A man is seen carrying piles of shopping bags, following behind him is a lady wearing sunglasses and a beach hat.
A limousine pulled over and the lady entered. The man beside her tried to enter but the vehicle drove off leaving him on the street.
"That witch... Our lips didn't even touch and she's acting like this."
***
Vorden appeared in his bathroom he had bathed in for awhile before all the drama happened.
"I am back. I'm in my room again. This is just all so confusing. Did I entered the game or not. Wasn't I fighting a giant just now. " Vorden had a lot of questions.
*VICTORY*
*10 EXP GAINED*
*AVAILABLE EXP IS MORE THAN 1*
* YOU ARE FINALLY ABLE TO PURCHASE EQUIPMENT*
*TAX OF 1 EXP WILL BE DEDUCTED FOR EVERY TRANSACTION*
After a while a notification screen popped up. His body vanished from the room like last time.
"What in the world?" Vorden eyes opened to a holographic display of a girl.
*HOST HAS BEEN INVITED TO A ROOM*
*DOES HOST WISH TO JOIN Y/N_*
He was in a game like interface. The thought of suicide came to his mind. The switch in-between states of mind, the so many unanswered questions, the life and death situations, the headache, the enslavement and all the yada yada was getting too much for him.
Looking at the holographic image he noticed that the girl seemed quite beautiful. "It won't hurt to talk to someone." Vorden clicked on enter room.
His vision changed and he was in a pink living room with a girl in front of him with her back facing him.
"Hello there, you are quite unique you know." The girl said. Her voice sounded soft and alluring somehow.
"You are quite the something yourself. May I meet you please?" Vorden being drowned by her voice ask.
"Close your eyes" she said cutely.
Her voice was so alluring he felt obliged to obey. He closed his eyes.
"You know this isn't how I look in real life. I actually look a lot more different, but the difference isn't that grand." A voice sounded in front of him close to his ear.
Hearing this Vorden froze. 'Don't tell me...' Vorden opened his eyes on instinct and his greatest fair came to reality. She was flat ugly. She was nowhere what she looked like in the hologram.
She had huge nose with a big mole on it. She looked like the reincarnation of Anne of Cleves The Third. She was proceeding to touch his chest.
"EXIT ROOM! EXIT ROOM! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Vorden shouted at the top of his lungs. "You people want to traumatize me."
Vorden immediately exit the game still delusional about the occurrence (He was considering if he should visit a therapist a something). When he came back to his senses he realized he was directly in front of Layla (The inhumane girl who charged him a trillion for his freedom).
They were so close that all they had to do was to move a little and they would connect lips.
PANG!
Vorden was kicked right were it hurt. " I never knew all users were pervert.," Layla said looking at Vorden rolling on the floor with pure agony.
It seems like you're ready, let's go shopping." She twisted his ear and dragged him outside.
***
That was how he got to this point. The outfit from the shop was purchased but was not active.
"How's a girl that strong? Maybe she's a gorilla in disguise."
THUD!
A man came flying out of a building knocking Vorden to the floor.
"What the heck?" Vorden pushed the man off him.
"Sorry for the disturbance." the man said getting up.
"What happened to you?" Vorden said looking at the man up and down. He was bruised from head to toe. He had swollen eyes l, sore limbs and his legs look like it has undergone an unsuccessful surgery.
"Haven't you not heard?" the man said.
"Heard what?" Vorden said confused.
"The Corporate Heir to PK Finances is a real scumbag. He loves violence so he holds a competition every November 22nd were things like racing, swordfighting, no holds bars fights, rapping and the likes go down. The heir has a knack for raps and fist fighting, no holds bars, so he put the prize of the winner at a whooping $1,000,000 as the reward for each of them. I can't rap so I went for the no holds bars fights and... you know the rest."
"W-Wait, did you say one million was available for the winner." Vorden interrupted.
"Yes. But that price is for only rap battles and fist fights. The prices of the rest are around fifty to hundred thous... Were did you go?" The man noticed that Vorden was no longer infront of him. Looking up ahead he saw Vorden rushing into the building.
'If I can get that money, I can slowly buy myself from custody.' Vorden thought remembering their discussion.