A man strided towards a large castle on the horizon. The sky was orange and red and the sun pulsed with warm light.
The man's footsteps began to fade in velocity and soon the stopped. The hooded figure gazed at the majestic castle infront of him with a glimmer of dark purple in his eyes.
The castle was like a tower. It's peak nearly touched the clouds, its walls were made of black stone and its presence seemed ominous but awarding at the same time.
"Tsk!" The hooded man scoffed.
He made pace as he walked towards the gate. He did not stop. Not even when the gate was right in front of him.
Suddenly, his attire of dark robe besame ghostly and he stepped through the gate like a specter.
The grand interior of the castle consisted of vaulted ceilings, richly colored tapestries, and intricately carved stone walls. Polished marble floors gleam beneath ornate chandeliers, and lavish chambers filled with velvet-draped furnishings and majestic fireplaces.
The castle was also filled with golden orbs, that gave light and lovely sparks. But they were outshined by the bright light that sat upon the throne.
"You came, Creator," said the light
"Creator," inquired the man. "You make me sound like a God. But aren't you the son of God?"
The gelden light than faded. Upon the throne was what seemed be an angle. The being looked youthful; despite being quite tall and muscular, it had the face of a teenage boy. Its skin was white and radiating with a divine glow. The youthful entity was attired in golden jewelry, littered with gems. The being wore white garments, a gold crown on its blond hair which blended with his golden piercing eyes.
The being sad with an energetic smiles, "The Monarch of Gods to be precise."
Suddenly, a blue hologram popped up infront of the man.
[Level 999: Aiden, The False God of Game - Final Boss]
"Hmm. Despite you being the final boss, you're a false God?" the man asked
Aiden replied with, "There already exists a God of Games. If I were to put just God of Games that'll be a false title anyway."
"Whatever," sighed the man.
"So.... Did you finally muster the courage to face me?" Aiden inquired
The man asked, "Have you gone senile, despite being immortal? Facing you would be instant death. I can bet that your attributes are still undetectable even though I have nearly Transcended."
"Then why are you here?" asked Aiden as his smile faded and his face became a reprezentation of boredom.
"I came to warn you. More than half of the world's players are coming for your head," said the man. "You may have omniscient, but you don't seem to use it."
Aiden then smiled and his body was rendered to light once more.
"Thats all?" Aidens but his voice seemed to exist all around.
"Don't die," added the man as turned around to leave. "Remember that you turned my game into quarter of the Earth's reality. So it is my responsibility to crush you with my own two hands."
The man disappeared, but not before putting on a display of shadowy mist and tendrils that wrapped around his body, and then faded.
"Don't worry. Remember, I am the God of this world."
***
[Location: Florida, Key West, United States]
[Date: Wednesday, October 24, 2034
[Time: 8:37 AM]
Atkinson was within his room. He was seated playing a RPG on his computer. The young male was beyond focus as his eyes didn't move a centimeter off the screen.
Suddenly, he erupted, "Heck yeah!!"
He began to thrust his hips back and forth as well as his fist. He continued this motion saying, "Oh yeah! I'm him!"
Abruptly, a sudden sense of disappointment washed over his soul. He dropped himself down on his bed and sighed.
"What am I doing with my life?" he asked himself. "I've been kicked out of my parents house for a couple of months now."
Atkinson glanced at his computer for a couple of seconds. All of a sudden, a new idea forged itself in his mind.
"What if.. I make a game?" he inquired.
***
[Two Years Later]
Atkinson now sat infront of a crowd of cameras that wee filming him. He was in a TV studio.
The seated individual beside him asked, "Mister Edwards, gkw does it feel to be the creator of the greatest role playing game?"
Atkinson was still in shock. He was shy; introvertive. He had no words to say as all of all of them were stuck down his throat. It was obvious that he was nervous. His face and palms were sweaty.
Despite that, Atkinson found the courage to saw, "Not that great."
"What do you mean?" the host asked with curiosity.
Atkinson gulped, forcing the words out of himself. "Actually this game was an experiment. There will actually be a much better game that'll be launched. Even though we haven't reached the requirements for VR, we are still working on that."
"And I'm not the only one that is responsible for the game's creation. That's why I will like to thank Alex and Emily who helped me plan and craft this game."
***
[One Year Later]
Atkinson settled in the chair, adjusting his mic. The charismatic host beamed at the camera.
Atkinson now was more calm and composed. It's because of his cumulative experience through all these interviews.
"Welcome back to Game On! I'm your host, Kris Reid, and today we have the genius behind the smash-hit RPG, Realm of Eternity," said the host. "Joining us today is Atkinson Edwards."
Atkinson then smiled confidently at the camera.
The host spoke again. "Atkinson, congratulations on the games phenomenal success. What inspired Realm of Eternity?"
"Well-"
Just as Atkinson was about to respond, the studio doors burst open. In walked two familiar faces; Alex Chen and Emily Patel. These wee key members of the development team for Realm of Eternity.
Alex yelled, "Hold up, folks. We need to set the record straight."
He then glanced at Atkinson with eyes filled with trickery and greed.
Atkinson gave him look that asked, 'What are you doing?'
"Yes, Atkinson here didn't create Realm of Eternity. It was us, the driving force behind the games concept, design and story," said Emily as she slightly grimaced at Atkinson.
One of the camera men made a face at the host. The host shook his head and then gave a thumbs up.
Atkinson was obviously shocked and confused.
He inquired, "Guys, what are you talking ab-?"
Before he could finish though, the host cut him off.
"Wow, this is unexpected. Care to explain, Atkinson?" the host asked with widen eyes.
Atkinson was speechless for a few seconds. Yet, he took a deep breath, maintaining his composure.
"Well, yes. Emily and Alex are vital members, but I-"
Emily interrupted, "Vital members. Atkinson, you didn't even contribute to the game overall. Alex and I worked tirelessly on the core mechanics of the game. We made events after events after events and even made it multiplayer."
Alex added, "We even came up with the iconic Mage Reqium quest line. Atkinson, the only thing you did was took the credit."
"Hmm," murmured the host. "How do you respond to these allegations, Atkinson."
Atkinson leaders forward, choosing his words wisely. He wasn't about to be embarrassed and falsely accused on international television.
"While Alex and Emily were crucial to the game's development, I was the visionary. Matter of fact, I was the one that came up with the name Mage Reqium. I guided the project and ensured it successfully launch."
Emily and Alex exchanged fake, yet seemly skeptical glances.
Emily inquired, "Guided? Dude, you took out ideas and presented them to the public as your own!"
"What? Your ideas?!" Atkinson yelled, facially frustrated. "I was the one that-"
The host then intervened, "Okay, let's take a break. We'll continue after the commercials. Stay tuned."
As the cameras cut away, Atkinson shots Alex and Emily a stern look. He stood up and marched towards them.
"What are you trying to accomplish spreading this propaganda?" he inquired.
Emily whispered, "You've been hogging the spotlight for too long."
"Yeah, it is now time for us to shine," added Alex.
"Hu-? What?" Atkinson sighed as he rubbed his eyes in confusion, knowing that this public confrontation will change the narrative of the true production of the game.
***
[Six Years Later]
A tall and athletic builded male was in the comfort of his own house. The walls, furniture and other appliances were white while the metallic parts and objects were gold.
The room he was in was dark. This man was performing an extraordinary feat. Despite his tense muscles and sweating, he was doing a single handed handstand pushup on a wine bottle on top of a small, circular table.
The deep voice male said, "I better wrap up or I'll be late."
He then jumped off the bottle with agility, landing on his feet. A couple of minutes passed and he was now out of his three-story house. He was attired in a navy blue tailored jacket matching his pants, a white dress shirt, a simple tie and black, polishable leather shoes.
It was Atkinson. He was now immensely wealthy and had dyed white yellow hair but only on the edges, leaving the top jet-black.
He was on his phone while walking through his lavish garden that was being kept clean by workers. As he walked down the stone path, a black luxurious car parked outside his gate.
"On time. Lucky," said Atkinson.
Another worker opened his front gate; a tall, wide and white gate. He then went towards the car.
"Morning, sir," said the man that parked the car.
He seemed 19. He was dressed in a black suit, glasses and shoes.
Atkinson, however, didn't reply to his greetings.
"(Crap, I messed up!)" he said in his mind.
The man dressed in black went in the car and began to drive.
"Civil servant, tell me who I am," said Atkinson with a demanding voice.
"(The heck? What is that supposed to.. wait..)"
"You're the CEO of AGP Company, you are 27 years old, your gold is to reach the peak and you don't like... people."
"That's right," said Atkinson.
To Be Continued...
Next Chapter: Player.