"This world is boring,"

Alis muttered, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead as he gazed out at the moon through a window.

The silver glow illuminated his face, but his thoughts were far from the serene night sky. They were consumed by memories of a life that had always been... too easy

From a young age, Alis had been showered with praise, blessed with rich parents, good looks, and a talent for garnering admiration and applause for everything he did.

With just a glance at a chapter from any books, he effortlessly absorbed its contents. His mind was filled with knowledge, and he easily overcame every intellectual challenge that crossed his path.

Whether it was his quick understanding of new concepts, his flawless memory, or his effortless success in school, those around him never stopped to offer their praise.

Over time, he grew tired of all the praise. His talents weren't limited to academic achievements; they extended to his hobbies and interests.

If he picked up a musical instrument, he was deemed a prodigy. If he played a sport, he was considered a natural. It was as though the world had decided that Alis was destined for greatness.

Naturally, people started to hate him. They were all filled with jealousy. But what could Alis do? He didn't ask to be like this; he didn't ask to be born as the perfect human being. Over time, he grew accustomed to hate.

What do they want me to do? Apologize for being better than them? It couldn't be helped. I was destined to be like this.

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On this particular day, Alis had fallen asleep at his desk, the golden rays of the sun streaming through the window waking him. His classmates were gone; the lesson had ended without him noticing. He stretched, yawned, and gathered his things, his thoughts drifting to the upcoming exams.

Another perfect score awaited him—an outcome as predictable as the rising sun. The repetitive act of always achieving perfection on tests no longer excited him; it had become an everyday occurrence. He sighed, stood up from the desk, and went to the cafeteria.

There, he idly picked up a Rubik’s Cube from a nearby table. Within seconds, his fingers flew across the colored tiles, solving it with mechanical precision. He set it down, unimpressed.

Too easy…

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As Alis sat at the table eating his food, he couldn't help but overhear a conversation between two of his classmates.

"Yo, bro, have you played that super extremely hard, challenging game everyone's talking about?"

"Yeah, but it's too damn difficult! I can't even get past level 1."

“Pfft, noob. I’ve already reached level 3.”

“Tsk, there is an upcoming exam. Unlike you, dumbass, I'm not going to waste my time playing that stupid game.”

“Haha, enough with all the excuses. Cope harder, you damn noob!”

The conversation sparked his curiosity.

A game? Super extremely hard, challenging game? What a joke.

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After school, a black limousine awaited him outside the gate. Two rows of bodyguards flanked the sides, and a red carpet stretched out before him, leading to the car's door.

The students parted to make way for him; they were accustomed to this scene. As Alis walked along the carpet, the guards bowed and exclaimed.

“Greetings, young master!”

Accustomed to their loud greetings, Alis ignored them and stepped into the limousine. The car seat was soft, and the hum of the music made him feel sleepy.

Finally, he reached his home. The house was enormous, in black and white, with modern structures. He went to his room, fired up his computer, and found the game his classmates were discussing.

As he delved into the gameplay, he quickly realized they weren't exaggerating. The mechanics were complicated, the challenges were hard, and the enemies were ruthless.

For the first time in years, Alis faced something he couldn’t master immediately.

And he loved it.

Failures piled up quickly. He lost, he lost, he won, and then he lost again. But instead of frustration, each failure ignited something deep inside him—a desire to overcome. A spark he hadn’t felt in years.

Finally, after hours of playing, he found the boss. The boss was extremely hard, with high HP and swift agility, along with 10,000 unique moves. He had to memorize them all; if he was even 0.1 seconds late, it would result in his defeat. He lost over and over again more than a hundred times, and yet the smile on his face never faded; in fact, it grew wider.

Days turned into weeks, and Alis dedicated himself to the game. He poured over strategies, watched other players, and practiced relentlessly. He embraced the failures, recognizing they were stepping stones towards his growth.

He stopped attending school, and no one dared question his absence. If Alis wanted to, he could buy the school—or even the entire city. His servants did not urge him to return to school, well aware of their position.

His parents, preoccupied with their work, never noticed that their son had stop attending. Being an unapproachable genius since childhood, he had never formed friendships, nor did he feel the need for them.

Then, after a month of determined effort, it happened—he won his first boss fight. The thrill that rushed through him was indescribable, a mix of accomplishment and exhilaration.

But one victory wasn’t enough. He dived deeper, conquering harder challenges, defeating stronger enemies, until he reached the game’s end. He had become the world’s top player, the undisputed champion.

Yet, the thrill didn’t last.

He moved on to other games, pushing himself further, but no matter how challenging they claimed to be, they all fell before him. One by one, he conquered them all. Even on the most punishing difficulty levels, they eventually became… too easy.

Alis had sought refuge in the world of games, searching for a challenge that could match his intellect and skill. For a fleeting moment, he had found it. The struggle, the failures, the triumph—it had all felt real.

But now, standing once more at the top, he realized the exhilaration was gone.

The emptiness returned, heavier than before.

"This world is boring.”