In the ancient world shaped by the nuances of power and privilege, the enduring adage resonates with undeniable truth: money brings power. Opulence opens the doors to influential spheres, where crucial decisions are made and destinies are carved. Filled coffers become scepters, conferring an authority that transcends conventional boundaries. Wealthy individuals dictate the rules of the game, tipping the balance of power in their favor. Money becomes the catalyst for access to education, opportunity and an influential voice in decision-making circles. A sad reality where fortune often determines who commands and who obeys, illustrating the intrinsic connection between wealth and power in the complex web of society.
However, in this new world, an emerging reality nuances this ancient maxim. It would seem that wealth no longer necessarily rhymes with power. This new world, driven by the influence of survival games and the like, is challenging old hierarchies. Power evolves, sliding from the vaults into a sphere beyond realism. Wealth, while still a significant factor, now shares the stage with other determinants of power, transforming power dynamics and widening the field of protagonists in this shifting theater of society.
In this critical situation, a revelation suddenly struck me. If this world had become one giant game, then it was plausible that we had acquired special skills or abilities. This might be my only chance to get out of this.
Thoughts swirled in my head as I desperately tried to figure out how to activate these possible abilities. However, before I could gather my thoughts, horror unfolded before me. Saé, trapped, was captured by one of these fantastic creatures. A scream of terror escaped my lips as I realized that time was running out and that I had to act quickly to save her.
I struggled on, desperately seeking a solution to this disastrous situation. My hands trembled helplessly as I desperately tried to find a way to free Saé from the creature's clutches. No special skills manifested themselves, no mysterious powers arose, as if fate was bent on depriving me of any way out.
Full of doubts, I began to contemplate the idea of an improbable "deus ex machina". It was a concept I'd often seen in the movies, a saving divine intervention at the most critical moments. A narrative lifeline that seemed cruelly absent from my reality.
Suddenly, a realization hit me. I had caught myself talking about myself as if I were the central character, the hero of the story. A shiver of disquiet ran through my being as I realized that this fiction I was trying to weave was perhaps beyond my own capabilities.
A bitterness settled over me as I realized that the strings of this tale lay not in my hands, but in those of the original protagonist. I was doomed to be just another character in this film that had become real, powerless against the twists and turns of the scenario that was being played out around me.
Despair turned to melancholy. My hopes shattered, I let myself be carried away by the tide of inevitability. I was powerless, limited by the merciless rules of this new world. The prospect of losing Saé was unbearable, but I had to face this terrible truth.
Suddenly, in the depths of my distress, a flash of memory lit up my mind. I recalled a significant event in the film.
An elderly character, underestimated by some, had demonstrated a surprising agility, surpassing even that of the youngest. It was clear to me that this exceptional individual had transcended the limits of time and age through the judicious use of parts that amplified his abilities. A flash of understanding crossed my thoughts, and I understood that his 'maestria', had consequently changed.
"Perhaps, even as a lambda character, I could develop a special maestria?!"
Inspired by this thought, I launched myself into a desperate attempt to find a solution to save Saé.
'Maestria' was much more than just a skill, it was a careful assessment of a person's mastery in a specific area, a measure calculated according to their current abilities. Think of it as a precise rating that reflects an individual's degree of expertise in a particular discipline.
Let's take the example of a skill like manipulation. If someone excelled in this art, their mastery would be attributed with a corresponding level, perhaps a solid 9 on the scale. However, the scale is not limited to modest numbers. It extends all the way up to an impressive 99, representing almost unrivalled mastery in the field in question.
The special feature of mastery lies in its malleability. It can be improved, perfected, thanks to mysterious game pieces that seem to hold the power to transcend natural limits. However, it is essential that the subject be deemed capable of accessing higher levels of mastery. It's a personal progression, a constant quest towards fulfillment and the elevation of one's skills, while remaining anchored in the reality of one's innate abilities.
In our old world, power was often measured in greenbacks, but even money had its limits. However, in this new, transformed world where unexplained rules seemed to dictate reality, it seemed that money retained its crucial role and offered even more.
A flash of inspiration crossed my thoughts, and my eyes fell on a piece of wood, its tapered end evoking the sharpness of a well-sharpened knife. It was time to prove that all those sleepless nights playing video games weren't worthless.
A hint of nostalgia came over me as I held the piece of wood transformed into an improvised weapon. The hours spent in front of the screen, the fierce games, Saé's criticism of me for playing too much... It all came back to me like a sweet perfume from the past. Who would have thought that these virtual skills could one day prove crucial in my quest to save my friend?
There, in the darkness of the unknown, I realized that every click, every virtual victory had perhaps set the stage for this moment. Perhaps my expertise in the world of video games wasn't just a distraction, but an unconscious preparation to face this earth-shattering event.
An ironic smile played on my lips as I prepared to demonstrate that skills acquired in the virtual world could, at times, transcend the boundary between fiction and reality.
I activated my combat mastery, letting his energies rise within me. His level, modest but respectable, reached a 5.
"Not bad at all for someone whose life had often been confined to the virtual."
A blue glow formed around me, revealing my determination to save Saé. I was ready to face the unknown, to transcend the barriers of my lambda existence to become the hero of my own story.
Yet, just as I was about to take action, something caught my eye. A cold shiver ran down my spine. Had I been too slow?
"Saé! Don't tell me..."