Earth—
Bangladesh—( A country of Asia)
3.8.2024—
Dakka-7 City
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A boy (18 yr old) with black hair, black eyes, and fair skin, was sleeping at his desk. His teacher droned on, giving a lecture on HTML.
"So, to add a photo, you have to use the img tag..." The teacher's voice echoed in the classroom, and most of the students were attentive.
Suddenly, the teacher paused, narrowed his eyes at the boy, and threw a marker at him. It struck Nabil on the head, jolting him awake.
"Ouch! Who... Who hit me?" The boy exclaimed, rubbing his head in pain. He looked around to see all eyes on him.
"So, Nabil, what are you doing in my class?" the teacher demanded, his tone sharp mentioning the boy as Nabil.
"Um...sir, I...I mean...I was listening to your lecture," Nabil stammered, trying to compose himself.
"Then why were your eyes closed?" the teacher asked, folding his arms.
"Oh... It's because I understand the lecture better with my eyes closed," Nabil replied, attempting a weak smile.
The teacher raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Then answer this: what tag should we use to add photos?"
Nabil's mind raced. "Oh shit, what did he say? I was actually sleeping..." he thought.
"What's the matter? Answer the question," the teacher pressed.
"Sir, it's the picture tag," Nabil answered, uncertainly.
The class erupted in laughter. The teacher's expression darkened.
"Nabil, I want you to leave the classroom. I've seen you sleeping since I entered, and everyone says you've been asleep since the last class. Get out now. I don't tolerate non-serious students," the teacher said sternly.
"Sir, I was working last night and couldn't sleep," Nabil explained.
"And what important work was that?" the teacher inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"Some...important work," Nabil replied, hesitating.
"Sir, I'm sure he was playing games all night. He invited me to join his game server this morning, saying he built it overnight," a boy from the class interjected.
"Is that true?" the teacher asked, looking directly at Nabil.
"Yes, sir," Nabil admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Did you forget your 12th board exams are soon? Only two months left. At this rate, you'll fail," the teacher warned.
"Sorry, sir," Nabil mumbled.
"No apologies. Leave the class now," the teacher ordered.
Nabil gathered his belongings and headed for the door. As he passed the teacher, he managed a cheeky smile and said, "Thanks, sir."
He ran out of the classroom, down the stairs, and toward the main gate, feeling a mix of relief and rebellion.
"Hey, where are you going?" the gatekeeper shouted.
Ignoring him, Nabil sprinted out of the school gate, his heart racing.
He stepped out of the school gate, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
Suddenly, he heard the roaring engine of a truck speeding towards him. His eyes widened in terror as he saw the truck swerving uncontrollably. The driver was frantically trying to stop it, but the brakes weren't responding.
Nabil's heart pounded in his chest as the truck barreled closer. "Oh no!" he shouted, fear gripping him. Just before the truck could hit him, he sprang backward with all his might, narrowly avoiding the collision.
He landed hard on the pavement, panting and trembling from the close call.
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A figure encased in armor, his body immobilized by a glowing stone, struggled in vain. Only his eyes were free, witnessing the devastation around him. A giant mythical monster loomed before him, surrounded by darkness and white ground.
A glowing white figure, with wings, multiple eyes on its body, and two horns, teleported in front of him. It spoke in a haunting female voice.
"So, you've finally agreed to my offer? I am truly glad," the figure said, touching the armored man.
(He was wearing full-body armor, concealing his identity.)
With that touch, the stone shattered, and he could move. Fragments of the stone entered his body, merging with him.
"I hope you understand your task. But I'll repeat it one last time. I will send you to your past in a different timeline. You must kill all the humans in that timeline before they reach the end and return to their world. And remember, if you fail or try to help them, I will kill you instantly," the white figure said.
"Understood. And if I succeed, will you keep your promise?" the armored man asked, his voice deep and resonant.
"Yes. I am a god, and I never lie," the white figure replied.
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Nabil came home and he burst through the door of his home, his pulse racing with adrenaline.
He dashed upstairs, each step echoing his frantic escape. In his room, he quickly changed into casual clothes, his mind racing with the aftermath of his school ordeal.
Grabbing his phone, he dialed Yamin's number, but it went straight to voicemail. Frustrated, he tried again.
The opposite sides person finally picked up.
"Yo, bro, what's up?" Nabil's voice crackled with a mix of relief and excitement.
"Hey, I'm good. Wait...aren't you supposed to be at school right now?" Yamin's voice was tinged with surprise.
"Yeah, I should be. But I got kicked out of class, so I bolted," Nabil explained, a grin spreading across his face.
"Wow, I've never had the guts to ditch like that. What period was it?" Yamin asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Second period," Nabil replied, chuckling.
"That's rough. They might call your parents," Yamin warned, a note of concern in his tone.
"I don't care. Anyway, what are you up to?" Nabil asked, turning on his PC with a purposeful click.
"Just woke up. I invited a bunch of players to the server last night. Posted in a Miniworld group, and some people joined," Yamin said.
"Cool. Are there any girls?" Nabil asked, a mischievous edge in his voice.
"Yeah, a few. I even posted in a female group with a fake ID, so I'm sure some girls joined," Yamin replied, sounding smug.
Nabil launched "Miniworld" on his PC, his anticipation growing. "I'm opening the game now. Open yours too. We need to build something before the server goes live, or people will think we're amateurs."
"Okay, give me a minute," Yamin responded.
Navigating to the server section, Nabil spotted a server named "Blurhex SMP - No Kids Allowed (17+)." He clicked on it and was confronted with a prompt:
**"The server cannot be opened. Download this file to access the server. File size: 666 MB."**
Nabil's heart skipped a beat. "Bro, it's asking me to download a file that's 666 MB."
"666 MB? Is there an option to cancel?" Yamin asked, his concern evident.
"No, it doesn't have a cancel option. Could it be a virus?" Nabil wondered aloud, his anxiety rising.
"Does the UI look like it belongs to the game?" Yamin inquired.
"Yeah, it matches the game's usual design," Nabil confirmed.
"Then it's probably a legitimate file. Downloading it should be fine," Yamin reassured.
"Alright, I'll start the download," Nabil said, clicking the download button with a sense of foreboding.
To his astonishment, the download bar surged from 1 MB to 665 MB almost instantaneously.
"What the hell? My Wi-Fi speed is 50 MB/s. How did it download so quickly?" Nabil exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Bro, that's insane! What about the last 1 MB?" Yamin asked, equally shocked.
"It's stuck at 665 MB," Nabil replied, but just as he spoke, the connection abruptly cut out.
The clock on the wall froze at 10:00 AM. Everything around Nabil began to glitch and distort, like the world itself was malfunctioning.
"What's happening?" Nabil thought, panic clawing at him. The room shook violently, a low rumble shaking the very foundations.
"Is this an earthquake?" he wondered, eyes darting around. As the download file updated from 665 MB to 666 MB, a swirling portal materialized beneath him.
Before Nabil could react, the portal sucked him in, a rush of wind and color enveloping him. He found himself on a tiny island with a single, gnarled tree and a small, uneven hillock.
He landed hard on the hillock, which crumbled under his weight. Nabil tumbled down, hitting the ground with a sickening thud. His head struck a large stone, and a sharp pain shot through him. Blood trickled down his forehead as he lost consciousness.
A notification appeared beside his limp body:
"Player 01 has successfully entered Miiworld -
Player Name: Nabil27
Age: 18 Skills: None
Choose Your Skill and Ability -??
Back in his room, the clock remained frozen at 10:00 AM. Nabil's PC displayed a final message:
"50 players have been transported to Miiworld successfully.
The screen flickered once more before going dark. The PC shut down, leaving only the echo of the bizarre event in the quiet room.
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[A/N]
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