The room was a mess. The bed was unmade and the sheets were tangled in knots, indicating that the person who slept there had spent a restless night tossing and turning. The floor was littered with empty beer cans and takeaway containers, and the air was thick with the foul odour of stale sweat and farts. The only decoration on the wall was a picture of a video game character, which was the closest thing to art that the owner of the room possessed.
And there, slumped in a chair, was the person himself. He was still wearing the same clothes he had been wearing the day before, which were stained and rumpled from being slept in. His hair was sticking up in all directions, and his face was pale and unshaven. He looked like he had just been woken up from a three-day bender.
Pathetic, he called himself.
He was once a bright-eyed boy full of hope and optimism, with a big dopey grin that could light up even the most miserable room. He had always been a little slow on the uptake, but he made up for it with his endless supply of energy and cheer. But as he grew older, the world had a way of beating down on his spirit. The harsh realities of life had left their mark on him, and the once-cheerful boy had become a bitter, cynical man who preferred to spend his days indoors, locked away from the world.Escaping into the comforting embrace of video games and apathy.
The online role-playing game "Spirits and Dragons Academy" was the only thing that kept him going. He spent most of his days immersed in the virtual world, lost in the complex and engaging storylines of the game. He had poured countless hours into building his character, honing his skills. He often found himself living vicariously through his character, the only place where he felt truly alive.
The man had been locked away in his room for days, barely leaving his seat in front of his computer screen. He had not eaten for days and had only taken brief sips of water when his parched throat forced him to. On the seventh day, as he played his favorite game, his vision began to swim and the room started to spin. He tried to get up to get a drink, but his legs buckled under him and he collapsed onto the floor. He lay there thinking how pathetic his life was and how harsh the society was on him, he felt relieved and disappointed in himself.
He stared at his computer screen with sad and thankful eyes, he thought how a single game had gave him a reason to live this long, after everything he had been through.
He thought of the countless hours he had spent in this game, It was the only thing that had kept him going all these years and as he took his last breath, he muttered softly,... Thank you....
The room had fell silent.
Ding!!
Suddenly, a small notification window popped up on the computer screen, breaking the eerie silence of the room. The man had always been drawn to the world of "Spirits and Dragons Academy", the online game that had been his only escape. But now, even in death, it seemed as if the game had one last surprise for him. The notification read: "You have been invited to join the world of Spirits and Dragons Academy. Accept invite?"
Ding! Ding!! Ding!....
The small notification window was soon overshadowed by a flood of identical messages that began popping up on the computer screen. They came one after the other, filling up the entire display. The messages were all the same: "You are invited to enter the world of Spirits and Dragons Academy. Accept invite?" They appeared faster and faster, each one overlapping the last and creating a blur of text on the screen.
The computer screen went blank for a moment before turning into a bright white glow. Slowly, the words "Thank you for accepting the invitation. Have a blast." faded into view. The world of "Spirits and Dragons Academy" had claimed him once again, even in death.
[New skill acquired]
[skill : reincarnation activated]