"Oh, come on! Two against one? Really? You cowards can't handle me solo, huh?"
Alix's slams his fist on the desk, his eyes glued to the screen as explosions and fire rain down on his virtual kingdom.
"I've been holding you off for hours! Is that all you've got? Pathetic! Both your kingdoms combined couldn't wipe me out!"
His chat box is filled with angry messages, rapid-fire insults, and the occasional laughing emoji from his enemies.
Enemy1: "Stop crying, bro. This is war!"
Enemy2: "Your kingdom's toast, noob."
"Noob? Noob?! I've got twice the power of your puny castles, and you know it! You wouldn't dare face me one-on-one, you little rats!"
He quickly switches between tabs, issuing commands to his troops and fortifying his defenses. His hands are trembling, not from fear, but pure adrenaline.
"I'm gonna make you regret this team-up. Just wait till I rebuild—your kingdoms are next! No alliances will save you then!"
Another notification pops up: one of his strongholds has fallen.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Fine, take it. You're only making me angrier, and trust me, you don't want that!"
He cracks open an energy drink and takes a long sip before diving back in, determined to fight until the bitter end.
"Stupid junk... just hold on for a little longer, alright? I'm almost there."
He's sweating, his fingers flying over the keyboard of an ancient computer. The fans wheeze like an old man out of breath, and the screen flickers with static every few seconds.
"Come on, you piece of crap, don't quit on me now!"
The year is 2050, and computers are a relic of the past—banned after they explode all the time. But in the slums, people like Alix have no choice. They scavenge, repair, and hope their machines don't blow up in their faces.
The screen flashes a warning: OVERLOAD IMMINENT.
"Oh, shut up! I just need five more minutes!"
Alarms blare from the computer, and smoke starts to curl from the back. Alix barely notices, too focused on dodging enemy attacks in his game.
"Yes! Got you, you bast—"
The computer lets out a high-pitched whine, and before he can finish his sentence, there's a deafening BOOM. The explosion rocks his tiny room, and shards of metal and plastic fly everywhere.
For a moment, there's nothing but silence, then the sound of debris settling. Alix's ears ring, and everything goes black.
When Alix opens his eyes, a sharp pain shoots through his head, and he groans.
"Fuck... how dare that junk explode in my face."
He rubs his temples, trying to ease the throbbing. As his vision clears, he freezes. His eyes widen in disbelief as he takes in the room around him. It's grand and ominous, with towering black walls, crimson drapes, and intricate dark carvings along the furniture.
"What the...?"
The air feels heavy, almost electric. A massive bed, adorned with velvet sheets and surrounded by glowing runes, dominates the center of the room.
"Wait a second... isn't this...?"
He stands up, still groggy, and stumbles toward an ornate mirror hanging on the wall. When he sees his reflection, his jaw drops. Instead of his own face, he's staring at the sharp, regal features of his game character—the Demon King he'd been playing just minutes ago. His crimson eyes gleam, and a wicked grin spreads across his face.
"No way... no freaking way. This is my character. Did I... get reincarnated?"
The thought sends a rush of excitement through him. His heart pounds in his chest as he looks down at his hands, flexing his clawed fingers. He touches the elaborate armor that now covers his body.
"This is insane... but awesome!"
Instead of panic, a wild grin spreads across his face.
"Hell yeah! Screw my old life. I had nothing there anyway. This... this is my chance to live like a king!"
Alix is still marveling at his new body, turning side to side as he admires his reflection.
"Damn, my three hours of tweaking every little detail in the character creation finally paid off. I'm very handsome."
Suddenly, the sound of a door creaking open draws his attention. He spins around, his cape swirling dramatically. Standing in the doorway is a tall, humanoid bunny maid with silver fur and long ears that twitch slightly. Her uniform is elegant yet practical, and her piercing blue eyes lock onto him.
It's Draya, his personal maid from the game.
Draya steps forward and bows deeply, her voice soft yet commanding.
"Your Majesty, you're finally awake."
Alix blinks, stunned for a moment, then breaks into a wide grin.
Alix: "Holy crap... Draya? You're real?"
She tilts her head slightly, her expression calm but curious.
"Of course, Your Majesty. Is something amiss?"
Alix suppresses a laugh, still unable to believe what's happening.
"No, nothing's wrong. Everything's perfect, actually."
Draya straightens up, her face showing a flicker of relief.
"That's wonderful to hear, Your Majesty. Your kingdom awaits your guidance."
"Alright, Draya. Let's get down to business."
He straightens his posture, trying to look as kingly as possible.
"Can you tell me what's been happening these past few days?"
Draya nods, her ears twitching slightly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. While we were at war with the two human kingdoms, you suddenly lost consciousness during a crucial moment. Without your leadership, the Five Lords took command of the troops to defend the kingdom. They fought valiantly, but over time, our forces began to waver under the relentless assault."
Alix frowns, his hand resting on his chin as he listens intently.
"Then, at the height of the battle, a mysterious white light engulfed the capital city. Before anyone could understand what was happening, the entire kingdom's capital was teleported to this unknown forest. It's as if the land itself was torn from its place and replanted here."
"Teleported? An entire city?"
Draya nods again.
"Yes, Your Majesty. We are still unsure of the cause or the purpose, but we are safe for now. The forest surrounding us seems vast and uncharted, with no sign of our previous enemies."