[CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE PASSED THE TRIAL.]
[Evaluating.....]
[Clear Grade: S]
[Choose Your Class Type]
[1. Leader Type]
[2. Management Type]
[3. Creator Type]
[4. Tactician Type]
Seeing all these messages, Ryan released a sigh of relief.
"What the heck have I been doing in there..."
Trials were a shit-game that nobody could be confident about, as you cannot prepare for it.
Nobody knows what the trial contents are.
Everybody who undergoes these trials has their memories deleted.
'Fuck bio-chip, fuck J-VIS, fuck them all.'
[.....]
'Sorry. You know my bad habits. Anyway, let's see what I got.'
'Fukin' Creator type class! Hell yeah!! I'm rich, baby!'
Ryan was shaking, if that was even possible in this virtual expanse of nothing. It was like he was standing in space with stars as distant lights.
'I can earn some pretty good bucks... I can fund my project on my own... Fuck those sponsors and shit... thinking they are better cause they are rich and older than me. I will prove them wrong. Wait, wait, STOP!... Haa....Haa..... I went into that rabbit hole again.'
After taking some deep breaths and rehearsing the mantras of a stoic mindset, Ryan finally composed himself. But he was startled by the sudden ringing next to him.
[Mr. Bombastik is calling.......]
Seeing the name, a small smile played upon Ryan's lips.
'Pick up.'
"Hey, motherfucker, come offline fast! Everyone is waiting."
A male, heavy voice came from the other side of the call.
And the line was cut, without even giving Ryan the chance to speak.
"Haaaaaa.... Youth!"
[..........]
Ryan looked speechlessly at his screen, then waved it into nothingness.
It was time to go offline.
'Log Out'
Everything went dark all of a sudden.
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Ryan felt like he was falling from an unknown height....
'Ah.. that's why people with height phobia were protesting.'
When he felt his body and opened his eyes, it was like waking up from a dream.
Taking a deep breath...
'OPEN'
With a click, the lid opened.
Ryan was bombarded with sudden light, making him squint. As his eyes adjusted to the environment, he sat up from the lying-down position.
After a few moments of reorientation, he stood up and got out of the pod.
His room, or the room he was staying in, was sleek and modern. It had a minimalist look, to say the least. It was bare-bones of what people call a home, giving him ample space to do his things. He made his way out of the room and went down the staircase, where he was met with a big lounge area. There were 5-6 teenagers chattering on couches near a big table.
They didn't notice Ryan's arrival, which irritated him.
"Call me Big Daddy, bitches! This Daddy here is a creator now."
Ryan proclaimed with a foot on the table and his hand pointing to himself, a big, smug grin plastered on his face.
Yet, as the room fell into an awkward silence, Ryan realized that his words hadn't been received as he had anticipated.
Feeling a pang of embarrassment, he looked around. Their laughter erupted like a tidal wave, drowning out any semblance of seriousness. Ryan's face flushed, his smug expression replaced with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
"Did you get the recording, Lisa?"
said a hunk of a figure with an air of authority.
"Yes," giggled a petite blonde and showed the video of Ryan's grandiose declaration.
The laughter intensified, echoing through the lounge as the group found humor in Ryan's overly confident outburst.
"It didn't feel that bad in my head...." muttered Ryan with slumped shoulders.
Everybody laughed once again, which increased his frustration and embarrassment.
"It is a Creator class, THE CREATOR CLASS, motherfuckers!! Show some respect!"
Everybody stopped laughing and looked at each other, then smiled.
Everybody looked at Ryan simultaneously.
"Guys....."
[A message from Brad]
[A message from Lisa]
[A message from Tracy]
[A message from Jinn]
[A message from Garry]
Perplexed, Ryan brought his hand up and looked at his smartwatch and then at his friends' shit-eating grins. He had a bad premonition.
'Open messages'
[From Brad:
Virtual Conquest - Stat Board
Id: Mr.Bombastik
Class-Type: Creator
Level: 0]
[From Lisa:
Virtual Conquest - Stat Board
Id: BlondePixie91
Class-Type: Creator
Level: 0]
[From Tracy:
Virtual Conquest - Stat Board
Id: MysticRaven
Class-Type: Creator
Level: 0]
[From Jinn:
Virtual Conquest - Stat Board
Id: SizzlerRizzler
Class-Type: Creator
Level: 0]
[From Garry:
Virtual Conquest - Stat Board
Id: SirChaosALot
Class-Type: Creator
Level: 0]
"WTF! ALL OF YOU ARE CREATORS!"
Ryan was dumbfounded by the revelation.
Laughter intensified once again, making Ryan grumble.
"I thought it was rare, but how in the fuckin' hell did we all get a creator class?"
Garry questioned, making everyone a little serious.
"In the two years since the release of Virtual Conquest, there have only been 200,000 known Creators, even with the player count in billions. So it is definitely rare," replied Tracy in a soft tone.
"Then, what about us? How did we all get it?" questioned Jinn.
Everyone fell silent at that question, thinking and introspecting.
"Maybe it is related to our research and invention history," speculated Brad.
"We know that classes are given according to the performance in trials," he continued.
"Thanks for the info, Mr. Obvio," Ryan said sarcastically.
"Hey, let him cook first," jabbed Lisa.
"Ahem!" Brad cleared his throat and continued, "Many people speculate that trials are based on the mindset of the person, which is why most people get a class related to their real-life profession, as their profession molds their mindset."
"Then why didn't all researchers, scientists, inventors, artists, etc., get creator classes?" Jinn questioned again.
"Well, most of the creator classes are played by a group of people in the research and inventing profession, as well as artists. So it does play a role. There may be other hidden conditions as well," replied Brad.
"Why the fuck are you analyzing why we got the class? Just start playing first," roared Ryan, making everyone laugh.
"Yeah, let's play," Garry replied, pumping his fist in the air.
"Let's go!"