The sun rises from the East illuminating the land, and the light it emitted can be felt even in the depths of everyone's heart. As it was the earliest time of the day, few people could be seen at the park compared to other times but it didn't invoke any negative connotations and instead made the place appear more peaceful.
In an open space, one could spot a young man wearing a black tracksuit that he got from a thrift store but that didn't stop him from catching the attention of the people that occasionally pass by, especially women despite the plainness of his clothes.
The man had a height of 190 cm, shoulder-length red hair that is unique to him, and a handsome face, and in spite of the clothing, he wears it didn't help to cover up his masculine figure underneath.
It was Red fulfilling his morning routine. After he reached the foot of the hill, he noticed that the number of players in the village increased by another 10, and they all rushed to farm monsters, of course, their main target was the lowest level of the bunch which was the [Bulak Snakes].
This foiled Red's plan of luring the groups of snakes into a pit and using the ball that the shaman gave him to wipe them in one fell swoop so instead of saving time, he ended up using his remaining days in the game to farm honestly till he reached level 10.
Not minding the stares of the people around him, Red continues his actions of practicing his combat skills.
Jab!
Jab!
Hook!
Uppercut!
Starting slow, Red's punches picked up the pace and became faster as time passed. Soon, 'whooshing' sounds could be heard as the speed of his punches generated tempestuous winds. Witnessing this scene, the spectators regardless of gender had their tounges tied.
At the eye of the storm, Red's face had a smile plastered on them. His month of non-stop practice and body strengthening gave him a considerable amount of strength and now he officially stepped into the path of becoming a Martial Artist.
If that was all, Red wouldn't have been this happy, after all, the training that he underwent the previous month was especially targeted at becoming a Martial Artist even if Red was switched with another person, they would still have the same results.
What made him happy was that he not only managed to become a Martial Artist but his strength also broke through the second tier.
"Movements accompanied by the wind, the sign of a Martial Warrior." Nodding, Red dispersed the wind with a wave of his hand. Looking at the blank looks of the people around him, Red gave a smile that caused the ladies to blush and the men to glare at him.
Before they could approach him, he shot to his feet and vanished like a dream. Only the sounds of echoing wind and the gales that are yet to disperse are left to remind the people that what transpired wasn't a dream.
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"It's true Dad, I've been in the game for 2 days!"
Hearing the girl's words, the man behind the desk was stunned. His name is Marcus, the current head of the Levine Clan. He was already in his 40s but he had the appearance of a man in his prime, just by sitting he exudes an aura of dignity that no faint-hearted person could withstand.
Opposite to him is his daughter and the apple of his eye among his children, Freya. He was very satisfied with his talent and attitude. Marcus believed that even if there were others whose potential is better than hers, Freya could close the gap by the virtue of her hardworking nature. But even without those, she was still his favorite since Freya was the only daughter he had with his wife.
Marcus was familiar with her daughter and knew that she won't lie to him nor does she like to talk nonsense. The thought of a new VR game in the market that could slow down time sent a shiver down his spine. He fell into a moment of silence before turning his gaze to Freya once more.
"I don't agree with your request.."
Freya barely opened her mouth to refute when Marcus continued.
"I admit that letting our Levine clan enter the game as soon as possible to build our foundation is a good idea but I'm afraid that by doing so we will shoot ourselves in the foot. Our Levine clan is one of the most influential families in the Federation and even outside of it, our every move could shake the foundation of the very ground we walked so many people's eyes were on us. If we make a move now, I'm afraid that we will only expose our objectives and throw away our advantage."
Listening to her father's analysis Freya was stunned, she bowed her head and almost whispered the words. "I'm sorry father."
Seeing her daughter's state Marcus's heart ached, Freya is the heir of a prestigious family but she lacked the awareness an heir must possess. Their clan might seem harmonious on the surface but undercurrents still appeared where most of the clansmen, including Freya, do not know. He didn't want her to suffer in the future because of this that's why he let her be and didn't try to comfort her.
Marcus resumed "For now continue to play the game. Gather relevant and necessary information that we may need so we can prepare when it's finally time for our clan to enter the game en masse."
Freya meekly nodded and remembered the instructions of her father in her heart before leaving his office.