Volume One Arc 01 Terrarium Chapter 001: Entering The New World
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In a dimly lit room, where the only source of light within that said bedroom of his was steadily coming off from the monitor of his old laptop. The 19 years old NEET Allen Walter then sighs in disappointment.
He then thought of something to himself, 'There is really nothing new and quite interesting to read.' Out of boredom, the nineteen-year-old years old NEET Allen Walter then continues to scroll down the latest updates webpage of Royal-Road-Legends.
His long unkempt hair, dark murky brownish, that has not been properly washed for days and is thereby filled with so much dirt and grime that it constantly itches. He has not cut his hair for months, or even possibly years, ever since the start of the covid-19 pandemic and lockdown. He has not left the comforts of his own bedroom since.
Occasionally, heading downstairs to the kitchen to get his breakfast meal and then steadily bringing it back to his own bedroom. And in the afternoon, he would then have his lunch with his parents and younger brother within the living room. And later in the evening, if he were to ever get hungry. He would just then get out what his mother had made earlier today for lunch as dinner, but if there really is nothing left to eat. He would just have instant cup noodles or ramen instead.
Another time that he would need to leave the comforts of his own bedroom is when he needs to use the bathroom to take a shit within the toilet, brush his own teeths, or a shower if he ever really plans out to have one.
Now currently, at this current moment in time, the nineteen-year-old years old NEET Allen Walter then lay motionlessly in bed. With his desktop laptop computer placed on top of a bedside computer desk. His deadpan like zombie fish eyes then glues hopelessly to old laptop monitor screen.
With a look of disinterest, the seventeen-year-old Allen Walter then onced again began to resume his ongoing fight with his long time mortal enemy. His boredom...
Tap! Tap! Click! Swoosh...
The sounds of Allen Walter steadily tapping the laptop keyboard with his index finger, before switching to the computer mouse and clicking, dragging the computer mouse to a desired location. With very quick and steadfast movements, in-perceivable to the naked eye, due to how fast his hands are manoeuvring across the keyboard and mouse that it simply looks like a momentarily visual blur in real life, or numerous afterimages that have yet to caught up to the real thing.
Allen Walter then scroll down the list of updated web novels upon the Royal-Road-Legends website, whilst looking for any named titled fiction or the covers of Royal-Road-Legends fiction that has managed to caught his eye and particular interest.
For months now or even up to a year or two, ever since the coronavirus pandemic had begun, the nineteen-year-old Allen Walter has not yet stepped a single foot outside of his family rent house. His only source of entertainment and joy withinside his life is surfing the so-called Internet, with his trusted friend and long time constant companion. His old 2013 Lenovo RV 320 laptop.
Time would literally fly by as he then began to slowly recall the happy joyful moments withinside his life, when the Internet was just starting out. It didn't immediately boomed but rather gradually grew itself into popularity and stardom, as the technology, software, and the hardware withinside computer machinery gradually improves in due time.
'I can still remember the good old times when console gaming like the old original PlayStation and XBox was a thing, without the Internet. Before it gradually begun to be overshadowed by the Internet with its free flash games...' Allen Walter thought so to himself, as he then starts to reminiscent about the good old past.
With the introduction of the Internet, there is a wide range of options to steadily keep yourself entertained, whilst wasting away your free time that you could literally very well spend upon being very productive and steadily improves oneself; activities like gaming, reading, watching Youtube videos & shorts, movies, Netflix series, etc.
With his attention peaked. The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walker would spend literal hours, from morning to dark, day to night, surfing upon the internet ever since the moment that he woke up within the morning.
His day to day activities consists of mostly waking up, playing some video games, mostly Minecraft and anime mobile gacha games, and watching YouTube videos & shorts. Reading manga/manhua/manhwa whenever got bored of simply reading just light novels and other fictions.
But it's only until just recently up till now that his sense of joy and excitement then began to hit rock bottom, as too much indulgence into your own favourite pleasurable activities can certainly lead to burnouts, where such activities that you usually found fun and entertaining are now boring and repetitive. Too tedious and lack lustre of a task.
It has not been that long ago, since he then felt a encroaching sense of darkness slowly approaching closer and tying a loose rope or an iron collar thereby connecting to his fragile sense of self-esteem and partial ego. After many months or even year's of self isolation, the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter has started to developed a reclusive personality and depression
"I'm bored!" The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walker then cried out, but there was no response, only disappointment, like he expected.
The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walker then yawns, squinting his tired whilst strained eyes, and stretching his stiff arms and shoulders over his own head, whilst leaning back against his own pc gaming chair.
The nineteen-years-old Allen Walter twisted his stiff neck for a bit, before turning his head sideways to look at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table that is adjacent from him.
The neon green digit numbers displayed 03:34 AM upon the digital alarm clock, clearly showing that it was now currently Three Thirty-Seven in the morning.
'Three Thirty-Seven, huh. So it's already morning, already. {Yawn(sfx)}' The nineteen-years-old Allen Walter thought so to himself, as he didn't noticed that permanent dark rings have started to form around the youth's pair of eyes due to his constant habit of always staying up till late at night.
The nineteen-years-old youth's overall complexion does not seemed to be really that good, being too skinny and bones, due to the lack of nutrition and sunlight, but overall it does not really impact that much upon his unhealthy day to day lifestyle, but make it slightly a bit difficult to climb and walk down the stairs.
Currently, the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter steadily wore a pair of old t-shirt and shorts, with the ink image imprint upon the old t-shirt having already lost it's own colour and its original image due to the many years of hard washed that it apparently stripped the natural ink imprint off the surface of the t-shirt.
Ding!
The sounds of a unknown popup ad having suddenly appeared upon Allen Walker's old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop monitor screen, which somehow manages to capture his attention.
Are you bored with your current life? Do you seek some kind of joy and entertainment to steadily alleviate the boredom withinside your life? If yes please respond...
The first thought that crossed Allen Walter's mind was, 'A popup ad'.
The popup ad had suddenly appeared upon Allen Walter's old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop monitor screen, and it steadily covers more than a third of the his laptop monitor screen. And immediately withinside his field of vision, there is no visual close down or exit [x] button to be within sight of the blue rectangular popup ad.
"There is no close down button." The nineteen-years-old Allen Water then voices out his sense of disatisfaction. 'So how am I supposed to get rid of the popup ad?' He thought.
The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter couldn't close down the popup ad that appeared upon his old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop monitor screen, but suddenly he had new idea. 'Should I just press F5 upon my laptop keypad to just refresh the page? Will that really get rid of the popup ad, or has my own laptop already contacted a computer virus.'
Before the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter could have the chance to reach out and then press the [F5] button upon his laptop keyboard to refresh the web page, the popup ad then immediately changes, replaced with another popup ad screen.
Do you wished to start a new life in Another World? It's your own choice to make... Do you wish to proceed with the procedure?
Accept Refuse
The content written withinside the popup ad screen has finally caught the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter's interest.
Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.
'Another world! Does it really mean being Isekaied to another world?' He thought so to himself, with a visible look of interest.
Allen Walter is an avid fan of anime and manga, with the isekai and reincarnation genre being amongst the most popular and favourite trope of his; where the protagonist dies upon Earth and is thereby sent to live life in another world by a god or foreign entity.
"Hmmm..." The ninteen-years old Neet Allen Walter then made some slight noise and sound with his mouth. 'Is this some kind of a advertisement for a JRPG game or an anime webnovel? Quite an odd way to advertise it.' He thought.
The idea of an anime game where the main protagonist is isekaied to another world really did catch the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walker's interest.
In the back of the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter's sleep and deprived mind, he really did thought that it might actually happen. 'If I really did pressed the accept button option upon this popup ad, then maybe I could possibly be transmigtated to another world like all of the so-called anime and isekai novels that I've read.'
The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter really did grew all the more delusional upon wanting to escape to another world, a well more dream like fantasy land full of dungeons and monsters, like he typically see withinside favourite anime, manga, and novels, but the more functional and logical side of his brain couldn't really accept that. It's simply not realistic.
"Who am I kidding?" The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter then asked himself a rhetorical question, whilst looking at the mental projection of what he currently looks like reflected upon his old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop monitor screen.
He then thought of something, 'Being isekai to another world is a whole lot better than living this sort of life. I'm just a good for nothing Neet living off the backbone of his parent's earnings...'
The nineteen-years-old Allen Walter's lips then quivers for a bit, before he broke down into a hysterical laughter, whilst laughing at his pathetic self. "Haha... hahaha!"
The sound of his hysterical laugh then began to filled every nook and cranny of this room, thereby breaking the natural silence of the night. And some time has passed, his hysterical laughter then began to quiet down, as it soon subsides due to his throat starting to hurt because of all that said forceful laughter, only to be immediately replaced with a sad and a bit depressed silence.
His own depression then began to resurface onced again, as he then thought something to himself. 'Who am I kidding myself? Being transferred to another world is more like a dream. It is simply not realistic.'
He then said something out of frustration, whilst venting out his anger directed at nobody but himself. "I am already nearly twenty years old, and I've done nothing worth noticeable with my life. I've got no money, no job, anything that I've legitimately got right now is thereby payed for by my parents. It's not my hard earned money but theirs..." His tone of voice grew all the more angrier as the more he speaks.
He then continues upon his senseless ramblings. "I've only been leeching off from the cares and welfares of my biological parents. Whilst, all of my high school friends that I've known since long ago have already moved on with their lives. Some got jobs. Whilst, others are working their ass off to get a degree or diploma from uni in order to get the dream job that they want. Whilst, I have nothing."
The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter's self esteem then began to hit rock bottom, as the anchor threshold then couldn't get lower. He then began to compare himself to a high school friend of his, the individual that is named Anik. One that is a high achieving A Grade & A* student.
Whilst, Allen Walter maybe be an above average ordinary grade house plant, then his high achieving friend that is named Anik will be a tall outside growing willow tree. The difference between the two is obviously like the sky and the earth, too far apart to even need an actual reason to make a comparison.
'And I've even heard that Anik got himself into medical school after he graduated college and uni in order to study medicine and then become a doctor.' He thought.
The nineteen-years old Neet Allen Walter then grew tired after all of that said useless rambling, and then heaved a long sighs of relief after having gotten rid of all of that said pent up frustration and bubbled up emotions that he has been piling for quite some time.
It didn't immediately become apparent, but after he has somewhat cooled down his head significantly. The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter could faintly felt the bumping sensation of his heart beating rather rapidly.
Badumpt! Badumpt!..
The sounds of the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walker's heart beat, palpitating withinside his own chest. Even though, he could not immediately see his own face right now, as there is no visible mirror like reflection surface withinside his own bedroom, but the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter could obviously tell that his face and cheek were beating red.
Not out of anger, frustration, or stress but rather embarrassment for one's sense of self. As his ears are steadily turning bright red, and is strongly emitting radiating waves of heat, at this very moment, the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter then felt embarrassed at himself.
And it took quite some time for the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter to completely cool off and down his head, but his sense of self loathing and depression has yet to dissappear, but it has some what subsided. So he could now think clearly to himself and make for some reasonable decisions.
'Now that was a roller coaster of emotions. was I always this emotional, or was it the many months that I've spent in self-isolation for all of this time by myself had instead caused me to become this emotionally unstable.' The nineteen-years old Neet Allen Walter thought so to himself, feeling slightly somewhat puzzled and depressed.
He then slowly raises his head upwards from looking at the bedroom floor, and his pair od eyes then immediately locked on the blue rectangular popup ad that is still on his old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop computer monitor.
'That popup ad is still there.' He thought to himself.
The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter thought of something to himself, 'It won't hurt to just try. If it really turns out to be a computer virus, then the anti-virus AVG software that I've downloaded upon my personal laptop computer will surely detect it and then detain it withinside in the AVG virus box. Even if the old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop computer did really become corrupted. It's not like it holds any sort of really important privatised information like bank details, IDs, passports, etc. Something that I should really be worried about..'
'Hmmm... It's just memories. Fun memories of a distant time.' The nineteen-years old Neet Allen Walter thought so to himself, as he then started to reminiscent of the good old times spend playing upon the old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop, before he then moved the computer mouse cursor with the old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop touch pad over towards the accept button of the popup ad.
Click!
The sound of the nineteen-years old Neet Allen Walter lightly pressing upon the left clicking buttom of the old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 mouse touch pad.
A milisecond later, the hovering computer mouse cursor then immediately clicks upon the accept button of the popup ad.
You have accepted the offer that was granted by Gaia, the World Administrator of Primus Terrarium! Now beginning the procedure of turning the user into a Registered Player of the System!
Name: Registered!
Age: Successfully Recorded!
Date of birth: Successfully Recorded!
Place of Birth: Successfully Recorded!
Gender: Sucessfully Recorded!
Race: Sucessfully Recorded!...
The World System has successfully recorded all existing data of the individual that is named Allen Walter!
Congratulations, Allen Walter! You have successfully become a Registered Player of the World System!
Due to an unexpected random chance of Luck, you have successfully met the basic key requirements in order to become a [Dungeon Master]! The World System has thereby made some changes to your own body! Your designated race has been forcefully changed from {Human (Homosapien)} to {Human (Dungeon Lord ~ Origin)} by the World System! Your primary class and profession has forcefully been changed from (Classless) to (Dungeon Master) by the World System! [Good Luck! Surviving in the World of Primus Terrarium! 👍] message written by Gaia, the World Administrator of Primus Terrarium
The moment that the old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop computer mouse cursor finished clicking upon the accept button of the popup ad, the onced ordinary plain blue rectangular shaped popup ad screen that took roughly a third of the laptop monitor screen then began to take up the whole page.
It's like watching a coded computer program being executed in its sequenced, as lines of text and unknown information then began to appear upon the nineteen-years-old Allen Walter's old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop monitor screen.
"Huh." The nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter didn't really have that much time to react, as he just made a slight bit of noise, before he was suddenly assaulted by an intensely bright light.
The intensely bright light beam then immediately shot out from his old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop monitor screen, like a laser, it immediately vaporises him down to mere particles of light. Although, the duration of the white beam steadily disintegration his actual physical body down to mere particles of white light were quite short, it's nevertheless, is a very painful experience to be experiencing.
The pain was quite intense. Highly concentrated even, even if it only lasted for a couple of milliseconds or two. To the nineteen-years-old Allen Walter. It definitely felt way longer than that, as his sense of perception over time is momentarily heightened or distorted by the intensely bright white light steadily coming off from old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop.
The painful experience of being struct by the white laser beam steadily coming off from his old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop monitor screen, it's akin to thousands of trillions of micro needles, that are so small that they are quite invisible to the naked eye, and are stabbing into every corner and fibre of his very being.
Not before long, when his body was being quickly disintegrated by the intensely white beam of light, and all that was left was a faint silhouette and image of the nineteen-years-old Neet Allen Walter made of white particles of light.
The nineteen-years old Neet Allen Walter's lips then moved by itself, on its own, as a few words then lightly escapes from his mouth, "I'm free," before his silhouette that is made of white particle of light then completely collapses upon itself and then vanishes.
Allen Walter's bedroom is momentarily lit up by the intensely bright light that is released off from his old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop monitor screen, lasting for a couple of seconds, before quickly subsiding and everything eventually returns back to normal like the way it onced was.
Apart from the seamless disappearance of the nineteen-years-old NEET Allen Walter, who seems to have vanished out of thin air, like he was abducted by some aliens or something. Gone without a trace, whilst leaving nothing else behind except for the dimly lit old 2011 Lenovo RV 320 laptop computer monitor screen of his.