Inside a dark, tidy room. The brightness on the computer screen enlightens the part of the dark room. The sound of clicking mechanical keyboard and mouse hits the silence of the atmosphere.

the pair of glasses reflected the light as the person glare at the screen continuously. Like a hardcore gamer that you might find it something unusual.

He plays games more often and doesn't give a fuck about society even in a minimal state. He even has his unbalanced diet all the way to his unhealthy lifestyle. Being totally isolated from what so called 'life'.

He wasn't really a shut in like you often hear in some shows or in some sort of documentary. I must say he is similar to that yet different.

The game was just finished and he was attempting to stand up after winning multiple times in a row. Most likely he would go outside or take some rest. I haven't mentioned this yet; this guy needs to touch some grass or at least kiss the sunlight.

He's like Nothing more than a bird flying everywhere having none.

And yes, that guy was me.

My arms are raised as I stretch my chest frontwards from sitting on a chair for several hours'

I became like this without having a particular reason or a deep cause. I don't have a dark past that needs to remembered and I haven't developed negative feelings either. I see no problems or flaws about my timeline with my family, childhood and my school life.

I was just born for this, I guess.

"......…"

My back was buried on the bed and absentmindedly gazed at the plain ceiling. My eyes are blurry for the time being. I fiddled my phone later on to browse data and tried to read conversation in a Diskord server.

[eyy, how's life]

[it sucks, we keep on doing stupid things and it gets worse as the time passes]

[heeh, that's a madlad for ya]

[shut up]

After reading from someone else's conversation, I slowly charged my phone and tossed it on the floor. Those people weren't my friends but rather strangers. I met these guys from an online shooting game named 'Dralorant' they invited me in order to carry them and see their ranks go up.

Of course, I earn a little bit of money from each one of them and I consider it a living. I call myself lucky because I would no longer pay any effort to do a part–time job.

A boosting job, to be precise.

.........

…

…..

If I may ask, do you enjoy living in the world you lived in?

I've been here for almost 18 years of existence and I seek the answer of my questions. They say 'you were born to live a meaningful life'. And you're supposed to enjoy it to the fullest.

Just by hearing that makes you doubt those words like I do.

Everyone in this society including me indeed wanted to live a meaningful life. I mean who doesn't? There are those who lived a normal lifestyle. With that said, they managed to grow up mature like a proper human being, have a clear mindset that drives you to have a positive attitude.

They go to school, graduate, looking for jobs, harbor romantic feelings, make a family and so on. Children who were raised from successful people were able to have a higher rate to become successful and live.

What about the orphans, what about the children who were abused?

Every single person has something to go through and it's hard to determine how grim it is.

A successful man once said 'all you have to do to have a meaningful life is to be genuinely happy for what you have and what you are now.' 'Living is fun'

He doesn't have a brain to say that, maybe he's right blended with wrongs on it.

Talk about 'fun'

People tend have fun along with their friends, playing games, hanging out with families and etc.

Going on a date and stuffs. Making plans at weekends and other else that a happy person could do.

but what about having fun by breaking the rules. Like some punks laughing at the alleys, raping some young women as they were having some pleasures.

Planning what to buy after being greedy. A desire of stealing someone else's belonging makes the thief view it as fun.

On the evil side. People hate it but still do it anyways and more they look into it the more the fun would see.

And yes, I'm referring to the Outlaws.

'Rules are meant to be broken and breaking the rules is interesting'

'Die young, have fun'

'You only live once'

'chillin like a villain'

'fck the police'

'Life is short after all'

'There are no rules'

'Living young, wild and free'

I haven't heard that from anyone who were so-called outlaws in personal but rather I was guessing that those words were said from one who broke the rules.

Maybe I'm wrong, I'm not a god who's capable of knowing everyone's thoughts.

People who suffer all the way from the bottom lived their meaningful life?

Or could it be those words are referring to rich people who stand above looking down on people with low standards?...

Just how does this world works?

To live, to be successful, to remain healthy?

Even living a normal life is impossible to achieve.

Could it be that this is something that an individual is seeking for?

When I tried to seek the answers further from the questions came from my thoughts. I feel nothing with a silhouette covering my surroundings.

It was like I was finding a treasure inside a deep dark cave and I must go deeper and deeper. Then the time may come that I would be able to find out what I am looking for.

I'll ask you again, do you really enjoy it? Do you still like the situation of what you're living in right now?

I want to hear your opinions, perhaps I could feel the same way of what you have felt. The situation of what I'm living in isn't bad or I could say pretty decent. Just to let you know.

I don't think it to be easily said that you need to be successful in order to get a meaningful life and let fate decide what will happen onto you even if you like or not.

We are humans, we have our own will, our life is composed of body and soul. Every individual being meets different fate therefore…

Hu.

I managed to return back my senses as if was daydreaming for a moment.

The room is so dark so I decided to raise the curtains and opened the window. It was too bright in the moment I do it like I was about to die as a vampire getting exposed to the sunlight.

I took a peek outside the window and enjoyed my morning view. Allowing my ear to listen to the chirping birds standing on the live wire and witnessed that the air I inhaled seems to be better than I was locked up in the dark room.

My brain keeps on wandering around so I stood up and was on my way to take a shower. I brushed my teeth wore some clothes and later on I went out. Leaving my room so tidy and might clean it up if I want to.

I went outside and have a slightly relieved feeling in a moment. I walked away and having myself in a tour in this whole section of a city. My wallet is fat because of cash, there's no need for me to worry about.

As I was walking outside alone with no destination, my mind was filled with computer parts. Thinking of buying some new parts such as the graphics card to my PC to improve its performance. The parts are getting more expensive and the stock market is slowly declining which it's difficult for me buy one.

[Pheww fck]

I let out a deep sigh.

When I returned to my senses, I just noticed something wrong. My surrounding feels a bit odd. I took a stare at the people who were near were staring at me too. We exchanged glances to one another and I looked away in an instant.

After recently I looked away, I heard a little bit gossip and they were chattering like having some sort of negative thoughts on me.

The cold sweats start to drop in my forehead and the chills began to shiver on my spine having my face looked nervous at the same time. This is public area, having myself became the main object that can be seen seems uncomfortable.

If it was an extroverted person then it is a different story. they make things go through into a calm situation

I don't have the ability to speak or ask what's going on as I don't know the situation, I'm in. their eyes are suspicious at the moment our glances exchanged earlier. I can't guess what they're think but anyway something feels fishy.

A see some shady guys glaring at me. I wonder what they're up to.

There isn't anything have in me to have their attention and my appearance isn't involved in this either.

Perhaps I am overthinking that makes me in the wrong here.

With me having no idea about something like this, I simply continued to do my objectives. Since I have nothing to do in particular, it can still give benefit to me.

All I have to do is roam around and do a moving in order to make my blood circulate in my body. I don't do physical activities in the past 3 months yet I sit on my chair and do anything in my computer. Most likely browsing data.

I opened my wallet showing not to do any concern of them, not in the slightest. There were some couple of banknotes in my wallet that I could use for now is enough for an outing. I don't like spending too much money for something irrelevant.

My face turned towards the store while I was walking throughout the streets. Taking a glance at their displays like a normal people could ever do. I saw a discount offer posted in front of the door of the famous fast-food restaurant with a fancy looking food that would make me hungry in an instant.

I have myself inside a restaurant that I wasn't familiar with, although I don't go out of my room.

While I was standing in a line for order, I elevated my head upwards and glanced at the screen that can be seen above the counter. The foods, beverage, desserts were displayed in a screen.

Soon, when people who stand before me finished taking an order, I slowly stepped forward in order to make contact with that guy working inside this restaurant.

"Have you decided on what to order"

"I'll take special meal X then"

"Dine in or take out"

"Dine in"

"Do you want some add-ons sir?"

"no"

"Right away"

"...…"

His eyes, he looks like he was staring at something.

"One Special Meal X please"

I grabbed my wallet from my pocket and I slid a banknote with a high value to the person in front of me. Right after he received the payment, the receipt popped out from the machine as he was tapping on it.

He gave me the receipt with the change included.

"Thank you so much, please wait in the next seat and await your order"

My back is facing towards the counter and made my way to the free seat then wait for my order. My phone was charging at the house; all I have to do is wander my eyes on the surroundings.

'Please don't leave your valuables unattended'

I took a stare towards that guy working while waiting for my order. It seems that he was going to make an iced tea drink for my order. He was pressing something on a machine that is similar to a water dispenser and I can clearly see my iced tea getting served.

Meanwhile, someone got my attention.

There is a man in a decent attire was waiting on the line to order. He is the man I saw when I was on the street earlier right after took a stare at my surroundings. Somehow it makes me say that he's a shady man. I cannot see through what he is looking since he is wearing sunglasses.

Judging from his appearance, he looks like he is in some sort of agency or like a butler who was having his free time.

I can't confirm that he is keeping an eye on me. Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Right now, I was staring at the food I ordered. It is exactly the same as I saw in the actual commercial picture.

The aroma of a freshly cooked food went through my sense of smell. at first it was a nothing special looking meal.

A crispy juicy fried chicken, sweet Filipino style spaghetti, crazy burger steak and last but not the least, the Rice!!!

Almost every meal isn't perfect without rice for Asian people. More than 90% of rice is produced and consumed in Asia. which deems significance around the continent.

Moving on with that, I must eat while the food is hot.

Time to dig in.

[not bad for a four-dollar meal, the iced tea drink is much sweeter than I expected]

after I finished eating. I immediately left my seat and I'm heading towards the restroom to wash my hands.

I leaned to my right shoulder and know there's already someone who sit on the chair which I sat earlier. It explains that there are many people who come here to eat. Perhaps I would come here again, in the next decade.

While I was washing my both hands, 'that guy' followed me all the way as if he just finished eating. Somehow, I have a bad feeling about this.

He pushed his palm in order to grab my arm in an instant. when I noticed the danger with his presence, he immediately attacked me inside the restroom. Of course, I'm in a defensive mode.

My opponent grabbed my right shoulder with his huge palm and I responded with my right fist flicked towards his arm that has grabbed me.

The incoming outstretched arm was still trying to grab my body. So far, there's no damage happening yet.

"Not bad"

I managed to separate myself from him and i jumped backwards to distance myself.

There are no people around here, only me and that guy. Surveillance cameras are nowhere to be found in here. If I scream for help, my voice won't reach into someone else's. escaping here is pointless.

Although his back is facing the door, it wouldn't be easy for me to go through. The way to escape is blocked by the strong opponent. I have no choice but to commit violent act.

I cannot move faster because I just finished eating and my stomach is full. Exerting my energy is bad at this point or else appendicitis I waving at me.

He kicked the tiles and rushed towards me, attempting a straight kick to hit my chest. I crouched and dodged his kick for the first time. His speed is fast and I didn't realize that my reaction time was a bit faster.

I planned on kicking his balls at the moment I crouched. It would be painful for me to imagine so all I did was to dodge and keep my distance on him

"you're fast at reacting, huh"

"

Maybe because I play rhythm games, I see it coming"

His movement accelerated, the distance gap is getting closer than before and he kicked me right in the face.

His physical body is far more superior than mine, which leads to lower success rate of me escaping. Even if I do, he can still chase me with his current speed.

I know that he is an experienced fighter and it was clear that he's just holding back for facing someone weaker like me.

My back slammed the ground floor with a little bit strong impact on it and my pair of glasses separated with my eyes distorted. There is a liquid that dropped down from my nose. It smells like a rusty metal so I wiped it with my hand like a little kid with a cold.

My hand is like getting stroked once with a paintbrush. The blood continuously dripped from sense of smell. my back hurts like wanted to scream pain which makes my situation worse.

I know that it is already a game over for me. I get it now. I have no choice but to get caught.

I started to stand up but my body collapsed right away. Particularly sleepy and my vision is getting foggy. I couldn't get a clear image of a person in front of me, I was panting, and my breathing have lost in the line then my heart beats rapidly

I started to fight back but I tend to be thinking of any other way.

My right fist was clenched and was ready to punch that guy anytime. Although I'm not strong enough, it would still contact to someone's body.

That would be fine for me. As what I've said earlier, I have no choice but to get caught.

There can be one in a million chances. If I could escape.

I packed a punch and I received one too directed onto my left cheek. I twisted my body to minimized the damage and do a counterattack with an elbow blow.

Yet my elbow was blocked by his forearm.

Just in time. Should I do this or nah. Bleeegh there's no need for me to think twice in a situation like this.

"schneee!!!"

I intentionally sneezed my nosebleed onto his face. There might be some snot as a bonus.

There's a lot of blood though, I didn't expect that. But it's good anyways.

That must be disgusting if I were him. So gross ughh.

I sneezed onto him with a nosebleed on, I'm a type of a person who often get cold. On top of that there's a mix of jelly snot and a blood. I'm not sure what it calls but I call it bloody snot wahahaha.

His face is covered with the blood that came from my nose hahaha. Whatever, I gotta run away, a distraction is enough.

After that I ran away, while he was wiping his face. He didn't see that coming.

He must be so mad. If he gets me again I myself have my condolences.

I got out of a restroom and ran away outside of the restaurant. There may be blood dripping as I run away. Ugh, they're looking at me wondering what exactly happened to me but first I need to get out of here.

My body hurts so much I want to cry out loud.

People inside the restaurant were staring at me and in outside they've probably assuming of something.

Ahhhh, this social anxiety is keeping me conscious of my surroundings, distracting my plans.

I went into a narrow alley and went so far then turned into different ways. These narrow alleys have a lot of pathways just like Vietcong tunnel in Vietnam war.

This place seems different.

I found myself inside an abandoned building.

This would be a good place for me to hide.

I hear voices of an elderly man but it was a different voice.

When I look onto that person, I realized that i happened to run into punks and people that tend to be familiar.

They must be onto something.

A business or negotiations but an illegal thing attached with it.

One of them was a member in a crime organization.

His face is familiar and I saw him somewhere. Oh, he's wanted by the police department.

Piercings, tattoos and any other edgy stuff were in him.

This place happened to be a silent and secret place. To think that there were bad guys lurking here, I have nowhere to go and if I go back, it would be also a bad thing for me.

I'm stuck here.

"oh oh? What do we have here? Boy,"

He pulled out a gun and was walking towards me.

I coughed so hard and my mind is getting fuzzy that I couldn't think anymore. I don't even know what I am doing right now.

"this place isn't for you, get away from this place or things would get worse here"

"ughhh"

"Withdraw and forget everything you've saw; just pretend you didn't come here"

I crunched my abdomen for feeling an intensive pain.

I stepped back but I stumbled. Unable to run and he was now in front him. I sense a killing intent here.

There's nothing for me to do here, like a checkmate I've played on chess. Alleys, no one can hear my voice if I shout, a gun was aimed onto me, unable to run with a failing health.

There's nothing else but an impending doom to come.

and so, I lost my consciousness.

There's no way that I would my consciousness just by getting beaten up.

I see, so that's how it was.

Someone must have put a sleeping drug in my iced tea drink and I suspect that worker did it. For sure the guy who tried to knock me out ordered that part-timer and pretended as if everything is all right.

I noticed them having an eye contact, making a sign. Having it look like it was just nothing.

Perhaps that guy hits me hard that my body couldn't make it. I cannot tell what it is but there are many suspicions for me about this ever since I went out from my base.

"He Died? He seems so torned anyway"

"ahhaha His dad might have harassed him, poor kid"

People who tend to be against the law were giving a pity on me.

"We can earn money for these."

"Huh? What do you mean"?

"Are you dumb? We can sell his organs"

"seriously"

"Every single organ is worth a money, don't turn it into waste while he was still alive"

"Wrap this unconscious body, let's go to back to our hideout then let's hand this guy over to BM"

Thuds

"uahhh"

"Why are you interfering with us, Mr.Agent?"

"I have business with that person on the ground. Give me that person back and I'll withdraw"

"tsch, you sure talk high"

Gunshots

The well-suited man deflected the bullets with a knife. A single miss would lead to a fatal shot on the body. But the swings were all flawless.

Swinging his knife while being calm and composed. How cool, just like a superhuman.

"We can't shoot him, Bro"

"Keep puling the triggers"

"it's futile"

"Sir do something. We can't land a hit"

The man with a black suit ran towards the bad guys with a feeling of hostility. The enemy on the other side slightly panicked and were continue to shoot him.

Again, it was futile.

All single bullets were deflected and the rests are cut in half.

Doing something like this is extraordinary.

"guah"

Dash*

Dodge*

Gunshots spread across the suited man. He twisted his body to dodge it and he managed to dodge the bullets as if it went so slow.

The projectiles of a gun in this age are extremely fast but it was a different impression if that target was him.

He kicked the first-person leading others to be distracted causing them to lose their aim. With his agility and dodging skills, he is now in advantage.

But the ratio tells otherwise.

One against multiple reduces the win rate but can be clutched.

Not really impossible but it was difficult to happen.

Dangdang dang

The sharp knife collided with bullets again, showing a bit spark like you doing a welding job.

Thud*

Kick*

"ahhhh"

He kicked his enemies nearby and made them lose their firearms away from their hands. Unable to fight back.

The rest are knocked out and others were groaning in pain. It makes one left standing. Paving way on a 1v1 .

"Damn it"

The man who seems to be leader of the bunch of people. Pulled out an assault rifle and commenced a rapid fire.

The sound of gunshots might be too loud enough for people to call for the police. Perhaps they've already done that and the police was on the way.

It seems that the suited man knows his surrounding he made his decision in an instant.

That is.

To end this already and get back to mission.

The agent managed to get closer to the leader who was wanted by the police department. And proceeded to make his first strike on his enemy.

The ammunition of a rifle is limited, it was expected to be thrown off and futile in a midst of combat.

The guy used to push the stock of a rifle as weapon for a melee combat as the agent managed to reach onto him but it was blocked by the agent's left hand.

Then the hand-to-hand combat was engaged.

He stepped back after knowing that it was futile and attempted to do something.

He picked out a circular item that can be clenched on hand.

It was a smoke bomb, causing the surrounding filled with smoke and would make the enemy unable to spot him.

[smoke bomb huh]

[he's trying to get away from me]

[not so fast]

Before that guy going to disappear, the agent tried to catch him on time but because of the smoke uses a substance that is dangerous for a human health. He covered up his nose and mouth then lagged a bit.

He went out of the smoke and was able to see the guy running away from him. On his eyes, he saw him disappearing slowly as if it was such a pipe dream.

[he vanished? Could it be Special gift?]

[good timing]

He looked down and saw the traces of his footsteps and was staring at the man who was running away. But he remained calm and not to chase after him.

The knife was thrown and hit the target successfully. Making the target being tracked down like an assassin I saw on movies.

Even if he hides or run, he still can see him. Even with supernatural abilities he can still see through a problem.

If he can see through it, then invisibility leaves no chance. That means. This agent was a...

…Clairvoyant.

The sound of a siren can be heard. A sign that the police's location was near.

The unnamed man took out his smartphone from his pocket and called someone.

"Agent 069 calling"

"Sir, the target code 311311 was caught and the mission is accomplished"

"I see, bring him here, right now"

"understood"

The call immediately ended after the conversation is over.

He carried the unconscious young man while leaving the others damaged. The agent looked at the dead person with a knife impaling on the back of the head.

Snaps

At a snap of fingers, the knife disappeared without leaving a trace. Making sure there were no evidence behind if the police went over here.