"Fuck I'm late!" Lucas yelled as he threw on a black sweater and some black pants before quickly making his way out of his dorm.
"What are the chances I already missed the first class, if I remember correctly today should be the VR thing." Lucas muttered to himself as he dashed to the D section of Lock.
Lucas skidded across the corner, grabbing the edge of the wall he propelled himself forward. "Oh God, I wanna throw up so badly. I'm hungover as fuck."
Lucas muttered under his breath, suppressing the queasy feeling arising in his stomach, he finally reached the VR room.
Bursting into the room, Lucas skidded to the center of the hall. The professor turned his head and glanced at the new arrival, his eyebrow prickling up.
"I must ask why you are so late, dear student?" He asked with a genial smile. Lucas sized him up quietly, he was tall, very tall. His hair was slicked back neatly, his features bold, giving him a bad boy look.
"That guy, I don't know why but he feels familiar" Bellie muttered hesitatingly, his eyes narrowed as he studied the professor carefully.
Lucas ignored him, he silently glanced at his classmates before clearing his throat, "Uhm my bad Professor Thibaut, I was trying to find the suit for the class but I couldn't find it."
Professor Thibaut's brow furrowed slightly but his genial tone remained, "Ah I see, well I think we have a spare in the back, wear that." Lucas nodded with a smile and headed to the storage room.
"That professor of yours, he has signed a demon contract." Bellie mentioned as Lucas zipped up his suit.
"I know," he whispered softly, "Don't take me as Hellen Keller." Bellie let out an illegible sound, "What?…. Whatever I don't care, I was just informing you."
"Mhmm," Lucas hummed as he ruffled his head, still reeling from the drink, the hangover was crazy. That midget was right, whatever that drink was—it was strong as fuck.
Lucas hugged the wall as he made his way to the boys side of the hall, it was truly a shame—he wanted to see Emma and the others in spandex.
"Since everyone is present, I will start the capsules and you can enter when I say so"
Seeing that everyone was present, Professor Thibaut smiled and went towards his desk where a large monitor was present.
Typing a few commands on the screen, he called out the names of each student separately.
"Ren Dover, please make way to capsule 56."
Lucas stood in a corner, his back hugging the wall as he tried his best not to pass out or worse—vomit in front of everyone.
Ren walked to his designated capsule a few metres away from him, ignoring the snickers of his classmate.
"Lucas Mikaelson, please make way to capsule 55."
Professor Thibaut announced, Lucas shook his head before walking to the capsule next to Ren.
Once again, he too faced the mockery of his classmates, with remarks like 'Isn't he the dead last?' and 'Isn't he the idiot who just kept swinging his sword.' being whispered.
'Couldn't these idiots use their time for something better? Imagine having to form clique's and hanging up on someone weaker than you to put them down, truly small dick behaviour.'
Lucas forced a tight smile before stepping into the capsule, he adjusted his helmet around his head and waited patiently for the 'professor' to start the simulation.
"Student Mikaelson, are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Okay, the virtual simulation will start in 3…2…1…"
Suddenly, Lucas's vision spun before everything went dark.
"..."
[Processing student information…]
[Retina scan…check]
[Fingerprint scan…check]
[Genetic data test…check]
[Loading time…57%…87%…94%…]
[User information loaded]
[Rank 1750, Lucas Mikaelson, confirm access Y/N]
The helmet illuminated the lines of command, Lucas took a moment to process the information. It seemed that getting into a VR simulation while having a massive headache wasn't a good idea.
After pressing Y, Lucas heard a lively jingle playing in the background as he awaited his teammates.
Almost immediately, Lucas found himself in a completely white room.
Looking around the room, he found a couple other students glancing around the room. There were a total of five people excluding him in the waiting room.
As Lucas made his way to them, they turned to him with a pleasant smile. But the closer Lucas got, and the more they got a closer look at him, their faces suddenly warped into disgust.
"Rank 456, Kim Hajin." One of them introduced themselves, his voice was indifferent as he tilted his head upwards.
'Is he trying to aurafarm? What an overperformer, should I tell him that women don't like that? Nah.' Lucas thought with a snicker, which seemed to anger the little child.
"What are you laughing at?" He demanded. Lucas smirk widened slightly, "No good sir, I'm definitely not laughing at you. How can I? A cockroach laugh at a man with such…..power?"
Lucas emphasised his word, as he moved his head to the side. The boy's eyes narrowed, a vein twitching on his temple. "You think you're better than me?" he spat, stepping closer.
"Better? No, not really but do I think I'm smarter? Yes."
Lucas's words hung in the air, Hajin's nose flared up as he took a step forward. But suddenly a sharp voice echoed in the waiting area.
"Stop!" A cheerful voice rang out from the side, Lucas turned to the side, his eyes a mixture of curiosity and surprise.
Who would try and save someone ranked 1750? Their other teammates themselves were enjoying the fight.
In his sight appeared a black haired individual with snake-like yellow eyes, it was Rank 18 Troy Derekz. An absolute psychopath if he remembered properly.
'Isn't he Jin's lackey?' Lucas thought to himself carefully. Troy came close to them, his smile seemingly plastered on his face, "We shouldn't fight, we're a team after all."
He muttered to Hajin, his eyes focused intently on him. Hajin hesitated for a moment before shrinking away in fear. "Good." Troy muttered, "Now, we should continue introducing ourselves shouldn't we?"
The others seemed to understand that they couldn't mess around anymore and nodded intently. "Rank 18, Troy Derekz, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Off to the corner, a blue haired girl turned to them, "Rank 198, Adaline Shade." She whispered curtly, her bangs falling to her forehead.
Standing next to her was a rosy cheeked girl with a plump and endowed figure. Her lips tinged scarlet as her lips parted, "Rank 69, Bessy Harris." She introduced herself with a warm smile.
'God I want to bury my face in her breasts.' Lucas looked at her dreamily, before realising it was his turn. "Sorry, I was distracted. Rank 1750, Lucas Mikaelson." He said slowly.
[Ehm…ehm…Group 9 can you guys hear me?]
Disrupting the awkward atmosphere that developed, professor Thibuat's voice resounded across the room.
[If you can hear me say 'Check']
"Check"
"Check"
"Check"
"Check"
"Check"
"Check"
[1…2…3…4…5…6, great looks like everyone is present. Okay, listen carefully as I will now explain the rules. Pay close attention because I will only say them once.]
[Since this is most likely the first time some of you have entered the virtual world, today's class will be on the lighter side]
[The people around you right now will be the group that you will work with for today's class.]
[Before you say anything, your group is balanced according to the computer and for the most part, each group will be evenly matched. Although there are some exceptions, which I really can't do anything about]
[You will each be dropped into a remote terrain which will be randomly generated by the computer.]
[Your goal for today is to survive 1 hour]
[There are extra points awarded for those who manage to complete certain hidden tasks]
[This will count as a pass as long as you manage to survive for 1 hour, extra points will be awarded for each teammate that survives alongside you]
[I will give you a minute to let you discuss your plans with your group.]
[Best of luck!]
[Oh~ Before I leave I forgot to mention. The last group will automatically fail this class]
Suddenly their gazes all fell on Lucas, 'Jesus Christ I am in danger.'
[Alright! the simulation is ready]
[I will start the simulation in 3…2…1]