"Lukas, are you awake?" The following day, Lukas's mother knocked on the door of his room and then entered. She opened the curtains to let the sunlight in and removed his blanket.

Lukas slowly opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He rubbed his tired eyes.

The previous night, he could hardly sleep because of what had happened. He spent almost the entire night analyzing his system and thinking about how to use it best.

"What's wrong? Were you on the computer all night again? You should get ready and go to your course," his mother said impatiently.

"Yes, I'm going."

His mother left his room, and Lukas wore appropriate clothing before going downstairs for breakfast. His father and sister were sitting at the table.

"Good morning." Lukas sat down and poured coffee into a cup.

"Good morning. You look tired," his younger sister, Carla, said. She was still in elementary school but was very mature for her age.

"Yes, I didn't sleep well last night. And aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"The classes will start later today. There was an attack near the school, and it's a mess over there."

"Wouldn't it be better if they just canceled the classes?"

"You know very well that they don't care about that. Classes will resume immediately after the players get rid of the monsters. Besides, missing a day of school would be bad. We're close to the exam period."

"I don't understand how you enjoy studying and going to school. I can't stand going to that stupid course every day."

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Upon hearing Lukas's words, his father stared at him, showing discontent. Realizing his father was irritated, Lukas smiled and tried to change the subject. "Carla, do you know any players?"

"A player? I talked to one before; he's the brother of one of my classmates. He's not very strong."

"I see. I wanted to become a player." Lukas blurted out without thinking. Carla furrowed her brow and bit into her toast, and Lukas's father slammed his hand on the table in annoyance.

"Could you two just eat in silence?" His gaze was fixed on Lukas, and it was clear that he didn't like what Lukas had said.

'It's probably because of my uncle.' Lukas's uncle was his father's younger brother, who died inside a dungeon. Lukas knew how much his father loved his brother, so it is evident that he didn't want his son to become a player.

He knew how dangerous it was.

'But I'm sorry, Dad. I've already become a player and will seize this opportunity.'

After grabbing his backpack and leaving home, Lukas took a notebook with some notes and headed in the opposite direction of where he attended his course. He was heading towards the [Player Association]

Before being able to enter a dungeon or a restricted area, you had to register as a player, and it was quite a simple process. Each country had its association and rules.

The association has buildings scattered across various country regions, but the main association was always in the capital. Since Lukas lived in the capital, Washington, he went to the main association.

As he approached the nearly 30-story building, he was given strange looks by several people around him. Most wore simple and worn-out armor, indicating that they were novice players.

Lukas entered the building without caring about the stares.

There were two lines, one for players to sell their "Drops" and another for registration. The registration line was shorter. Lukas noticed that most people in the player registration line were young.

Young people around his age.

There were a few older men, but they were the minority.

'Most of them seem weak. None of them show any signs of having trained. But what matters is their [Class], so I shouldn't underestimate them.'

Lukas stood in line for less than three minutes when a new person joined. The man approached from behind and placed his hand on Lukas's shoulder, who turned to face him. "Can I help you?" Lukas said with a scowl.

"Is this the registration line?" The man had an unpleasant appearance. He had hair dyed pink and a face with an ugly expression as if telling Lukas to get out of his way. Moreover, he had a sword on his back.

It was a brand new sword, unused.

But Lukas continued in front of the man.

"Yes, this is the line."

"I see. How about letting me go ahead of you? I'm in a bit of a hurry, you know." The man pointed outside the building where a girl who looked like a prostitute was waiting for him.

"Sorry, but I'm not going to move. You'll have to wait a few minutes; there's no need to rush." A person finished being attended to, and Lukas stepped forward. Each person took an average of 8 minutes to be attended to.

Lukas had been in the line for less than 10 minutes.

There were still about 15 people in front of him.

"Come on. It won't cost you anything. You look like a student with nothing to do today, but I have a lot of things to do." The man squeezed Lukas's shoulder tightly.

Seeing that the man wouldn't leave him alone, a flame ignited in Lukas's eyes.

He then opened the system and started recording. On his system screen, the man's ugly face was being shown.