Prologue

Just slightly over a year ago, a company which nobody had even heard of brought about a revolution the likes of which humanity had never seen, Virtual Reality Technology. The introduction of VRT swept the globe like a storm, leaving no stone unturned. Not a day went by without the media broadcasting about the event that happened on February 29, 2032.

On that day, approximately 14 million VRT sets were distributed across the globe to people of various ages allowing them access into the Virtual World. The numbers continue to increase as more are distributed every day. Nobody knows why or how they are doing it, intelligence agencies around the world have found no patterns as to the targeted people, nor their delivery methods but most surprisingly, even the top scientists could not crack the technology behind the VRT. The world was simultaneously both racing about from the foreign technology, and yet also at a standstill as they could only helplessly strive for the never ending truth. Attempts at finding the creators also bore no fruit, but the name of the company will surely no doubt engrave its mark on the history of man;

A.T.L.A.N.T.I.S.

December 13, 2033

“I’m home.”

The man stood still after entering his dorm room, not that he expected a reply as he was living alone, but it just felt right to say it. Without turning on the lights he slumped on his chair, exhausted from his lectures he had been attending all day.

‘Life sucks’ is what he thought to himself.

‘Work hard for the next few years, and you can then become a lawyer when you graduate. Your life will have no worries then.’ Is what his parents said to him before he left for University to study law.

But when is life that easy…

In that moment he heaved a big sigh and opened his laptop. He did his routine searches on the internet, even after half a year, the VRT hype never died down. Players became as famous as celebrities as the top players were consistently hired by large media or corporations to advertise and to bring them in-game news. As in-game currency could be exchanged into real world currency, players who were good naturally became quite wealthy. Everyone yearned for one, and he was no exception. Nowhere on the market was it sold, even if it was nobody would buy one. That was because the headgear was specifically designed for the person it had been delivered to, it would not work for any other person.

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

If only I could get my hands on one… he sighed again and jumped onto his bed as his head collided with a box.

“WHAT THE…!” as he shouted while rubbing his head.

On his bed appeared to be a box, he turned on the light, engraved across the metallic box was engraved with the words, A.T.L.A.N.T.I.S. He could not help suppress his smile and his heart leapt for joy as he frantically opened his box. Inside was a note accompanied with a piece of headgear, the note read;

“You have been granted the rights to participate in the game,

ATLANTIS.

Strive with all your might for strength, for glory, and for power.

For a day shall come when you will be needed to come forth,

to distinguish yourself and advance towards a mighty foe.

Rise, and grow.

You are the CHOSEN.”

Wasting no time at all, he placed the gear on his head and heard a voice,

Retinal Scan – Identified

Bone Structure – Identified

DNA – Identified

Body has been analyzed down to the atomic level.

Identity has been confirmed.

Would you like to enter ATLANTIS?

Yes/No

Yes