Location: Aryan's Room
Time: 11:30 PM
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
The sound of the keyboard echoed in Aryan's room. His focused face glowed in the light of the computer screen. In the last round of Valorant, he was the only player left against four opponents from the enemy team.
The room was almost dark, with only the blue light from his dual-monitor setup and a small desk lamp providing some brightness. Gaming posters on the walls and shelves filled with action figures created the perfect gaming atmosphere.
"Click! Click!"
His mouse movements were precise. His eyes were locked on the screen, as if nothing else in the world existed.
"Opponents were last seen at A-site," he calmly updated his viewers. Around 2,000 viewers were watching his gameplay with bated breath.
"Swoosh!"
A smoke grenade landed at A-site.
"Tap! Tap!"
With quick movements, Aryan positioned his character through the smoke.
"BANG! BANG!"
Two headshots at once.
"RATATATA!"
A well-controlled spray took down the third enemy.
"BOOM!"
The last enemy was down.
"ACE!"
The game announcement echoed through the room.
The chat was flooded with excitement:
💬 "What a play! 🎯🔥"
💬 "Pro gamer moves! 🔥🔥🔥"
💬 "Aryan bro OP! 😱"
💬 "Someone stop him! 🚀"
💬 "Legendary moment! Clip this! 🎥"
💬 "Hacker confirmed! 😂"
Aryan took a deep breath of relief. "Thanks, guys," he said with a genuine smile. He was happy about his victory, but he wasn't showing off. "This will be the last game now. I have to go to college tomorrow."
"Ding!"
A donation alert popped up.
SuperGamer999: "Bro, one more game?"
Aryan looked at the clock—11:45 PM. His parents were probably asleep. One more game wouldn't be a problem, right?
"Alright, guys, last game. I promise," he said, adjusting his headphones. "But after this, I'm seriously going to sleep."
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
A new game started. Aryan was in a relaxed mood, discussing strategies with his team. The clock showed 12:30 AM, but he was so lost in the excitement of gaming that he didn't notice the time.
"THUD!"
Suddenly, the room door opened. The light switched on, filling the entire room with brightness.
Aryan's heart skipped a beat. His hands froze on the keyboard. The stream chat exploded:
💬 "F!"
💬 "RIP Bro! ☠️"
💬 "Dad is here! RUN! 🏃♂️"
💬 "Stream is over, guys! 😂"
At the door, his father stood, holding a phone with an open email. His face had a familiar expression—disappointment mixed with anger.
"It's midnight, Aryan," his father said in a calm voice, but Aryan knew there was a storm behind that calmness.
"Dad… I was just…" Aryan tried to speak, but his words got stuck in his throat.
"Check your phone. You got an email from college," his father said strictly.
Nervously, Aryan opened his email on the second monitor. The stream chat went silent, as if they were watching a dramatic scene from a TV show.
"Sorry, chat. One minute," he whispered, lowering his microphone volume.
"BUZZ!"
His phone vibrated. A new email notification.
Aryan slowly reached for his phone, moving hesitantly as if delaying the moment would change the outcome. The only sound in the room was the humming of his PC fans.
"CLICK!"
The email opened.
Aryan's face turned pale. The subject line was clear: "Mid-Semester Examination Results."
His father's strict voice broke the silence. "Now do you understand why your mother was so worried during dinner?"
The stream chat was waiting in suspense, but for Aryan, time had stopped. In his gaming paradise, reality had just struck like a bolt of lightning.
The numbers on the email screen started blurring in front of Aryan's eyes. His father was still standing at the door, and now footsteps could be heard from the corridor. Aryan knew—his mother was coming too.
"CLICK! CLICK!"
One by one, the corridor lights turned on.
As soon as his mother entered the room, she understood everything—the running stream, the gaming setup, and her son still sitting in his gaming chair.
"Did you see your results?" Her voice was soft, but the disappointment was clear.
Aryan slowly turned his gaming chair. Under the bright light, his guilty face was visible. The chat had gone completely silent, with only the occasional 'F' appearing on the screen.
"WHOOSH!"
The cool air from the AC made the room even colder, or maybe it was just the tense atmosphere.
"33% in Physics…" his father read aloud. "28% in Mathematics… and in Chemistry…" he shook his head in disappointment.
"I… I will improve," Aryan's voice was barely above a whisper.
"How will you improve? By playing games?" His mother pointed at the energy drink cans on his desk. "By staying awake till 1 AM?"
"Mom, you don't understand… streaming is a real career. I have 100k followers…"
"THAP!"
His father placed his hand firmly on the desk, cutting him off.
"Followers don't pay the bills, Aryan," his father said firmly. "Look at your friend Rahul—he got an All India Rank of 5000 in JEE. And you…"
"But Dad, I…"
"No more arguments," his mother interrupted. "You have to decide—Engineering or Business. We won't let gaming ruin your future."
"We're saying this for your own good," his father added. "We'll discuss this tomorrow morning. Now go to sleep."
"CLICK!"
Aryan quickly pressed the stream end button before his parents could see the chat's reactions.
A heavy silence filled the room. His parents turned toward the door, leaving behind a devastated Aryan.
"THUD!"
The door slowly closed.
Aryan sank into his gaming chair, staring at his blank second monitor. For the first time, his gaming setup made him feel trapped.
Five minutes passed. The room was dark now, with only the dim light from the monitors remaining. Aryan rubbed his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and finally sat up straight in his gaming chair.
"CLICK!"
He pressed the stream restart button.
"BEEP!"
OBS started a new stream session. Slowly, the numbers began to rise—viewers were returning.
"Hey, guys…" Aryan's voice sounded different this time—tired and a little defeated. "Sorry for suddenly ending the stream."
The chat instantly came to life:
💬 "Bro, are you okay? 😟"
💬 "Did your parents calm down?"
💬 "What will you do now? 😭"
"HUMMMM..."
The soft sound of the PC fans filled the silence in the room. Aryan adjusted his gaming headphones, trying to find comfort in his familiar setup.
"I don't know, guys…" he finally said. "It feels like my dream of a gaming career…" His voice trailed off.
"PING! PING!"
Support messages and donations started coming in:
💬 "Don't give up, bro! 💪🔥"
💬 "Your parents will understand, just give it some time. 🕒❤️"
💬 "The same thing happened to me, bro. Stay strong! 🤝😢"
For the first time since the argument, Aryan smiled a little. "Thanks, chat… you guys always support me."
"WHIRR..."
His gaming chair squeaked as he leaned forward, trying to shake off the negative thoughts.
"Alright, let's change the mood. Let's play one last proper game. Then, I'll seriously go to sleep." He opened his game library, searching for something new.
"CLICK! CLICK!"
His mouse hovered over different games.
"Valorant? Nah… BGMI? Nope… Let's try something new today…"
Suddenly…
"DING!"
An unexpected notification caught his attention. A small window popped up in the corner of the screen.
Aryan curiously looked at the notification. As he moved his cursor to click on it, his screen started flickering with colors. At first, he thought it was a graphics card issue, but then…
"DING!"
The notification window expanded:
"Congratulations! You have been selected for Neo Realms Online (Closed Beta Test)
You are one of the 100 chosen ones.
Download Now?"
"BUZZ..."
The room lights flickered slightly, as if the electricity was unstable.
"Neo Realms Online?" Aryan looked at the chat, confused. "Has anyone heard about this game?"
The chat started scrolling rapidly:
💬 "Never heard of it. 🤔"
💬 "Bro, it might be a virus! ⚠️💀"
💬 "Don't download random games! Your system might crash! 🖥🔥"
💬 "Seems suspicious… giving impostor vibes. 🕵️♂️🚨"
💬 "Bro, scan it first, or your PC's funeral is tomorrow. 😂⚰️"
"BEEP!"
The download button on the notification screen started pulsing, as if inviting Aryan to click.
"This is weird…" Aryan studied the notification carefully. "I never applied for any beta test…"
"WHIRR..."
The PC fans suddenly started running faster, as if the system itself was excited.
A game description appeared:
"Enter a world where reality meets fantasy. Experience true immersion like never before. Warning: This is not just a game."
Aryan leaned back, thinking. "Chat, what do you guys think? Should I download it? The graphics look next level in the preview…"
"PING!"
💬 "Bro, don't download it, seems sketchy. 🚫⚡️"
"SWOOSH!"
💬 "Try it, bro. What's the worst that could happen? 😏🖱️"
Aryan's fingers hovered over the keyboard. His rational mind said "no," but he felt an unexplainable pull toward it.
"HUMM..."
In the silence of his room, Aryan took a deep breath.
"Sorry, chat, but curiosity wins…" he said with a small smile. "Worst case? My PC crashes? Or…" he added jokingly, "...I get teleported to a parallel universe?"
"CLICK!"
He pressed the download button.
As soon as he did, an ancient symbol-covered loading screen appeared. Instead of a normal progress bar, mysterious blue energy patterns glowed in the darkness of the room.
"WHIRRRR..."
The PC fans kicked into maximum speed.
A progress bar materialized on the screen, but it wasn't an ordinary loading bar—it formed in a crystalline structure, as if magical energy was flowing through it.
"▓▒░ 10% Complete..."
"Guys, I don't know why," Aryan spoke softly, "but I'm getting a really strange feeling…"
"BUZZ! BUZZ!"
His monitor started vibrating slightly.
"▓▓▒░ 25% Complete..."
The chat exploded with wild theories:
💬 "Bro, your setup got hacked! 👾💻"
💬 "Something's not right... this is way too weird! 😳🔍"
💬 "Restart your system! This looks like a serious problem! 🔄❗"
"▓▓▓▒░ 50% Complete..."
"HUMMMM..."
The electricity in the room began fluctuating. His desk lamp flickered between dim and bright.
"▓▓▓▓▒░ 75% Complete..."
Aryan's hands started trembling slightly. "Chat… my hands feel weird…"
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
System warning alerts started blaring.
"▓▓▓▓▓▒░ 90% Complete..."
"CRACKLE!"
Static electricity filled the air. Aryan's hair stood on end as if charged.
"▓▓▓▓▓▓▒░ 98% Complete..."
"Guys…" Aryan's voice turned nervous. "Should I end the stream? Something feels very wro—"
"▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒░ 99% Complete..."
"VRRRRMMM!"
A sudden surge of energy shook the entire system.
"Download Complete. Initiating Integration Protocol."
"Integration? What kind of protoc—"
"FLASH!"
A bright blue light engulfed the entire room.
Aryan's last words barely came out as a whisper: "Chat… I think I messed up…"
On the screen, a final message flashed:
"Welcome to Neo Realms, Chosen One. Preparing for transfer…"
As soon as the words "Integration Protocol" appeared, reality itself started distorting inside Aryan's room. Blue energy patterns crawled across the walls, as if the virtual world was leaking into the real world.
"BZZZZT!"
Electrical discharges danced through the air, sparking in glowing blue streaks.
"Guys… my hand!" Aryan's voice was filled with panic. His hands were becoming semi-transparent, breaking down into digital pixels as if he was being deleted from reality.
The chat was in total chaos:
💬 "OMG, is this real? 😱🔥"
💬 "Bro, these special effects are insane! 🎆🤯"
💬 "SOMEONE CALL HELP! 🚨📞"
💬 "Wait… is Aryan disappearing?! 😳💀"
💬 "Is this a glitch or reality?! This is turning into an anime plot! 😵💫✨"
"VRRRMMMM!"
The first pulse of energy waves spread through the room. Monitors glitched, their images distorting.
"M-My legs…" Aryan's voice trembled. His legs started phasing through the chair, dissolving like binary code.
"WHOOSH!"
Blue energy strings formed around him, wrapping him in a cocoon-like structure.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
System warnings reached critical levels:
"WARNING: ORGANIC MATTER CONVERSION INITIATED"
"CAUTION: REALITY BREACH DETECTED"
"ALERT: POINT OF NO RETURN APPROACHING"
"I can't… I can't feel my body…" Aryan's voice faded, mixing with static.
"CRACKLE! POP!"
Reality itself began cracking, forming spiderweb-like patterns, as if the world was shattering like glass.
In his last visible moments, Aryan glanced at the chat—thousands of viewers watched helplessly as their favorite streamer literally vanished before their eyes.
"SWOOOOSH!"
A strange, cosmic tunnel formed inside Aryan's room. He stood up from his gaming chair, only to see his hands slowly turning into pixels.
His stream chat exploded with messages:
💬 "What's happening to his hands?! 😱"
💬 "Bro, is this some new filter? 🎮"
💬 "These graphics look too real... 😳"
Fear crawled up his spine. This wasn't a normal game.
"WARNING: TRANSFER PROTOCOL INITIATED"
An error message flashed on the screen, and everything around him started dissolving.
His mind raced: What's happening? Mom… Dad…
Time slowed down. Every detail of his room became crystal clear—gaming posters on the walls, action figures on the shelf, scattered energy drink cans on his desk. Everything that made up his normal life was fading.
A calm voice echoed:
"Neural Interface Establishing..."
"Transfer sequence activated. Prepare for dimensional shift."
As he glanced toward his parents' room, memories flashed—this morning's argument, their disappointed faces, their dreams he never took seriously.
"M-mom… Dad…" His voice cracked with regret. "I should've listened… I'm sor—"
The chat turned serious:
💬 "Why does this feel so real... 💔"
💬 "Bro... are you okay? 😢"
💬 "Someone call for help! 📞"
Reality shattered. Blue light surged from his body, forming complex patterns in the air. The sensation was strange—not painful, but as if he was being taken apart molecule by molecule.
"Transfer Progress: 50%"
The system's voice was calm, professional:
"Converting biological data to quantum format. Hold still. Or don't. At this point, it doesn't matter."
The air thickened, charged with an unknown energy. Aryan felt his consciousness expanding, stretching into a digital space. His last thoughts of Earth fragmented into streams of raw data.
"VWOOP!"
His room twisted, folded, then disappeared completely. Darkness surrounded him. The system's voice continued:
"Transfer Complete. Preparing for materialization."
A pause.
"Destination: Third Planet, Lumina System."
Another pause.
"Oh, and you might want to brace yourself. The landing... well, gravity works differently there."
His stream's final moments:
💬 "Did... did we just witness someone get isekai'd in real time?! 😱"
💬 "Aryan bro, come back! 😭"
💬 "Neo Realms Online... it's real... 🎮"
The last fragments of his Earth consciousness dissolved into pure energy. A tunnel of reality formed, pulling him toward the unknown.
To Be Continued...