*Those are thoughts*

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 Prologue-A Normal Man

You see that young man in the crowd, that crowd in the road to the more expensive private university of Tokyo, not the one good looking, not the one wearing brand clothes, not the one that look like a nerd. (Imaginary readers pointing with their finger) Yes, the one that is wearing second hand clothes, tall, black hair, with wide shoulders, with Asian but plain features except for its unnatural ,almost like broken, flat nose.

That's me, Riu Kitsutsuki, now you must be asking yourself how is that, I which honestly look like someone without money of any kind is going to this college as student?, this college where only the privileged, the rich, the famous, and the brightest can attend.  Well the true is that I am not that clever to have a scholarship even when I have some talents like remember the content of a book or drawings at see them a single time, but my talents are easily overshadowed by my stress and self-confidence issues.

Those issues they are the why of my current state as student with courses already chosen and paid by others, and worse I signed a contract which legally compels me to assist to classes and approve those classes within the top 15 scores, and also I must paid and arrange my living expenses with money gained with my own work without external help until the end of the contract.

How is that I ended in this situation?

Well all this situation started during my childhood, my upbringing was certainly unique, my fathers were absent for three thirds of the time in which I lived in the house, which it made me feel alone even with 4 older siblings and 3 younger, 5 maids, 4 butlers, 12 tutors, 3 martial arts masters, living in a house so big that is needed a tour guide to navigate through the 52 rooms, 67 bathrooms, 8 kitchens, 3 pools, 2 hot springs, 2 tennis courts, 8 diner rooms, 5 ballrooms, 1 cinema for 20 people, 12 gardens, and almost forgot the underground garage with the 24 cars and 3 buses. I was feeling alone living the childhood that many people dream of, isn't it shocking?

But feeling alone was only the first of many feelings, while I was growing up other feelings were added, after I learned to read each day after I woke up it was given to me a schedule of the day, a schedule which I was forced to follow, at first it was like a game but after a while the schedule it started to become like shackles whose intent was to take and restrict my time, so in my was born a imprisonment feeling.

When my studies and my martial arts training started another feeling was created apathy, I never feel interest in the themes that my tutors imparted so my grades were average even after they found my talented memory the stress that they put on me made all these books, manuals, and classes felt insipid. my martial arts training it started better than my studies but after my first win I learned that I hated hurting others so I never tried to learn more than self defense motions even when my masters wanted teach me more.

From those three feelings, loneliness feelings, apathy feelings, and imprisonment feelings, were born the feelings of envy, rage and sadness. The only thing that helped me to put all those feelings aside and live a relatively happy childhood were my weekends with grandpa.

Grandpa was my rock; Grandpa taught me the meaning of love, hard work, responsibility, leadership, and happiness. Grandpa also told me about the world and how my family was positioned in the top of the ladder by being leaders but grandpa also told me that if I wanted I could get off of the ladder and become a normal person to search my happiness. Two months after my 15 birthday Grandpa died without telling me how go down from the ladder.

After my grandpa died, I was shaking all those bad feelings that were within me exploded, in 8 months I went from a model son to a reckless biker that wasted money in street races. But one night I met a true friend, that night I cried in his shoulder and in the next morning I started to amend my sins. It took me 5 months to amend my relationships with my siblings but I couldn't accomplish the same with the relationship with my parents. I learned that you can't amend what does not exist.

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Just before my seventeen birthday I decided that I did not want more money than necessary to survive, I did not want be smarter than average, or wanted to be stronger than average. I decided that to me be average will be a life goal.

I told my parents my choice of being average and get a low level job and be father of family, they did not take my choice it well. My father went ballistic saying that it was my duty towards them to be a man of success and that me only choices were: to get at least PH.D, be a CFO, CEO or COO in one of the companies of the family, be a champion in any sport, be a politician, or to be part of the army, navy, or air force. My mother not say anything but strangely she had a sneaky smile while my father talked.

It took two years of discussions and many runaways from my parent’s house but at last my parents let me go from their influence or at least that was what I thought when they presented the contract. I was not stupid, I read the contract before signing; in general terms the contract main points were:

* My parents will pay my college expenses until I turn twenty-five years.

* With money earned with my own work without external help until the end of the contract I must pay all others expenses like housing, food, clothing, entertainment and more.

* My parents will choose my classes and I can select my schedule.

* I must assist to classes and approve those classes within the top 15 scores.

The major part of the contract were terms which explain the penalties that I will receive if I break certain clauses, the worst penalty was to give up my average dreams and be part of a political marriage, the less severe penalty was to return to living under my parents commands for 3 months.

I signed the contract, in 2 months I was living in a small apartment, studying four days with alternative part time works and working three full days a week. I was happy and thanks to the feeling of freedom I was seeing the world in colours for first time since grandpa departed.

Well, that is a condensed version of how I end up here but my story would be very short if that was all, not, my story has a event that changed everything and is about to happen.

I was walking and thinking about my life when I saw it, at first I thought

* A movie? ........ No that's not….*

My eyes could not break away of the screen

* Warriors, Swords, Mages, Magic, Blacksmiths, Hammers, Performers, Songs, and 99% realism *

After that moment I was hooked, I searched all info that I could about the game, Royal Road; in my search I found a video of young man beating a straw dummy for hours.

After 3 months of working and saving, and 1 month more of waiting, the capsule has finally arrived without thinking I enter in it.

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