Chapter 1: Death Of A Gamer.
"Fucking dogshit game!" Elias roared, his voice full of raw, boiling anger.
He looked like he was in his early thirties—maybe thirty-two—and probably weighed close to six hundred pounds. His eyes burned with rage as he stared at the monitor, where the laggy game screen kept flickering and glitching.
Then, without warning, the screen froze and went completely dark. The system had forcefully kicked him out of the game.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he shouted, slamming his thick palm against the desk. The impact sent an empty coffee cup and a bunch of snack wrappers tumbling to the floor, joining the mountain of trash already piled around him.
’Why is my luck always complete dogshit?’
As far back as he could remember, life had been one long, cruel joke.
Abandoned at birth. Passed from one foster home to another, where daily abuse—both physical and emotional—was just normal.
Then came adulthood. No proper job. No girlfriend. Still a virgin at thirty. A loser by every possible standard.
And now, even the one thing he had left—this goddamn game—was turning its back on him too.
That’s when it began.
Ding.