Life of a young boy who lives in a third world country, likes video games and doesn't have very many friends. Well at least he has Internet

The mating games are when a girl or a boy goes to a place and runs into the woods and waits for her mate she has to be a werewolf to work.

Levi is a boy who lives in an era where game is everything and he wants to show that one person could be the greatest Gamer and also The Creator of Games

A long time ago, when games haven't connected to the internet, where boys and girls who like games, spend their times in the arcades games center, which allow them to interact socially face to face, there are many games that played in big games consoles.

Ryuichi Sakamoto is one of the boys that love playing games in the arcades games center, the place where he has a great time and also places where he lost his life.

Under the mercy from God of Games, he was reborn in the world of games. World that he loves so much

This is the story of a young boy who died and reborn in the world of video games.

A boy , He belongs from an middle class family .His father is a teacher of an government school. The boy was not happy off what he was getting  from his father .
He have an old desktop .His father bought it when he was 7 years old .The Boy plays online games on it but the game does not go fairly on it because the pc was to old to play the latest version games. The boy wants a new pc or a mobile, he trys to request his father to get a new mobile or pc .But his father refused to give it boy became too sad was angry ,he trys to break home appliances in angry .His father take him to the chair and sat him and asked "why do you need a mobile and what you will you do with it", the boy told "I will record my games and i will publish it in my you youtube channel , then people will see it and i can earn money from it". 
Father bought him a mobile the boy was very happy, and he started playing games on it and record it and publish it on youtube . 2, 3 months gone but the boy didnt earned a single Rupee. His father askes him "what happened of earning money, you didnt earned a single rupee also",his father told him that "Money is a precious thing no one can get it without any hardwork ,  Only hardwork can gave you money "
The boy got motivated and work hard in eaditing and recording games and upload it on youtube after a 1 year he became a famous gaming youtuber of India.

"Hazel!" Alex He ran towards her as he saw her in the field. "You're here. Come on over. The games are going to start soon. You haven't chosen the one you wanted to participate in, right?"
The expression on Neil's face changed upon seeing a boy holding his niece's hand. Before he knew it, the boy had pulled his Hazel away and entered the crowd of children. Fortunately, his height allowed him to locate where his niece went to, but it was still stifling to see that someone had snatched his adorable Hazel.
Noticing the cold air around him, Assistant Shawn who has been trailing after his boss was starting to feel agitated.
At this time, several parents were wanting to get close to Neil, but upon seeing his expression, they dare not to get close and initiate a conversation.
"What are you standing here for?"
A voice snapped the two of them off their trance. Both Neil and Assistant Shawn turned around simultaneously and saw that Edith stood beside them with a puzzled expression.
Edith shifted her gaze towards the direction where the two men were looking earlier and walked over to Neil. "President Mo, you need to go to Hazel and pick a game or two that you two wanted to participate in."
Neil did not move forward despite hearing her words. "The boy just now. Who was he?"
Edith looked at the students and quickly located Hazel and Alex. The little boy and Hazel stood side by side as they stared at the board where the games for parents and children were listed.
"That's Alex He," Edith said. "President Mo, you have met him a few times. Last time, you came to his house to pick up both Hazel and me, don't you remember?"
A slight frown appeared on his face as he tried to recall this scene. It was then that he remembered seeing the boy a few times. It was no wonder that this boy seemed very familiar.
"Alex He," Neil repeated the name. His eyes narrowed and Neil picked up his pace and walked over to his niece.
As he was approaching, the parents pulled their kids away to make way for him until he reached Hazel and Alex's side.
"Hazel," Neil called out her name and the two children turned around.
"Uncle, Teacher Qian said I should choose and join some games. If we win, we will get a prize," Hazel said. She shifted her gaze back towards the board. "Which one do you think we should choose?"
Neil did not turn to look at the list of games, but instead, his gaze met with the short boy beside his niece. The little boy looked at him with unafraid eyes and finally straightened up his posture.
"You're Hazel's uncle," the boy spoke. "Hello, Mister Mo. My name is Alex He, Hazel's classmate."
Neil nodded at him. His gaze then fell towards the boy's hand which was still holding Hazel's tightly. Before he could react, Hazel had tugged at his hand, gaining his attention.
"Uncle, which one do you think we should choose?" Hazel blinked her eyes at him.
Seeing the adorable look on his niece's face, the annoying feeling he had towards the little boy beside her faded away slowly. Neil turned to look at the list of games and spoke, "You choose. I'll just go with whichever games you pick."
A tiny crease appeared on Hazel's face as she was seriously considering the games she was going to pick. After listening to the teacher's recommendation, Hazel finally picked two games and Alex had chosen another two before the two kids separated as Alex had chosen different activities to participate in with his parents.
Edith stood at the side and a flicker of light appeared in her eyes as she saw the games that Hazel had chosen. Her gaze shifted towards Assistant Shawn who stood close to Neil and suddenly, her lips tilted up to an amused smile.
Assistant Shawn noticed the strange look on Edith's face and raised a brow. Her expression right at the moment was as if she was suppressing a smile that was about to burst. He did not know what was on the teacher's mind, but her expression somehow made his hair stood.
Of course, what Assistant Shawn did not know was that one of the games that Little Miss Hazel had chosen was meant for both parents to join in. Edith was expecting that both Neil and Assistant Shawn will team up together in this game and thus, her imagination had run wild.
The teacher who was assigned at the game's registration handed Hazel two cards and pointed towards a corner of the field where the games she had chosen would be held.
Holding hands, both Hazel and Neil walked over to the direction and waited. At this time, another game had begun. Both Neil and Hazel stood at the side as they watched the other parents and child teamed up together in a chariot race. The child sat on the blanket and the parent had to pull at the corner of the blanket and run towards the finishing line.
Little Hazel watched this game and silently regretting that she had not chosen this game earlier. From her observation, Hazel thought that this game looked fun.
The chariot game ended and a boy from the next class won the race. The teacher announced that the next game will be starting soon and the parents and students who had chosen to participate should gather around quickly.
Hazel pulled at her uncle's hand towards where they should be gathering.
Seeing the tall man in suit and tie, the parents around them started to greet President Mo and tried to initiate a conversation.
His brow furrowed as some of them started to gather around and started to mention some of their business and collaboration ideas.
"I'm sorry," Neil spoke as one of the men around him was eagerly trying to explain his business. "But I'm here to accompany my niece in her kindergarten activity. If you want to discuss a business proposal, you can talk to my assistant and arrange an appointment with him."
Once his words fell, the others shifted their gaze to Assistant Shawn and suddenly, they started to surround the assistant and tried to get his contact to arrange an appointment with President Mo.
Meanwhile, Neil stood silently as he was listening to the teacher in charge explaining the rules of this game.
Soon chairs, small cones, balloons, and other stuff were scattered on the ground. A teacher came over and passed a black cloth to the parents. The teacher explained that in this trust game, the parent and child will take their turn to play. One of them will be blindfolded and one of them will have to instruct another to safely pass through the obstacle towards the end.
Neil stared at the black cloth in his hand and turned to Hazel. "Do you want to start first?"

While attending his brother's funeral, Neil Mo noticed the little girl, sitting quietly alone with both hands hugging her knees tightly.

The little girl had only lost both her parents. But in a room was full of people, no one seemed to pay attention to her.

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"Grandma, I don't want to live away from my daddy and mommy... I know that I won't get to see them again... What if I miss them?" her words were a bit incoherent as she forced back her sobs.

Seeing the little girl, he felt something tugged on his heart.

"Hazel," Neil spoke after a while. "If you don't want to live in the countryside with grandma, then would you like to live with me?"
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After losing his younger brother in an accident, the President of the MH group, Neil Mo, decided to look after his five years old niece. Who knew that looking after a child could be difficult than securing a business deal!

Noticing that his niece was particularly close to her kindergarten teacher, Neil then offered her a job as a babysitter.

"But, President Mo, what do you mean by living together?"

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Cover illustration: Kirinlukis
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Author Note: This story is written to participate in WPC, with 'single parent' as the theme. The story is slow-paced at the beginning, but if you read carefully, there will be hints on what will happen after. The middle part will get a bit fluffier, and there's going to be some action as well.

Shared universe with:
1. Loving You Too Much
2. True Love and Other Lies
3. You're My Only Star

The arguments between children and parents over games had probably existed in China for about 40 years.
Starting in the 1980s, lots of game halls sprung up across cities, followed by Internet cafes, personal computers, and the rise of broadband. Today, one could play games in the comfort of one's home. Currently, mobile games seemed to be slowly replacing computer games. However, the argument over games continued despite the changes in devices.
Zhang Zian himself was also part of this wave of change. He had frequented Internet cafes. He'd used to play online games with college classmates. He had also been attracted to single-player turn-based games on his personal computer. This was only until he had to enter society and work, and he did not have time for games. His phone was the only thing he could use to play a game—a game that had truly changed his life.
Even this father, who seemed very bitter about games, might have been a bad kid when he was younger and frequently hung out at game halls then. Now, however, he was trying to stop his own son from playing too many games. There was somewhat of a continuation of history. When he was younger, perhaps his own dad had gone to the game hall, pulled his ear, and said something similar. Deja vu.
How did that expression go? Oh yes. "When I grow up, I will be like you."
This was not a matter for Zhang Zian to bother himself with. Regardless of all the imaginative stories he cooked up in his head, he was merely a bystander watching them argue. However, perhaps of how tan his trip to Egypt made him, he'd been caught in the gunfire.
"Playing games all day and not caring about learning, what can you do when you grow up? You can't work for a big company or be a civil servant. You will end up like your dad, having to work for a boss. Even on the weekends, you will have to work overtime. You will get so damn tired! Or…you might be like this shop, having to live day-to-day and having no future! Is this what you want? Do this and don't even bother thinking about finding a wife!"
The man could try to educate his own child, but to use Zhang Zian as a negative example… That was rather uncalled for.
Zhang Zian found the situation rather stifling. Despite being in his own home, he was still being attacked.
Yet what the man had said was not too wrong. The instability of his shop was known only by Zhang Zian himself. No matter how glamorous the shop was on the surface, it could be easily ripped apart if unexpected things happened. While parents did not expect their children to be rich, they must at least have enough food and clothing. They also wished for them to have peace of mind, work in a large company, and become a civil servant. These actions would ensure their future.
The fat boy glanced at him and suddenly showed him a disdainful look. Looking away, he said, "I won't open a roadside shop! You don't know, but I play my game really well. All my friends are rushing to be on my team so that we can win! I will be a professional esports player in the future and take the world championship. I will retire as a game anchor and earn millions in a month! I will never be single again. All the pretty girls will flock to me!"
Horrible! Father and son were too alike!
Zhang Zian wanted to cry, but no tears flowed out.
"Girls! Why are you thinking about girls at your age?" The man poked the boy's head with his finger, but his tone was full of joy. Perhaps he thought his son was very ambitious. "But I don't want you to play with your phone anymore today. Boys should run outside and play, not stay alone at home playing games!"
The boy's jaw dropped, but he muttered, "What is the use of running outside? I can't even practice my finger speed..."
The man got into a boxing stance. He was merely trying to scare him. "What's the use? Do the assignment that your teacher has assigned you! Stop delaying and procrastinating. Let me tell you, young man, I can't help you write, and don't you dare ask your mother. It's useless! Write it yourself!"
The man's mind had been made up. No matter what kind of tantrum the boy threw, he would not give him the phone back. He kept it in his pocket. Just then, the bus came. The man hurriedly got on the bus and stared at the boy from the window.
The fat boy was bitter and kept on sighing. The meat on his tummy heaved up and down.
However, Zhang Zian was happy to witness his downfall—well deserved! Who had asked them to diss him? He hoped that the observation work assigned by the teacher was as difficult as possible. Hopefully, it asked him to observe the moon for 30 days and draw it or count 100,000,000 grains of rice!
Jiang Feifei ran out of the aquarium to ask him what the strange fish was and its habits. It was necessary so that she could make a sticker and stick it on the tank. This way, customers could have their questions answered.
Zhang Zian followed her into the aquarium and introduced her to the long-legged lungfish. In the meantime, he took the opportunity to see how his baby corals were breeding.
The air conditioner could be turned off in the pet shop, but not in an aquarium. After all, there were Sea Angels, Antarctic Sea Anemones, and Sea Butterflies that could only survive at low temperatures. They needed the air conditioner more so during summer. If he turned it off, they would certainly die.
When renovating the room, he'd deliberately enhanced the thermal insulation of the walls and roof to keep the indoor temperature constant.
After telling Jiang Feifei about the necessary things, he walked out of the aquarium, planning to head back to the pet shop to help clean up.
At this time, he saw that the little punk had yet to leave. He had merely shifted to a new place and was now standing at the door of a neighboring closed shop. He stared inside, looking very serious. While watching, he whispered under his breath.
What was he looking at? Was there money on the glass or a treasure map?
Zhang Zian was curious. He hesitated. He looked around his store but found that the staff had mostly completed the cleaning and seemed not to need his help. Rightly so—after all, they'd had to handle everything while he was in Egypt.
So he pretended to pass by, walked over to the boy, and said, "This shop closed a few days ago. The owner returned to his hometown for a wedding. He won't be coming here to open the shop, so don't wait."
The fat boy was staring hard and didn't see Zhang Zian approaching. He was startled, but after seeing who it was, he stared at Zhang Zian with a look that said, "Oh, it's you, that lousy prick." A rather disdainful look. He snorted and said, "I know! I don't need your reminder! The big word 'transfer' is written here. You think I am blind?"
Through eavesdropping on the conversation between father and son, Zhang Zian already understood what kind of character the boy had and resisted the urge to smack him. He asked instead, "What are you looking at?"
"What has this got to do with you?" The boy eyed him with suspicion.
"Don't say that. It's not something worthwhile to keep to yourself anyway." Zhang Zian laughed.
The fat boy frowned, raised his head, and said, "If you want to see it, just look at it. Look until you cannot look away."
Zhang Zian followed the boy's gaze and looked inside. It was a fat caterpillar.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

It was a sweltering summer afternoon, the sun scorching, the air thick with heat. Su Mucheng walked to the small cold drinks stall at the side of the road, wanting to buy a popsicle to ward off the summer heat, but even the popsicle vendor apparently didn't care that this summer day was the perfect time for selling cold drinks, and had hidden somewhere to avoid the heat.
After waiting for a while, there was still no one around, so Su Mucheng could only helplessly depart. She walked along the empty streets for a while before arriving at an Internet café. Pushing open the door, the blast of cool air caused her to let out a sigh of relief. Then, she heard a noisy racket coming from within.
What was going on?
The curious Su Mucheng looked toward the source of the noise. The manager of the Internet café saw this young girl walk in, but instead of treating her like just another customer, he waved to her cheerfully. "Little Mucheng is here?"
"Hi, Brother Cui," she replied, greeting him.
"You're bringing food for your brother again!" Brother Cui saw the insulated lunch box in her hand; he was quite familiar with this sight.
"Yup, where is he?" Su Mucheng asked.
"Over there." Brother Cui pointed toward the area where the noise was coming from. "However, he might not have much of an appetite today."
"How?"
"He's met an opponent," Brother Cui laughed.
An opponent?
Su Mucheng was startled. Even though she didn't entirely understand the video games that her older brother played every day, she understood one thing clearly: her brother was very good. When he played these sort of competitive games with other people, he rarely lost.
An opponent? That was to say, someone who was just as good as her brother?
Su Mucheng headed over toward the source of the noise. Two back-to-back computers had been surrounded by a crowd three layers thick, and with Su Mucheng's short stature, even on her tiptoes she couldn't see a thing of what was going on. She could only hear the crowd's reactions – a gasp here, a shout there.
"Su Muqiu, you're not doing too well today!" someone suddenly yelled.
Not doing well?
Su Mucheng was stunned. Not just someone who was as good as her brother, but someone whom her brother couldn't defeat?
She desperately wanted to watch, and so she plunged into the crowd of people. Su Muqiu was a regular at this Internet café, thus Su Mucheng appeared often as well, and was quite familiar with the manager. A few people, after recognizing her, shifted aside to let her pass – everyone quite liked this pretty young girl.
Finally made it through!
Su Mucheng let out a breath. Lifting her eyes, she could see her brother on the far computer, face wearing an uncommonly intense expression.
And his opponent?
His opponent was on the computer closer to her. She could only see his back, but he seemed to be a teenager around the same age as her brother. Her eyes fell upon his hands – they were quite pretty, dancing expertly upon the keyboard and mouse. The crisp percussion of his movements was accompanied by the gasps of the surrounding people.
This person really was quite good!
Even though Su Mucheng didn't entirely understand these video games, she still couldn't help but arrive at this conclusion as she watched the other boy play. Just then, the spectators once again erupted with shouts, a mixture of shock and sympathy. Like that, the match was decided.
Who won?
Su Mucheng didn't need to look at the computer screens. Just by looking at her brother's face, she could figure out who had won.
Sounds of mockery began to fill the air. In this crowd of spectators, quite a few had lost to Su Muqiu in the past. Now, upon seeing his defeat, they were quite gleeful.
Su Muqiu rolled his eyes, and though he felt a little awkward, he wasn't angry. A lot of these people were his friends, after all, and the teasing was all in good fun. Normally, everyone here would win some and lose some, but Su Muqiu, with his high win streak, always had the upper hand. With his defeat today, could they let this rare opportunity to mock him go to waste?
"Su Muqiu, your little sister brought you food, better eat your fill and get your energy back before trying again!" someone yelled, causing the spectators to laugh. Su Muqiu looked around, finally seeing Su Mucheng standing just across from him.
"Alright, I'm stopping," he said, pushing back the keyboard and standing up.
"Eating your fill before trying again?" His opponent said with a laugh.
The spectators were delighted. This kid knew what was up, even playing along with everyone's mockery!
Su Muqiu glared at the other boy. "Come, come, have some food too, so that when you lose next time you don't have an excuse.
"I don't think I need to worry about that," the opponent said, although he stood up as well.
The crowd laughed uproariously. Not only was this kid skilled, he had quite the sharp tongue!
"Come on, eat with us!" Su Mucheng said at this moment. She'd been standing behind him this whole time, so now she scurried forward to where the opponent could see her.
"You're his little sister?" the boy asked, looking over at Su Mucheng.
"Yup!"
"Do you play these games too?"
"Not really."
"You should learn, it's fun," he said.
"Mucheng, come over here, don't talk so much with strangers," Su Muqiu said, interrupting them.
Su Mucheng smiled and skipped over to her brother's side. The Internet café had a lounge where customers could wait for an open computer, and Su Muqiu would often eat lunch here. The other boy wasn't shy and followed the two siblings over here.
Su Muqiu took the lunch box from his sister and deftly split the food into three equal portions. After looking at it for a bit, he scraped some more food from one portion to another. He gave the larger portion to Su Mucheng, took the smaller one for himself, and gestured for the other boy to take the remainder.
"Brother, you should eat this bigger portion!" Su Mucheng said immediately. The meal was meant for two people. Splitting it three ways was already stretching it, and now that her brother had given even more to her, he probably wouldn't even be half full with his portion.
"I can't finish that!" Su Muqiu insisted, lifting up the lunch box.
"Hahaha, because you're mad? You shouldn't be, losing and winning is very normal. Composure, composure." The other boy took the portion he was given, but his hands were fast – in the blink of an eye, he had dumped some of his food to Su Muqiu's portion.
"I'm in a good mood, I don't need to eat this much," he explained.
"You…" Su Muqiu grumbled, but he didn't want to bother with this any further.
"I've never seen you around before," Su Mucheng took this opportunity to say. This time, her brother didn't stop her with any warning of "don't talk to strangers."
"Oh, I was just passing by, just wanted to casually play a bit. Then I heard there was a skilled player here, and then…"
"And then?" Su Mucheng prompted.
"And then I went to see if I could learn anything from him. He really is a skilled player. Only a little worse than me," he said.
"Hey, don't speak too soon!" Su Muqiu shouted. "We're going again after eating!"
"Haha, I can't," the other boy said.
"What, running away?" Su Muqiu said angrily.
"I don't have any money left," the boy said, patting his pockets.
This reason was too strong. Of course, without money, there was no way to use the computers in the Internet café.
"It's on me!" Su Muqiu refused to let this go so easily.
"I eat your food, I use your money for the Internet café, and I beat you too? That's not too good, is it?"
"Who said you were going to win for sure?"
"Well, of course I'll lose once in a while, too," the boy said, very naturally.
"…I'm done eating." Now Su Muqiu really was too annoyed to eat.
"Why don't you guys go home and play?" Su Mucheng suggested.
"Oh?"
"At home… at home the computers aren't the same, so you can't really play games like this on them," Su Muqiu said to his sister.
Computer configurations would affect the battle, and one of their computers was much worse than the other, making some PvP games unfair. Su Mucheng didn't understand all this, and thought that as long as you had two computers then you could battle on them.
"But there should be other games where that doesn't matter too much, right?" the other boy asked.
"Are you saying that you're confident you could beat me in any game?" Su Muqiu said.
"Of course not, there are too many games out there! Only in the games I know how to play."
Su Muqiu wanted to flip the table. "Stop eating! Stand up, we're battling this out!"
"I'm already done eating," the other boy answered, putting down his bowl and chopsticks.
"Let's go! Mucheng, come join us once you're done." Without wasting a moment, Su Muqiu dragged the other boy away.
"See you in a bit!" The other boy managed to turn back and give her a wave as the two of them left.
"See you," Su Mucheng answered with a smile.
She never would have imagined that this random stranger, crashing into her and her brother's life, would end up walking alongside her for ten years and beyond.


The official prequel to The King’s Avatar.
Ten years before Ye Xiu is banished from his team, the online game Glory launches its first server, igniting the dreams of youths everywhere. Excellent Era, Tyranny, Hundred Blossoms, Blue Rain, Tiny Herb, these professional teams establish and shape the Glory Professional Alliance as they fight for that eternal goal: winning the championship. Old talent retires, new talent rises, but even as the years turn, their passion for Glory will always remain the same.
After all, they are pro players. What do you think?

Third person POV
It was a sunny day on the playground and you could see a girl chasing after a crying boy. Both of them were 5 years old. The girl had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was Rachel Gardner, she was also nicknamed Ray.  The boy had black hair and navy blue eyes. He was Neo Collins. Eventually the boy 'Neo' tripped on a rock. The girl 'Ray' stopped running and reached out her hand help him stand up. He slapped her hand away and stood up with fresh wounds on his knees.
Neo: Why..? Why are you chasing me? My whole entire family hates me.
Ray: Because your my friend!
Neo: But I'm just a loser!! A useless nobody!!!!
Ray: I don't care about any of that!!! Your still my friend.
Neo: You promise.
Ray: I promise. For now lets treat your wound.
8 years later...
You could see a expressionless girl with blonde hair and blue eyes holding a green tea cake in her left hand. she was wearing a white jacket over her horizontal black striped shirt with short black pants, black boots, a  black messenger bag with a triangular flap and a plain silver bracelet on her right hand. As you can see that girl was Ray. Right now she was in front of her friend's house, Neo. Today was his birthday. After knocking on the houses door, a maid opened the door, her name was Li. She had dark skin, brown hair, and green eyes. Li was no stranger to Ray, they met each other quite often when Ray visited Neo.
Ray: Hello again
Li: Are you perhaps celebrating young master Neo's birthday again this year?
Ray: Yes
Li: Do you need me to show you the way to his room?
Ray: No there's no need to I remember the way to his room but thank you for asking.
Ray entered the house and went upstairs to Neo's room. In the room there was a boy with black hair and navy blue eyes with a white mask on top of a middle age man with similar features as the boy. The boy was on top of the man was Neo and the man that was on the ground whose she assumed was Noah Collins, Neo's dad. 
Neo: Hello Ray, and get out old man.
Ray: Hello
Noah/old man: Hello and I'll get out now bye.
After Neo's dad left the room.
Ray: Your dad was acting pretty strange today.
Neo: I know it's pretty unusual. 
Ray: So do you want to start with board games, card games, or video games.
Neo: Let's start with board games.

What if Neo Collins had a friend during his childhood? What if she had a cool ability and a cool bracelet? Read and find out!

With a silver mace in hand, Jae indifferently swung at an ominous creature with a multitude of eyeballs. Just like his first night in Belkchroma, yet another identical eye meatball creature appeared in front of him after leaving the guild.

Splat!

"I don't give a d*mn about more monsters popping up! I can clearly see that this city isn't safe at night! Shut it! I'm going home!" He yelled while dragging his weary body away from the crime scene. No matter what came his way tonight, his stressed and muddled mind did not care.

With an extension of an extra month, four months had passed and Jae's torturous training session ended. And, during that period, his temper shortened immensely.

When Jae asked why Valorie had put him through such a godforsaken time, she shrugged and replied, "You're the third one I did this with. The other two were successful, so why can't you also be?" 

...Was she one of those strict parents who compared high achieving older siblings to average younger ones?

'F*ck you!'

Although Jae knew that Valorie did teach him in her own way and that she never wanted to teach the newbies in the first place, he still filed a lawsuit. 

Regardless, her reasons did not justify her actions.

Since courts in Alkbestia were decided through duels, Jae chose a helper instead of fighting Valorie himself. The white rank him could not hope to defeat the green rank her. After all, the higher the rank, the lower down the color spectrum one would be.

Electing the human healer as his fighter for the duel, he somehow won. Coincidentally, it turned out that the human healer had a higher rank than Valorie.

Pointing a middle finger at the cheetah beastwoman, he left the guild with generous compensation and was able to keep one of the maces. 

"Welcome back, Jae! It feels like years since we last saw you!" A familiar red lizard girl pounced at Jae. Reflexively, he swung his mace and swatted the girl out of the air just as how one would use a flyswatter.

"Bweh!" She flew to the side and smashed into one of the walls.

"Not now, Scarlett! I'm going to bed!" Jae couldn't take it anymore. He. Wanted. To. Sleep.

However, fate apparently detested him for some peculiar reason.

Some of the girls were seated in the living room. A grim atmosphere emerged while they discussed solemnly.

"How should we get her back?" Bridget asked.

"Infiltration? Terrorism? Threats?" Melody suggested, "I prefer gassing them with my mist!"

"I-I p-propose we b-burn or s-skin them!" Even the normally gentle Natalie was speaking of such appalling things.

"Crackle. I can snipe them," Layla muttered.

Befuddled at the bizarre scene, Jae inquired, "...what happened in these few months I was gone?" He imagined that he would be the only one with a short fuse after everything he had gone through.

"We have to save Nora~!" Wendy cried out, ignoring Jae's question.

"Yeah! She's our mascot!" Scarlett excavated fossilized self from the wall.

Jae noticed that once again, some of the logical ones of the group were missing including Jade, Alexis, Clara, Iris, and Nora.

"I can easily guess that somebody stole Nora and the other four are out right now. But, can I deal with this tomorrow?" Jae futilely questioned.

"No!" 

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A week before Jae was freed from the clutches of unjust child abuse, Nora, Wendy, Layla, Melody, and Bridget decided to take a break from training by shopping at the commercial district.

An uncountable number of races were strolling amok in the colorful streets. It was a scene which could not exist anywhere else in the Central Continent.

"Look over there! Clothes for fifty percent off!" Bridget noted, swiftly bypassing all obstacles. Her days of training with an assassin had allowed her to deftly sneak past the crowd for that sale. Her hardships were worth it.

"Crackle. Those would look good on Clara," Layla followed with an unusual glint in her empty sockets. She seemed to have an interest in clothing.

"Don't get lost~!" Wendy struggled through the crowd. In order for people to be convinced by Melody's illusion, Wendy had to avoid people bumping into her deer-like lower body. After all, real deer beastmen were bipedal deer and not the amalgamation of deer and human that cervitaurs were. 

However, without noticing, Wendy's sack dropped onto the ground. As several people passed by, the bag was kicked into an alleyway.

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Nora Cheng had always loved games. Whether it be board games such as chess, checkers or cards, or even video games like role-playing games, platform games, or first-person shooter games, she would enjoy them merrily. In fact, she became invested in otaku culture after watching some anime that some games were adapted to.

Ever since Nora melted into a pile of goo, she was not able to feel anything. With no sense of touch, she could not even experience pain. 

As a slime, she obviously had no eyes, no ears, nor any human appendages. Instead, it was as if she were drifting in the deep sea seven miles from the surface minus the water pressure.

However, unlike the deep sea, she could observe tiny balls of light in the darkness. From the start, she comprehended that those lights were mana, but until Altwidus explained how to control them, she could only observe as those lights bounced around her.

By channeling her own body of mana, she could create a connection with the surrounding mana and manipulate them. Her body could morph into different shapes and move through utilizing the mana outside to change her inner mana. From this, she could somewhat see, hear, and speak like a human.

This careful handling of mana required loads of meticulous practice, in which Nora often invested her time. It was similar to playing her most favored games. Occasionally, when she concentrated too intensely, she would forget to perceive her surroundings.

When Nora suddenly couldn't sense her companion's mana signatures, she channeled mana, as usual, to "see" the outside world.

But, the alleyway was empty.

Nora used her mana to create something similar to a vocal chord to make a voice.

"Uh, guys? Wendy? Melody? Is anyone there?"

Nobody responded to her inquiries.

She guessed that Wendy, who was quite clumsy, accidentally dropped the bag. Instead of leaving the bag to search for them, she understood it was a better idea to stay put in case the others would return for her.

"A lost bag?" A childish voice sounded within the alleyway. A beastman around three in human years or nine in beastmen years approached the bag. 

Judging by his fluffy tail and ears, Nora assumed he was a wolf beastman. In addition, his silver fur reminded Nora of Jae's irises.

'This is bad!' 

Nora had no way to flee from the boy. While she could leave the bag, she wouldn't be fast enough to run away with her snail pace.

The wolf boy peeked within the bag and exclaimed, "A slime!"

"What? Have you never seen a slime before?"

Looking in the vicinity to locate the source of the feminine voice, the wolf boy tilted his head in confusion when he noticed there was no one around him.

"Down here, boy! Yes, I'm the one talking!" A tentacle waved from the blob.

"The slime talks?!" Astonished, the boy crouched closer to Nora.

"Of course, I can! Like I already said, haven't you ever seen a slime before?"

The boy shook his head, "Not a live one. The only slimes that I've seen were the ones used to make jello and mousse."

That was disturbing. Apparently, Nora unintentionally watched as her companions had consumed slime-based foods.

"So, what's a slime doing all the way over here?" The boy asked.

"I got lost from my friends, could you take me back to them? They should be in-"

"Nah, why should I go out of my way to do that?" He cheekily replied, "A talking slime seems interesting. How about you come home with me and play?"

"No-"

"Then it's settled!" He grinned widely as his canines flashed, "You're coming with me!"

Before Nora could reject again, the boy hoisted the bag up and left the alleyway.

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The wolf boy's eyes glimmered with curiosity as he wandered the streets.

"Look over there! It's a vendor for sugar fluff!" 

Nora inspected the vendor the boy was speaking about. Colorfully decorated cotton candy was arranged on the stand.

"Oh, a vendor for coated fruits!"

A chocolate fondue stand.

"A jello vendor!"

A stand for slimes like Nora to perish in.

"Hey, are you some kind of sheltered rich boy? Have you never gone outside before?" Nora asked. By observing his naive actions and clothes, which appeared neat and tailor-made, she believed that the boy was a runaway.

"No, I'm not. I just haven't been to this street before," he glanced to the side, "Oh! That restaurant over there is popular for its sandwiches!"

"Oi, don't just change an important subject that might lead to greater consequences," Nora retorted, "...but you're not listening are you?"

Entering the restaurant, the wolf boy sat at a window seat in the corner. 

"What would you like to order, young sir?" A waitress approached the table.

"Hm, everything on the menu!" The boy declared.

The waitress cocked an eyebrow, "Little boy, are you sure you have enough money?"

"Of course this pr--uh, I mean, I have enough money," the wolf boy fished his pockets for a bag filled with chimes--the currency of this world.

"Dear customer, I will bring the dishes right away," the waitress did a one-eighty in her treatment of the boy as she proceeded to the kitchen.

"Hmph! How dare she think I'm a penniless runaway!" The boy pouted.

"By the way, could you tell me about yourself? Where are you from? Why can you talk?" He whispered to Nora, who was in the bag on his lap.

"Why should I tell you anything? Fine, don't look at me with those puppy dog eyes," Nora jiggled, "I'm actually not a slime, but a heroine! I come from a legendary land filled with the mysteries of the universes. My mission is to defeat the corrupt villains who cursed me into this form!"

The boy skeptically probed the slime, "Really? You're not lying to me, right? My parents always seem to tell me lies."

"Up to you to believe me. How about you do me a favor and help this heroine back to her heroic friends?"

"Nope, I still haven't played with you yet."

"Then how about I grant you one wish and you bring me back to them in return?"

The boy pondered for a moment before nodding his head, "Okay, you better pinky promise me. My mother told me a legend where the heroes made a pinky promise to the old beast king to save the world and they did."

"Alright," Nora entended a slim tentacle. The boy hooked his pinky with it and swore, "I promise to bring the slime to her friends after she fulfills my wish."

"So, what do you want to wish for?"

"I'll tell you later!" The boy smirked, "First, I'll bring you somewhere fun!"

"It better not be gambling or prostitution."

"What are those?"

"..."

Bringing a delectable array of dishes over, the boy expeditiously wolved down every sandwich and crumb he could get his paws on. With a rapidly wagging tail, the wolf boy paid for his meal and dashed out with Nora.

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"Chess?" 

Before the slime was a familiar two-colored checkered board, but unfamiliar pieces. Pawns were shaped identical to humans, the knights were mermen, the bishops were elves, and the rooks were beastmen. However, the king and queen pieces were shaped like an obscure humanoid shape with only particular crowns to differentiate between them.

After leaving the restaurant, the wolf boy ambled through the alleyways to an obscure toy shop run by an elderly alpaca beastman. 

"What's chess? This game is called Strategy. I heard the Celestials in the east were the ones who created it," the boy spoke as he set up the pieces, "Let me explain the rules. I doubt a slime would ever encounter this game within its lifetime."

As Nora had expected, the rules were uncannily similar to chess. However, that makes it simple for her.

"Okay! I'll go first," the wolf boy moved a human forward.

"You're a strange beastman. You took a random slime you discovered off the ground and now you're playing a board game with it," Nora spoke, pushing a different human two spaces forward.

"I can't help it! Nobody wants me to play these games. Plus, no one really talks to me and you're the only one who would listen to me," he moved a merman.

"Really? Then perhaps I'll play with you as long as I am still in Belkchroma," she moved a beastman forward.

"Why don't you stay with me, then? We can play every day!" He shifted an elf diagonally.

"Nah, I still have to save the world," Nora moved her queen, killing one of the boy's humans.

The two silenced as they concentrated on the game. Not aware of how much time passed, they continued to place pieces down rhythmically. 

Clack.

Clack. 

Clack.

"Trap," Nora declared an equivalent to check. 

With a disgruntled expression, the boy moved an elf to save his king.

"Change to a queen," she moved a human to the boy's side of the board. As an equal to a pawn, the human promoted to a queen.

"Swap!" The boy exchanged his king's place with a beastman, which was quickly killed by Nora's queen.

"Trap again," she mercilessly checked his king with a merman.

Sacrificing one of his own mermen to save his king, he ended his turn.

"Fin." Checkmate.

"Augh! The first person, er, living thing, other than the owner of this shop won effortlessly against me!" The boy ruffled his wolf ears in frustration, "One more time!"

"Bring it on!"

And thus, a certain pink slime lost track of time in her newfound amusement.

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Meanwhile, Wendy had finally noticed that Nora was missing. For the afternoon, she thought that Nora was under the piles of clothes she and the rest of the girls purchased.

"Nora~! Where are you~?"

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