A man wakes up from his bed and looks at his room... this isn't his room. Then he remembers he's been transported into another world—an alternative timeline or something.
He then boots up his computer to work on a server of an online community. He's an admin there and has been given the job of monitoring the server. He gets paid for doing this.
This new world he's in is so weird. First of all, the game is everything that matters; every item in the game has real-life value, which is money.
There's a game called 'The Twelve Swords,' and he has the game and can play it. But after hearing many people became broke and homeless because of that game, he gave up his intention to play it
He then got a message from his friend named Sasha. She is a good friend, even with a cold tone. She is one of the best friends he has, at least in this new world he's in now.
The message says, 'Hey, so when do you play 'The Twelve Swords'? You've said you will play it with me? And you know... maybe gaining some profit out of it?.
He replies, 'Nah... not wanting to risk losing everything I have... well, I don't really have much to lose, but still, I don't want to live on the street...'
She replies, 'Well, it's part of the game... but if you succeed, you can gain so much money and maybe become someone whose name is well-known.'
He replies, 'It's easier said than done... I heard there are so many PK (Player Killers) in that game, and it's not even beginner-friendly. There's not even a tutorial in it.'
She then replies, 'I will guide you... my character is level 24.... I will help and protect you until you can go on without me. Trust me, it would be fun.'He replies, 'It's fun and all until you lose all of your items, and I heard if you die, you permanently die, so you need to build a new character starting from level 1... I don't have the dedication to do it.'
She replies, 'I will not force you to play... but remember this... you only live once, and you cannot respawn from death... at least try to reach high. Contact me if you want to play, and let's make a channel to communicate better.'
He thinks to himself for a while. Looking out of the window, he sees clouds that always cover the sky. It's not dark, but they always cover it and it looks like they will not stop.He then stands up from his chair and heads out of his apartment.
The city... it's so quiet... it's almost scary seeing a big city that should have been bustling becoming very, very quiet. Even though everything is quiet, the city is very clean and neat.
There are some futuristic general properties that he doesn't know how to use... well, because he doesn't want to damage them, and there's no one to show him what they are for.
He's been in this world for a while a moths maybe two, become an admin on that server is not hard he at leat can live out of it with the money he gain.
He headed to a shop to buy some food. When he's inside, he is welcomed by a robot who is stationed at the registration and looks like they know each other for a while.
"Greetings... Ah, it's you... since you are here, can I ask you something?" Meanwhile, the guy is looking and taking some food to buy. "Yeah... what is it?" The robot with a humanoid torso and anchored to the ground is silent for a moment before answering, "Why are you here? I understand you are here to buy food, but why bother walking here? Our courier drone is faster and can be trusted."
He thinks for a moment, so that's the reason he sees no one in the city... they are all busy playing the game for vain profit, maybe they are even addicted to it. He then answers the robot with another question, "Why are you asking me this in the first place?" The robot with a robotic sound then answers, "Sorry if my question makes you uncomfortable, but I'm just that curious"
He nods, 'Well, just try to save some money and also keep the body healthy, right?' The robot nods in agreement. 'Yes, but... you can just buy a treadmill, right? It's only $20... or are you really that broke? But seeing your body and health condition, you are okay.'
"I don't know, I just love being outside. I cannot just run in place on a treadmill." He then puts all the things he wants to buy, almost all of it is processed food and doesn't look appetizing at all. "Do you have fresh food? Like fresh vegetables or red meat, something not made in a factory?"
The robot shakes its head. "No... sorry, we don't have that... if you want fresh ingredients, try contacting the farm yourself." The man looks interested. "So, what's the number?" The robot shakes its head again. "Sorry... I don't have any data on that..."
He sighed in disappointment. "Alright, whatever. Just pack this up for me." After shopping for necessities for the week, he headed home. At his house, he looks at the futuristic and advanced chair-like PC... supposedly, it will transform his mind into a game, like those sci-fi movies or something.
He then make up his mind, he then contact Sasha that he's in the game, they make a channel to comunicate together on the server then the man sit on that chair.
Something connecting to his neck and head several cables and a screen and his eyes were covered by mechanical hands and his mind goes blank to enter the game twelve swords..