Gregory sat in front of the computer as he continuously smashed the controller in his hands.
"Haha, Look at your character. He looks fucking stupid and weak." A kid's voice reached Gregory's ears through the headset.
As soon as it did, though, Anger started to build up in his heart. He snarled and started to scream into his mike while smashing controller buttons as hard as he could with his fingers.
"You fucker, I will fuck you up and then fuck your mom, then your dad, grandma and grandpa."
To his dismay, the words were ignored by the 15-year-old. Instead of running to his mom and crying, he started to mock Gregory further.
"No matter what you say to me, the fact you are getting your ass kicked doesn't change you fucker."
Yes, like the kid (Buttercup 1754) said, currently Gregory was getting his ass kicked hard in his favourite game.
Fighter Arena 2024 was a massively successful game. It has broken record after record and has become the most-played game in the current era.
And Gregory is a player who has the 3rd strongest avatar in the entire game.
The Vampire Lord Avatar.
To make this avatar, Gregory nearly emptied his bank account, practised like hell and fought so many battles in the game.
He was very proud of his game avatar. It was OP, suited his taste and was nearly Indestructible. He even Participated in the E-sport Tournament with this avatar and took second place. He Loved his character.
But his pride was nowhere to be seen, as he watched a new game player who had an avatar of a dragon destroy him left and right. He pressed the controller's buttons as fast as he could hoping to gain some momentum and go on the offensive, but his hopes shattered instantly.
'This kid is too good; how is he moving like that? It is like fighting him.'
Suddenly the flashes of memories began to surface in his mind, filling him with shame and anger.
His controller was near his feat, and the big screen behind him showed His dead vampire avatar lying on the floor; a humanoid red dragon was standing over it like an omen of death, and the crowd in front of him was chanting one name over and over again. When Gregory heard that name unimaginable amount of anger started to pour into his heart.
"Raider, Raider, Raider, Raider..."
He covered his ears, hoping the vile chant would not reach him, but his efforts didn't work. Sends felt like an eternity when the crowd chanted his nemesis's name. Lights became dim in his eyes and irritation took over his heart.
He raised his hand and started to beat the tournament monitor in front of him repeatedly until no one could identify what it was before. The blood flowed down his hand as his rage subsidized.
Then he was in front of his room again, in the present.
The Undamaged monitor in front of him showed his dead vampire avatar lying on the floor. A green humanoid dragon was standing over his body. His was glued to the screen, devoid of any life.
'M-My Avatar.'
The world turned blur as he looked at its lifeless face; even the trash-talking of the kid didn't reach him. It felt like the world stopped around him.
One of the reasons for this strange behaviour was simple. The 100, 000 dollars of his all-life savings were gone, into the trash. Unlike in the tournament, once a character dies while playing normally you can't recover them.
Even though the fact that his precious avatar got destroyed didn't really hurt him as much as the fact that he lost to a rich kid who bought his daddy's money and absolutely destroyed him.
And there was nothing more shameful and disgusting in this world than losing.
Suddenly a sharp pain ran across his chest. He clutched his chest and abruptly fell to the floor while staring at his computer screen.
'I lost...… Again.' Then the world turned black.
Gregory floated in the darkness, his heart was filled with rage and yet he couldn't even move a muscle. He doesn't know exactly what happened or what is going on but he knows that he wasn't in a favorable situation.
Suddenly, the whole world turned white, and with it,, his eyes opened.
Scorching sunlight fell on his eyes as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. He was in a forest clearing,g and there was an in front of him holding something similar to a staff.
She had icy white hair that reached down to her waist. Her light green, blue eyes were mesmerizing and addicting. The moment he looked at them it felt like he was drowning. Her fair skin caused the sunlight to reflect in many ways.
She was beautiful even though she was wearing a rag doll. The green/brown frock she was wearing was stored in dining places, and there were stains of mud and blood all over it.
When he saw the girl in front of him, a strange sensation filled his heart.
He had seen a lot of beautiful women in his life, and even though this girl was very beautiful, she wasn't the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. But for some strange reason, he felt like this was the most beautiful girl there was, and he had to protect her no matter what.
The girl stared directly at him, they were full of malice and fury. Feeling the strange sensation increase, he broke eye contact for a few seconds to look at his surroundings.
He was standing in a forest clearing while scorching sunlight fell from the sky. The floor of the clearing was covered in grass. A tree line separated the forest from the clearing he was in. The girl was also standing near the tree line under its shades.
'Where am I?'
"Behind you." The girl screamed, causing Gregory to turn his head around, but before he could, a mouth bigger than his entire body closed in on him and tried to swallow him.
Gregory froze on the spot while the fangs, as long as his arm, tried to bite onto his knees.
Being inside a massive mouth while fangs as sharp as razor blades tried to bite into your flesh nightmarish experience.
He was terrified. He closed his eyes as he prayed to all the gods he remembered to save him from this situation.
And it was like the gods had answered his call. When he opened his eyes, he could see that the sharp fangs had bit into his flesh, but they hadn't pierced it. Even the strange but familiar pants he was wearing hadn't been pierced.
From the vibrations running through the mouth's flesh, he could tell that the creature was struggling.
'What's going on?'