Chapter 1: Transmigration
The soft clicking of keys and the theme of a game were the only sounds in a dimly lit room.
The light from a monitor lit the room as much as it could, casting shadows along the edges. A boy sat on a chair, half-buried by the graphics and gameplay of the game he was so into.
"Yes!! Phase one completed," he shouted, forgetting it was past midnight.
"Just one more level and I'll acquire the Cinder title," he giggled, scrolling through the game interface on the screen.
Fractured Dawn was a popular game that was played among teenage males. Most of them went crazy about it, and this night was one night he got to play.
His parents were strict, hardly letting him play despite his good grades every semester. So, when they were out on business trips, he took the opportunity to dive into the moments he missed when they were around.
He took this game more seriously than his grades. If not for his parents, he'd be gaming all semester, reading only a week before exams.
While his daily life was mostly full of books, lectures, and tests, taking time off to release stress was the best feeling he always had. So, whenever his parents were going on business trips, he'd be overjoyed about it.
"Alright, I've got to sleep, or I'll be looking like a zombie in class," he said, staring at the time, which read 00:59 a.m.
He moved the cursor toward the shutdown icon, but then he stopped. "One more game won't hurt."
"I've just got to get five more kills, and I'll finally attain the Cinder rank," he muttered, a grin displaying on his face.