“Please! I’ll find the money! I’ll take out a loan, but please! Treat my sister so that she can at least have a chance!” On his hands and knees, Luck begged. The sight of him was pathetic, a grown man looking seemingly a good few years older past his prime and his expression haggard like a beggar. His clothes were somewhat tattered and dirty from all the manual work he had been through, but there were a number of other health concerns that were visible to see. His eyes were sunken in, his lips cracked, and his eyes a yellow hue, all signs of a lack of proper nutrition or care for oneself. The reason was obvious to the neatly dressed doctor who sat above the graveling excuse of a man. Getting himself comfortable in his expensive ornate glass desk, which was currently his bigger concern, monitors on the walls and laid across his desk showed the number of patients he was working with simultaneously. With humanities technology, real time monitoring of patients from the comfort of a d
Upon arriving at their new house, Luck and Chancy couldn’t help but gasp when they saw where they’d be living from now on. For all their life, they had been living in the lower district which was usually packed with small houses stacked on top of each other to make use of as much space as possible to accommodate as many people to a minimal amount of code of comfort. Luck’s family had at least a house that had 3 rooms but they were small and were less than half the size of a studio. The living room was the only part of the house that had enough room for all three of them to comfortably walk around in, but the bath was incredibly tiny and they had to squeeze in as pairs to make sure they didn’t run up the water or electric bill. But when they entered the high rise through the automatic sliding doors, Luck could already see the difference between being a lower class citizen to a middle class citizen. The room they entered was like just a lobby area, it had staff moving to and fro, hel
The next morning, after Luck and his family had settled into their new home, Luck departed.“Have a good son, be sure to do your best.” “Yeah! And forget that you promised to take me to the hospital’s roof, Alright?!” While his father gave him words of encouragement, his sister seemed more inclined about the benefits Luck had. “Now don’t bother your brother, he’s got work to do. But when he thinks you can, I’m sure he’ll let you. Now come on, it's time for school.” “Ouch.” Chancy yelped as her mother pinched her ear and followed her out. “Okay Mom.” “Heh, I’ll be back in a few days, take care everyone.” Luck took his leave and while he knew he wouldn’t be seeing them for a while, he knew they’d be fine. He had his assurances. His parents would of course continue their own work in the lower district, but word would soon spread that they were elevated to middle class citizens. This meant his parents would be given the opportunity to advance their careers, the main reason they cou
Making his way out of his private room in the training hall, Luck found Carol and Flama doing some light sparring. Carol struck out with a short dagger, aiming for Flama’s blind spot while Flama rolled out of the way. Luck wondered how Flama was able to react in time to dodge that attack from her blind spot. For a second, Luck thought Carol had this match in the bag but soon found Flama letting loose a flurry of slashes. “Eat this, [Scarlet Slasher]!” Swinging each of her twin blades, Flama created a web of red slashes that continued to pelt Carol. The slashes left no permanent damage due to how this was a training area, but from Luck’s knowledge, [Scarlet Slasher] was a unique weapon skill for twin blade users which allowed them to produce a knockback effect. And just as he recalled that, Carol was sent flying backwards and out of the ring. For a moment, Carol thought about going for another round with Flama but seeing that Luck had arrived, her ears peaked up. “Good morning! M
“Incoming, 5 on the right and 3 orcs to our left flank. FLAMA!”“I know! Come get some you ugly mutts.”At Flama shouting she pumped herself up as Luck continued to observe the situation, they were in. It had been only a few hours since they began their trek to his base and along the way, it seemed that the orc encampment was making moves, he didn’t know for what purpose, but he knew they were a threat.“DOUBLE! SLASH!” Flama let loose her twin swords sinking them into the green flesh of the orcs. Without even having to communicate with Luck, she had picked up on the larger threat.Suddenly, a scorching flaming hit her square in the chest, but Flama was unphased. Instead, she charged at the remaining orc, whose skin was of blood red color.It roared and raised its club like a wand to cast another spell on the tiny human girl. But all it saw was a long blur of red hair pass him by.Not even giving the red orc a second more of her attention, Flama dashed over to Caleb as fast as she cou
Hooking the horse up to the carriage, Caleb looked over to the interior of the rugged wooden wagon. It was an old piece of technology that seemed out of place in his reality’s futuristic cars. To him, it seemed retro and a novel experience to actually set one up, a perk of VRMMORPGs. “All set here, how’s the inside coming along?” “Yeah, almost finished here, come give me a hand.” While the voice was muffled, Caleb could still hear Luck clearly. Climbing up, he helped him move along crates of supplies that were inside his pocket space inventory. It consisted of water for the horse, crude straw sleeping bags, and rations to fill their bellies during a long journey. I was like they were going on a trip and while only a fraction of what Caleb had acquired, he could tell that Luck was trying to pack the wagon light. “So where to?” Caleb asked as he was handed another crate full of rations. “For now, we head north. While it might not be the most direct path to the northeastern mounta
With the creaking of the wooden wheels sounding their way down the dirt path, Luck and his party were soon on arrival at the port village of Dieles. How they knew they were close was by the apparent salty smell of the sea. Luck sniffed and thought that this was what nature truly was like. Mixed with the dirt, he could almost taste the sea. Or how the seas on earth were like, before corporations and human hands had touched it. I made him chuckle to think that this virtual world was replacing his real life. In fact, it was as if he truly started over in a new world if he took into account that he died in his past’s life. But that was a dreary topic to think of. “Master, are you alright?” Carol asked, pressing her chest against his arm. Luck’s brow twitched away from the sky but more in the fact that he was creeped out. To him, this is like a young girl hitting on some old dude. “UH? I’m fine, just thinking about the sea.” “Really? That is all? There is not anything else?” Carol so
Looking to the side as she laid there, out camping in the wild at night, Carol moved her hand from under the sheet. She gripped Luck’s hand who was beside her, he finished humming his tune, so she looked at him with asking eyes and the question evident in the form in her brow. “You don’t have a problem with that? Are you sure?” Luck asked and Carol gave a timid nod.Luck shrugged and laid closer beside her, producing a blanket for himself. He continued to hum another tune as Carol looked up at the dark sky, the bright twin moons and sparkling stars helping to banish her fear of the dark from her mind, alleviating her fear status. It was the same here, she thought, no different from before and no different now. Her people, once in their history, had praised the stars and the moons, naming the ever-streaking stars in the sky as gods. It was a primitive idea, but Carol thought that they perhaps did it so that her people back then could have something to comfort themselves through the