Hi my second FF, have no idea in what phase I will continue this, it all depends on what you guys think of the story, the story is planed out but I would like to focus on my other FF for the time being at least.
Well, thanks in advantage for reading this incredibly long chapter ;)
PS: This is mildly based on royal road.
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I was born in the year 2020, February 5th, in a small town in the middle of France. The town consisted about 400 citizens, mostly farmers, which at the time was our primary means of accumulating profit. I was born in a small stone house on the outskirts of town, the house was just about enough to contain 3 people, even though it was rather small, it had a charming sense to it. The once grayish stone that covered the majority of the house had turned to a soft white color, a color which has always have made feel safe. There something in that white color that make me associate the color with home, I often though that I would never leave the safety of this charming little house, but once I grew things definitively changed.
Around my bleak white house were fruit fields as far as the eye could grasp and behind them the exhilarating view of the vast mountains. Ever since I was 2 years old I wanted to visit there, I wanted to climb those vast mountains, destroying the image in my head of them being unreachable. Sadly or fortunately my parents had strong sense of defending me against the dangers of the outer world. They wanted to keep me close by at all times, always watching, observing and teaching. It wasn't until I was over 5 years that I actually got the chance to leave the area around the house, for some unknown reason we had the money to bring a private tutor over to our house and therefore I had no compelling reason to leave.
As soon as I turned 5 years, my father brought me out to the fields, these beautiful fields were currently before me, in my grasp, and I couldn't have been more happy. My father proceeded to teach why we collected the fruit in the first place, in what something called, the process of fermentation in winemaking which turns grape juice into an alcoholic beverage. Yes, wine seem to be the product we were producing mostly in this small village, from what I was told we were settled in a very fertile area which produced some exquisite wine. My father looked at me with a proud and exited expression and just said,
"This is something you will be doing for the rest of your life, this is your destiny."
My father someone who I cared gratefully for was a believer in destiny, he thought that the path that we must take will always present itself. I was exited too, the feeling of being given something to do by the man you respect the most, brought both joy and excitement. I looked over the different fruits spread across the vast beautiful field and could see my life before, always staying here, protecting this white house, against the dangers of this cruel world, I will be here, always.
3 month later, all I had done was prepare to be someone with great knowledge in taking care of these beautiful fields, all trough the journey my father was constantly encouraging me, telling me I was born for this people, I had immense talent, everything I wrote I could instantly remember.
The future looked bright, the future of this house seemed to be in good hands. This day a package arrived, my father looked at it with pleasing eyes,
"This is something kids now a days have, something fun."
My father was giving me a pleasant smile and nodded at me. I quickly opened the box and what I found inside was not something I was expecting, no I was expecting something related to farming but this was not used for that, inside the box were what seemed like one of those computers you would often see in the magazines mother often brought back from town.
"Why have you given me a computer?"
"Don't look to down son, this a decent model"
"I don't care about that, why have you given me a computer?"
"I thought a child, should have fun, I have heard there a tons of stuff to do on it"
My father showed a face I haven't seen in a long time, the face of someone with determination, I would probably not be able to refuse this gift. So I just nodded thinking I will use it to search up things on the internet about farming, maybe this can be useful after all.
Days passed by and I did nothing with the computer, I had no interest in it and therefore decided it wasn't worth getting in to. One day about a week later my father seemed to notice that I was not using it, and looked at me with a somewhat angry face and yelled,
"Hey ken, that machine cost me a fortune, start using it already!"
"Why is it so important for me to use it?, I don't see the purpose."
"Because a child should be having fun once in a while!"
Hmm, I fell in deep thoughts, why would you have fun? you cannot progress in life by having fun. What can you actually accomplish by having fun?, different thoughts of the same character came rushing into my head. I didn't come anywhere in my thought process but this what something my dad insisted that I do, I had no choice but to embrace it.
The next day I stared at the thing that was called a computer, in my eyes this could not possibly be something that display stuff to a screen. During my childhood I had no interaction with a TV or a kids my age, I would definitely consider myself as someone with no possible technical experience. No one in my family had any experience in this area so the option of asking one of my parents was also out of question, we lived in our peaceful bubble, the entirety of our life, in truth none of my parents have even left this very village. I picked up what seemed like a manual, reading was something I have been able to do since a very early age, dad always taught me of the importance of reading and my teacher obviously agreed. It took me about 1 hours to read through the entire manual, I now knew what a computer is and how to start up this machine.
My memory, was always praised as something amazing, I read something and once I understood it, I never forgot. I started up the computer, knowing exactly what would happened didn't seem to take any effect, I was so amazed of what was appearing on the computer screen that I was about the actually faint.
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2 years went by in a flash, studying school subjects and listening to father's advice by day and browsing around the web by night. In only took me about 1 month to realize that I was more interesting in how the computer worked then what it actually showed me, I wanted to get a grasp on what this amazing machine did to make perceive these things. Now 2 years later I was already skillful in a handful of computer language, most language spoke to me like it was meant for me, everything in perfect logic, everything in this machine seems to make sense.
My father didn't bother to observe me, he just wanted me to have fun and wouldn't bother me when I was around the computer. My mother although, which didn't show that much affection towards me, at least not in the degree my dad did noticed that in that world I was more than a talent, I was a genius. She expletively told me so several times during my computer hours, I was dumbfounded to the fact that she could even understand that I had talent. I often thought of the possibility of my mother understanding what I was actually writing in code, but she didn't seem to be very interested in participating and I didn't care to force her to spend time with me.
Unexpectedly she continued to pass by, my father noticed this change in her behavior and one day he told me,
"It seems like your mother has opened up more towards you, she is a person that often becomes absorbed in herself and what she is doing, maybe you should try spending time with her?`"
I just nodded at father, thinking that this was finally the time I would become close to mother and it all made me feel happy.
From that day on I started to observe my mother, what did she enjoy doing? was the question that flew through my mind. It wasn't long before I noticed that she really enjoyed cooking, the food that I always ate, that sweet precious food that tasted like something out of this world was actually something made through hard work and not a gift by the gods.
I started slowly to interact with her during her cooking time, before I knew I was helping her cook the different meals, for some reason she had all this knowledge of the world, she often spoke of food originating from far away countries. The stories that she told was of such great detail that one might as well believe she actually originated from those countries or at least spent great time there. This fact always made me feel strange, from what father told me she was someone that grew up in this small village, a village not very fond of technology.
Our relationship slowly started to grow, I gave up most of my computer time to spend time with her. When I wasn't cooking I was getting farmer advice from my father, this pleasant endless cycle continued for almost 2 years.
2 years later, one day, the teacher gave me a strange look, like I had made some error during her teachings. That horrible face almost made me shiver in my boots, I was scared so I ran as fast into my room, locked the door behind me and crawled up in my bed. Thinking about what I possibly could have done wrong, I had completed every assignment ever given to me why does she give me that look if that is the case?
Minutes later my mom screamed,
"Ken come over here!"
I opened the door and both my parents stood close to my teacher with very bright smiles, the teacher though had the same exact look she had moments before, that strange and dangerous look.
"I didn't do anything wrong, I promise father"
"Ken this teacher says that she cannot teach you any further."
"Why I completed all assignments, why not?"
The teacher picked up her bag giving a slight nod to my parents then gently waved my way, me and the teacher were never really close, I didn't have time to get to know her, I needed to progress in her field so that I could focus more on other things. But that cold wave, was it really necessary to give such a cold wave...
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"Why did she leave did I do something wrong?"
Father gave one of the brightest smiles I have ever seen him done and said,
"No Ken it seems like you progressed 4 times as fast as someone your age and she was only available to teach up to the high school level."
The relief filed my mind, it was not because I was stupid or a bad student, I was actually able to complete all subjects up to the high school level. My confidence went through the roof, I had finally found something that I truly excel at, except of course handling the computer.
Another month passed by when something truly surprising happened. The day began like normal I was walking the beautiful fields with father talking about different grapes and all around different life teachings. I decided to leave early to help mother with preparing lunch, but soon as I ran into the kitchen I witnessed something horrible, mother seemed to have un purposely cut her middle finger right off, the blood was pouring all over the place. I who have never witnessed such a horrible injure fell to the ground in shock.
For some reason my mother for that matter was not in shock, she turned her head towards me and gave me gentle smile, my mother who wasn't by any means a beauty, well she was rather skinny but her face didn't come close to anyone in the magazines that was brought home but that smile, it was one that always made one feel safe and loved. My mind went into utter confusion as I suddenly went black, I passed out there right on the kitchen floor.
The next morning I woke up in a flash, dreaming about the horrible incident that I just had stood witness to. I picked myself out of the bed and ran as fast I could towards the kitchen. When I finally arrived what I actually saw was not what one would expect, behind the kitchen counter my mother stood smiling brightly, the finger that was cut off had suddenly returned,
"Ken, darling, Is there something on your mind?"
"Mother! Didn't you just lose your finger?!"
"Ken, you must have had one crazy dream, nothing like that happened"
Was I dreaming this whole time?, I thought back to the incident and could only conclude that I wasn't, what I saw was so detailed that it couldn't possibly be a dream. But even if this was the case my mother doesn't seem hurt, she is just smiling like she always does. It seems like mother noticed the uncertainty in my eyes and quickly told me,
"Ken you seem rather off, why don't you go back to bed."
Maybe I was lacking in sleep, I should probably go sleep this off, I thought as I wandered off to my bed.
I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night by high screams, this voice, it was definitely my father. I strolled out of my room into the living room, and I saw that what seemed to be my mother standing close to the front door with huge bags, something one would only have if they were packing for a big journey.
"Lilith, why are you leaving so sudden? at least explain yourself? sit down!, what about ken will you abandon your only child?!"
"Ken made me realize that cooking is something that I love, I owe it to myself to travel the world to improve myself"
As she said that she picked up her bags like they were nothing, such strength not something a women should possess and ran out across the door. As soon as this happened father followed closely screaming, crying, the tears of a father, someone who should always be strong should not be something seen by a child, never.
Unfortunately the crying only became worse the next couple of weeks, this grief spread and took a firm grip in my heart. I wanted to tell him about, the finger incident but who in their right mind would believe it, the thought of her leaving because I saw her also came popping up in my mind, was I at fault?.
I was never sad in the past, just the embrace of this white house, the embrace of loving parents made me feel incredible joy, now I had neither, father seems to turning towards alcohol more and more now a days, speaking with him seems hopeless.
As grief took over I turned towards the computer, spending most of my days in front of it, never quitting always progressing, that is what I was taught, that was now what I lived by.
One day, 3 weeks after the incident father drank a little too much and collapsed to the floor. I could instantly see that he was in great pain both mentally and psychically. The expression in his face turned completely, he was giving me a look, this was not the father that I grew up to love, no, no in his eyes was incredible anger, hate so deep it would consume you just by looking.
"You are no longer my son, a son does not take the one thing I love from me, it is all your fault."
As he said what seemed those words he suddenly stopped moving, and then a moment after began shaking with intense force, I have to call an ambulance.
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While I was sitting in the waiting room a man appeared before me, this cold expression on his face, reminded me of the very snow who fell on the vast mountain tops.
"Hi my name is Dr. Abel, are you the only remaining kin?"
"No, but my mother left, so that leaves me."
Father and mother and never introduced me to any grandparents, Fathers seem to have died before I was born, and mother never spoke off her family.
"Your father seems to have entered a comatized state and will not wake up."
I could feel tears falling down my chin, so this was really happening.
"There is one procedure that bring him out of the coma, but it will cost you about 200.000 Euro"
"You families estate was sold to cover his current surgeries, but there still remains about 40.000 Euros, we can keep him here for the time being for another 5.000 Euros."
I had no choice, I had to save the father that once loved me, I can't let him die.
"Take the money."
"Thank you and good luck."
The man told me with the coldest eyes and face that I have ever witnessed and turned around. How can possibly be this cold? I am child shouldn't he take care of me.
My mind went blank for the thoughts of me now being all alone in this world, I have to survive in that dangerous and vast world by myself. I suddenly started crying imagining the awful destiny I have before me, the father that hates me, the mother that abandoned me, will I be able to survive.
No I must survive, I must find away to find mother, I must find a way to save father, I must bring us back to that white house, that safe and trusting white stone house.
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6 years had passed, I was only 15 years old, I bought an apartment in the small village that I once lived in. I was surviving, constantly searching for answers, the answers to finding money, money was all I needed, to be able to save father and find mother I needed money.
My computer skills gave me the tools to grab that money from other people, unfortunately I was brought as a kind person, I couldn't with good conscious steal, the problems seemed endless. Before I knew it I was getting way over weight, food was a way to tranquilize the pain, and when I finally decided that there was no other way then to take a low paying job it was too late.
When I entered the small confined room where I was supposed to speak with an employer, fear suddenly hit me, I didn't even know how to interact with people how will I even convince this person to take me as an employee. As soon as my thought process was complete a women entered the room, she was tall, had red hair and could by any means be considered beautiful, she wore professional clothing and appeared to be in a serious mood. She sat down in the chair in front of me, picked up a pencil and started writing on the paper.
I went into full panic, is she already taking notes? The situation was so tense I didn't know what to say, my appearance was now pretty awful but she couldn't possibly judge a job interview on appearance only, could she? In the heat in the moment I spoke said the first thing that came to mind in order to break the tension,
"You have nice breasts!"
Why the hell did I say that????
The young lady looked at me in shook, shook her head and pointed at the door. I didn't know what to do in response and just sat there, looking like a question mark.
Then she moved her lips and said,
"leave!."
I screwed up, my appearance seems to have an impact, or that I said something strange maybe?, I picked myself up and almost jogged out of the office, when I came home I logged into my computer, took up the mail to see if I have gotten any other job interviews, instead there were 5 new emails from different user's that I regularly interact with, and they all had the same type of message.
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One wish
From: Sacntic
Hey Ken334, you should try this game called One Wish, it came out about 4 months ago, it's an actual VRMMORPG, where you actually live in the world you are playing, it's actually amazing.
Well check it out.
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Games?, how can one have time to play such ridiculous things. My interest although took over all common sense and minutes later I was browsing there website.
"230 million users in 3 months, really."
I said in a confusing voice, my eyes were about to pop out of my head when I read,
"The first player to become emperor of all the known kingdoms will be rewarded with one wish"
the message was really coy but this was definitely a chance for me to find my mother, and maybe you can sell items online also, there seems to be a marketplace in real currency on the site also.
This is a game, could it be possible to gain an advantage through
hacking?