Miracle Happens

Chapter 36

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Live Videos of the VR simulation world was being broadcasted everywhere within Desolate region.

None was an exception, as each city cheered on their young bloods.

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Within Desolate city.

The yearly edition of VR pods, a model that was worth about 15 million and above, layed randomly within the enclosed field with it's beautiful designs that spotlessly glittered like stars, but that was worth nothing compared to the one layed at the center.

Like a king among his subjects, it's dazzling gold colour, facinating silver colours in between, slick and smooth surface with no stain.

A real definition of wealth.

If you couldn't afford it then never count your self among the rich.

This was an exclusive design personally customized by the VR World it's self.

The group of arrogant youths stood before the large enclosed field taking in the site before them with pride, the slightly taller youth at the fore front who clearly seemed to be their leader, the more Young master aura that sorrounded him defined him from the rest of the common folks.

A. K. A Klain Klyer

The youngest king of Desolate City, known to be the strongest among his peers.

"Let's go" he said in a commanding tone, the youths seemed to be relieved of some kind of pressure, as they followed behind with so sign of arrogance or displeasure.

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Eric took a deep breath , taking in the air of his new environment, that almost had no difference with the real world.

It was all too real, and the most scary shit of this all was the 2 times enhanced pain simulation, so getting hurt or killed here was two times more painful than reality.

There had been extremely rare cases of death due to this in the past recent years.

It didn't take long before the other students started trooping in, appearing out of thin air, many already started throwing him glances of disbelief, not still buying the fact that this was Eric.

"Eh... So you are the boy who went through face surgery, after overcoming your depression , being a piece of shit was sure not an easy task after all. "

" It seems your parents wanted you to live a new life by changing your face..... And you had the fvcking guts to come back to Skywalk City and try to steal my girl, right?"

" Boss he doesn't have parents, although you may not know him, he was one of the few lucky ones who got a scholarship to study in our school"

" He is a full fledged orphan" the other youth supported his comrades claims.

" Huh? Really?"

"Do you mind telling us where you got all this to afford a facial surgery, after all aren't we Bros, it wouldn't be bad helping ur fellow bro" the youth called boss said with outstretched hands.

Thinking back, Eric tried to remember where he had seen this face before.

Thankfully his almost photographic memory played it's role, Leo or what ever his name was, an average bastard who was always treathened by the school bullies, Eric once took pity on him saving him from the wrathful hands of his tormentors , but things changed after the awakening, the once average bastard was among those who's fate changed , having the highest grade talent among this batch of students.

"Huh? So he's grown balls during this past few days to even make his bullies call him boss in respectful tone" questioning in his thoughts Eric turned back(This Life No Balance), the maturity he gained in this past few days,made him feel like he was among a group a group of kids who hadn't realized how unfair life was.

Eric never bothered to reply, going solo was his thing anyway and Thai the wasn't any different, simply choosing a direction, he walked down the mountain leaving his school mates to their expenses.

"Am I not talking to you?!"

Sighning "It seems keeping silence isn't always the best choice" saying this words out loud , he turned to give Leo a glare, stopping the words in his mouth.

Meanwhile Leo felt his heart beat faster, the chill travelled down his spine as his face streaked sweat.

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Eric continued his journey with unknown destination.

"WELCOME

YOU ALL KNOW THE RULES

FIGHT TO YOUR LAST BREATH

THE SCHOOL WITH THE HIGHEST KILL POINT WINS

SO IS THE ONE WITH THE HIGHEST KILL

GOOD LUCK!"

As quick as it came like a god declaring his sovereignty , the voice disappeared.

Accravan highschool, Green cloud highschool, Algarve highschool, Africoast highschool, Skywalk highschool...

All this appeared on the holographic big board, representing each team and their city.

The exicted crowd cheered for their teams, betting houses were opened, school's with high chances of winning were given lower odds, while the ones with never existing chance of winning or going top 20 weren't given unbelievable odds to let the dreamers dream.

The second generation kids gathered to try their luck, maybe be they could make it big this year.

In the betting house.

Two second rich generation kids argued with one being slightly older than the other but younger than fifteen,in luxurious clothes with branded designs jokingly grabbing at each other's arm.

"Are you trying to waste your money on this back water schools, with no potential, rag tags only coming to fill in the exam spots, have you checked for their previous year results?"

" Whatever, am just trying my luck, who knows, miracles happen, the odds are more tempting, Ten thousand odds to make top 10, Fifty thousand odds to make it top 5, One Hundred thousand odds to make it top 3 , would you believe that?! Apart from this I don't think there is any other way for my dream to come through, instant billionaire,my father is beginning to shorten my allowance once again, and so fvcking tired of all this training this training that , just to awaken a good talent"

" What is life for apart from living and enjoying myself, why should I stress my life pursuing the part of strength where there is always the option "DEATH" lingering over my head."

"Life is short, so I have to live it to the fullest"

"Besides I've only got one, I don't want my body eaten by wild monsters when am dead, so am gonna keep trying my luck for my dream to come through"

Listening to his friend's non stop exciting talks, he decided to give him the piece of encouragement he needed.

"Ok , Ok, Ok, I've heard you, besides it's your money anyway, just wanted to say my mind, but just don't forget me when any of your nonsense magically works out"

" Hmmp, aren't we in a magical world already?" the boy grumbled.

" Yh,yh, whatever you say. So how much are you putting, I've got 250,(250,000) " his friend said.

" Lucky you, I was only given 150 for my monthly allowance, planning to bet 40 on Desolate team to win, 60 on luck and 50 for the month"

" Dude you've really down graded just 150?"

" Hmmp, am not like you mummy's boy"

" Damn! how dare you call me that" his friend replied playfully grappling hold of his head to finish him off.

"Ok, Ok, please let go daddy's boy, you don't wanna end me before my time do you? Let's play the bet already, I haven't got all time."

" Huh, isn't that Skywalk City team? I heard that's where the military godfather rose from"

" Yh same here"

" Damn! look at the odds, how bad have they degraded"

" Ken.... Do you think I should place a some piece on them?"

" Well... Mr luck like I earlier said it's your money your choice, but don't come home crying when you loose them all.

"Ok"

5000 to top 10

5000 top 5

5000 top 3

"It's simply impossible to win"

"Next!"

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Any questions?

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