'It becomes tough to call a day worst when every day tried to compete with each other for which day be more hell for me. Is this not enough that I have no family, no one to call mine in this world that this fucking world always doing their shit on me? It this my fault that I am suffering so much that my grades are being that low. I was good in my studies and even professor Candelion who always bickering at my ear these days was so generous that he took me out of that heck of an orphanage and put me into that University and even help to get a scholarship and got me this room.
I can't say that he is a bad person but about a year ago I don't know why but I started to suffer from a splitting headache. Concentrating on something became so hard for me from that time. Doctors said it was just stress But how could it be possible as I had nothing stressful at that time and for the first time everything was going pretty good in my life. But everything changed after that. The story of my weird headache become popular gossip among the people of my college and they started to avoid me as they treated me like a creep.
It was not completely natural. One of the people in class was responsible for that. How could it be I not knew that they only suck up to me for my good grades and how prof. Treat me. But in my heart, They were jealous that poor dirty bag like me got a chance into one of the best universities.
The behavior of everyone started to get worst by the day. Perhaps if prof. Would be there at that moment, I didn't have to tolerate that But after like a month he returned, seeing his face I just lost my every wish to complain to him about the other students. His face was completely dry and without any moisture. The dark circles beneath the eyes and rough unshaven beard had already told me the story that he had not slept well in days.
After some days I got to know that one of his friends has died even if a rival would be a better word to describe their relationship. And it was on the news also some days ago. The whole laboratory of his friend seemingly whose name was Micael Roy has vanished from the earth. After some weeks without seemingly no news from him, His family started to get worried and when everyone reached the location of his laboratory, there was nothing. Actually nothing and in the radius of 50 meters in the forest every was like evaporated like gas. It was fucking mysterious and gave me creeps even today when I thought of that. But the effect of the whole incident was too much on prof. Candelion. Suddenly from a man of positiveness and full of smile, he became quiet and lonesome. After my grades became worst, his anger towards me rose and my days became worst.
But whatever, I can't control what other people think about me. I just want to live my life with my own accord.'
Keeping those thoughts aside I entered the house. It was one room with a washroom and kitchen apartment. One of the cheapest in these areas. I threw the bag on the bed and sat down on the chair in front of my desktop. Damn these people, damn this world. To release all my tensions I opened the game that I've been playing for a long time. It was a typical fantasy world game. Although in the age VRs and high graphics games, it was quite lackluster but the world-building of the game was so good that I have spent 3 years just exploring the whole continent of the world. Also, I have completed every single quest of the storyline but despite completing everything, I never got bored of it. I can just play and play through it every single hour of the day despite my sudden headaches and blackouts.
It was a story of a person who has the dormant blood of a dragon in him. After the 700 years from the draconic war, Dragons suddenly came from like nowhere, and also dormant bloodline of the protagonist awakens. After defeating the final boss dragon Dahar, the main protagonist came to know he was controlling all other dragons. After his death, all other dragons made peace with humanity and made our protagonist the leader of the dragons same as Dahar. It was my third time defeating him and after that, in the end, credit, there was a hint of demon war but the next version of the game was never released. the reason was very simple. Although 'draconic war' was good in story and world-building it was a very small project if we compare it to other big industry games and it was made by a single person so the resources were limited.
So the game didn't make enough money and the creator didn't bother to create another version of it. But I was genuinely eager to see what happened next. I even contacted the creator after searching through the internet for a week. But unfortunately, he was a bloody drunkard, and talking with him for just five minutes was so irritating that I was forced to cut the connection.
I was just fuming over the words that damn guy has said to me then and suddenly my head started to hurt so badly that tears began to flow through my eyes and my eyes became red in pain. I was pressing on my chair's handle with so much force that my knuckle became white. I could feel my body becoming numb but at the time thinking about those things was futile as my vision darkened and the pain subsided.
When I opened my eyes after not knowing how much time, there was bright sunshine and I was in the middle of a forest.