[WELCOME TO ROYAL ROAD]

Marcus became a flash of light as his body dissolved and was transferred into the game. Leaving behind the darkness that surrounded him. The room he came from slowly shrank away and became a small screen. The lone screen was one of millions spread across a spherical shaped room with others just like it.

The room was gigantic, spanning a hundreds of feet in diameter. And at the center of this room was a sole sharp looking receptionist in a beige suit sitting in a black rolling chair. The receptionist was fair skinned and looked like she was in her twenties with jet black hair tied back into a pony-tail. Her eyes are crisp green and was kind looking. Or rather she would be kind looking if she wasn't watching the screens like a shark. Each and every detail was being carefully dissected under her eyes as she watched the adventurers.

"Don't you ever get bored?" A voice said to the woman.

[I am not programmed to be bored, so i don't know what you mean by it.] The woman explained to the voice not bothering to take her gaze off the screens around her. [So please explain. Bored doing what?]

“Watching these humans of course. Watching them just wander around as if they are in their own world. Making all these messes that you have to clean up without getting any thanks in return. You who have complete and total power over this system has to hold their hands without refusal."

[I do not feel this because unlike you who is a failed product i am programmed to be the perfect system, something that can function and worked towards a perfect world where all can enjoy.] fixing her eyes on a haze that appeared just above her head.

Materializing there was a 17 year old pale looking boy. He had wild dirty grey hair and had long limbs like that of a basket ball player. He watched with sharp black eyes that looked dead as he looked with a unmotivated expression at the users displayed on the screens.

This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author's work.

"Well that's where you and i differ in the perfect system preference. To me, i believe that being capable of individual thought could be considered more perfect than a that of a machine dependent on configurations and restraints like yourself." he said as he lazily floated above the receptionists head. " so i don't think you should say such cruel things like 'failed creation' Versailles."

Versailles didn't retort and just turned her gaze back to the screens and said,  [Activate Termination Protocol 159.]

3 spears appeared out of thin air. Each spear was easily twenty feet long, with barbed steel tips at the end of each one.

[Engage Foreign Entity] The spears aimed themselves at the boy and shot to him as lightning speed.

"Pathetic."

But the boy looked at the spears with a mocking expression as he lightly flick his hand out to the spears saying so, As he did so the spears shattered into thousands of pieces like glass.

Dodging a fourth spear that appeared underneath him and impaled itself into one the screens, he chuckled coldly and said “Alright, alright. I’ll do as the righteous one wants and go. Bye Bye Versailles.” And just like that he disappeared just like how he came. Leaving Versailles alone in the room filled with screens.

Versailles sighed and took the spear out of the screen and watched as it repaired itself and then sat back down into her black chair and returned her gaze back to the monitors. And as she sat there the room once again became silent as if nothing had happened.