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Well.
She died.
There wasn't any sort of indication of how long she had been dead for since all she could see was black, only having her own thoughts to keep her company.
She died by getting rammed into by a truck. Not quite something she recommended at all. Not that she could tell someone that now. Hopefully, it was common sense to not get hit by anything in general.
Unless that someone was a masochist, then all to them.
But death wasn't all that bad. Sure, it was dark and everything but it wasn't cold or hot. She didn't get tired or hungry. Just some quiet place she got to spend all by herself.
There wasn't much tying her to life in the first place so she just embraced the feeling without any regret.
It was nice.
So of course she was pissed when she felt a sudden pull and then thud at the side of her chest.
The first intelligent thought that came to mind was, "what the fuck?" Which she had also said out loud in a voice that didn't quite belong to her.
Her mind was jumbled with a few memories that clearly weren't hers either. Everything hurt and it didn't help that there was a headache eating away at her consciousness making everything even more confusing.
But as an avid reader of whatever she could read in her free time, the situation was one she had read about before. Transmigration or something like that. How else would she be in a completely different environment with people she had never seen before? The big question now was, just what novel was she in? What world? Hopefully not some post-apocalyptic novel where you had to fight to the death against other people just to survive.
Whatever it was, she could figure that out later. Probably.
Since there was some screaming in the background which she had zoned out until another kick met her on the other side of her chest.
It was really quite annoying when she was trying to gather her thoughts.
A man towering over her as her new body shook. The aching pain across her entire body was pretty bad but she had seen the same scene hundreds of times before.
She just wished the man in front of her would speak some human language and not shout. They were hurting her ears far more than those kicks. After a while of having her brain focusing on the situation in front of her and the headache subsiding, a few words finally started to make sense.
The man, the original owner's father was screaming Mandarin. Not that it helped. He was screaming so incoherently she could barely even make out what he was trying to say. The select few words that stood out and ones that he could understand were "talking back, bastard child, die." She had to hand it to him. Those were probably the most uncreative insults he could sprout. If he was going to insult her, he could have at least used some more educated way of describing what he was trying to say.
Another kick was met alongside the incoherent screaming turning into some villain laugh she thought would only happen in anime or something. When she finally looked up to meet her 'father's' eyes, a lot more made sense. black hair and blue eyes? That shit ain't normal at all.
"I don't understand how this dog is part of our family line at all. Ever since you appeared, nothing good has happened. We can't even get rid of you either so why can't you just die out on the streets?" Her loving 'father' screamed. That was all she really needed to figure out the petty story behind the beatings. A poor man who was blaming all of his bad decisions on his child just because he could.
She continued to stare and the man froze a bit before stomping off like it was the end of the world. "Those damn fucking eyes. They're so disgusting." He spat before slamming the door, and leaving the apartment.
All that did was make her curious. What did her eyes look like? Looking around, there wasn't a mirror anywhere nearby for her to check.
She thought she was alone in the apartment after that man left until a chair screeched in one of the corners of the room. A woman with blinding blond hair was apparently sitting there through the entire thing. She followed the man outside but not before throwing her a disgusting look too. Eyes that held no warmth, like she was looking at a pitiful animal.
Now that she was finally alone in the apartment, she looked around. With the few fragmented memories she had so kindly received, it told her a bit about her new life. Her name was now Bai Qingxin. A kid who was nine this year and had a life full of beatings thus far.
At least the Original Goods didn't have to suffer through those memories again. She didn't mind bearing the original fate the world held for them.
What she needed now though was a shower. Being covered in whatever she was covered in did not feel or smell good in the slightest. Sticky and overall smelling like absolute garbage was not on her to-do list. Walking through the apartment, she noted a few things. It was a decently sized and nicely furnished apartment, but of course, there were no traces of a child staying with them at all.
At least there was a washroom she could use.
As soon as she pushed open the washroom door and walked in, a mirror stood there in all of its glory as if it heard her callings earlier. The reflections she saw was not as welcoming as the mirror though. A disgustingly beaten child stared back. Hair that was a dirty gray but eyes that shined like gems. An odd colour, yes, but beautiful. They looked as if they were a mix of silver and blue- a combination that made no sense. But she was in some fantasy world, so anything was possible. She'll take a closer look later. After she washes off whatever was stuck onto her in the first place. It felt unbearable having whatever was stuck on her for a second longer.
Who knew when the last time this body had taken a shower? At least a few weeks she estimated. Only after getting ready to shower did she notice something... very different.
Damn...
Only then did she feel something between her legs.
Apparently, she was so lonely that she grew out a new friend.
Something that wasn't supposed to be there.
She was no longer a she but a he.
"Seriously... what the fuck?" He could help but mutter out to himself.
If the world was going to be so generous by giving him a few memories about his new life then they could have afforded to have given him some information about his new gender too.
'Well, that's something to get used to.' He thought before robotically moving to the showers.
Showering was somewhat difficult with his new... friend.
Okay, it wasn't difficult because of that. It was difficult because he had to avoid scrubbing too hard on the bruises on his body which was basically everywhere. The parts that were not bruised? They would hurt anyway because they were surrounded by bruises. How fun.
Have you ever seen shower water turn gray? Because apparently his hair wasn't supposed to be gray in the first place.
After showering and cleaning up, he looked at his reflection again.
Hair as white as snow in the moonlight and blueish gray eyes staring back at him. He could barely make out all the other features because of the purple and green patches all around, but he concluded that he was pretty normal by fantasy standards.
The clothes he had on before weren't that dirty and he had one other pair of clean clothes in his 'room'. He washed what he could and laid them out to dry in the empty room. He wanted to at least live semi-decently. The clean clothes were just very, very oversized t-shirts that probably came from the old bastard he had to deal with from now on. At least it was something he could work with.
He looked outside the window in his room, having to boost himself up a bit because of his unfortunate short height. The sun looked like it was about to set, another hour at most. And by god was he about to use that hour to the maximum and explore where he was.
He had thought that he was probably in China with the mandarin thrown at him earlier, but the surroundings confirmed it. There were Chinese words plastered on the stores and everything outside.
He felt pretty excited. Having never been to China before, he wanted to try out all the different foods, play games freely, read whatever and go sightseeing.
Before heading out, there was a ten yuan bill laying out on the kitchen table, where the woman was sitting at earlier. She did this once a day when her husband wasn't looking. It was clear that she didn't care much about Original Goods but felt enough pity to leave him money to survive. Ten was enough to feed him for a day but not really enough to do anything else other than that.
If he wanted to survive and not starve, he had to take it. So he did and headed out. Not forgetting to take a mental note of the floor and apartment number he had to return to. Sure, his parents weren't the best but at least he had a roof over his head. That was more than he could ask for.
The 13th floor, 1303.
It wasn't a high-end apartment, but it wasn't shabby either. The elevator opened and he headed down.
The first thing he noticed when he walked out of the building was just how hot it was in China. The sun was already setting, but it was still so hot…
Bai Qingxin sucked a deep breath in and walked out. He had to endure at least this much if he wanted to live in China from now on.
Everyone towered over him but they were all so pretty… even the extras in this world looked like they could be models or something.
It was dinner time and restaurants were busy serving customers. He would go to one but what would he buy with ten yuan? A plate of fruit? So he went to the nearest vendor and got some steamed buns. He paid for one but got three instead. Did he look that pitiful? But he wasn't complaining at all. He was nine and needed whatever he could get to grow taller. He always wanted to know what it was like to be at least 180cm.
Not forgetting his manners, he thanked the vendor and went on his way with a whole five yuan left.
Now, the real questions needed to be asked.
How could he make money?
He couldn't just rely on others' pity and save up five yuan a day to eat some chicken or something special once a month. McRonalds was out of the question. They'd probably get charged with child labour if they hired him. A streetside business? Why would they hire a child in the first place?
Sure, he had knowledge from his previous life that would allow him to tutor others, but who would randomly hire some nine-year-old kid to tutor them? If they did, it would be more suspicious than relieving. Games? He had always been pretty decent at them but he didn't even have a phone currently, much less a computer.
The safest option was to do everything online, boost some players in games and earn some easy money, it was the same with tutoring. But that would require him to have some sort of online banking account. To make an account, he assumed that he needed an ID and needed to be at least eighteen to make. Even if the age requirement was younger, there was no way they allowed nine-year-olds to make an account.
Damn.
What did the world expect him to do?
Beg on the streets?
If he was going to get another chance that he never even asked for in the first place, at least give him some sort of protagonist-like cheat. A system or something. Allowing him to earn points in exchange for money.
Some sort of small advantage maybe?
Like a gift pack, welcoming him to his new world.
'Hello~! Welcome to Shitty System 392, we would like to offer you 1000 yuan as your starter pack! Good luck!' He imagined in his head.
But no. He was just dumped here and was expected to survive with some asshole who would beat him every few days.
To top it off, he didn't even know what damn novel he was shoved into for fuck sake.
Before he knew it, he was standing in front of some run-down Internet Cafe. There were a few people inside and it seemed like it was pretty cheap.
Would such a place really turn down someone who was underaged? They looked like they needed money anyways.
He walked in and was given a computer for an hour. Five yuan an hour, pretty decent.
As soon as he got onto the computer, he started to look around for nearby jobs. He found out that he was in H city while at it. There was a request to play piano at a local cafe… but with his small hands, most of the songs he knew how to play before were probably going to be harder than they had to be. He didn’t even know if his body could pull it off in the first place. Did muscle memory play a part in this? He had to test it out…
He looked at his fingers and wiggled them around a bit. If he really pushed his hands, they should be able to hit the notes that he wanted to go for. They didn’t hurt either or feel too foreign. It should be alright if he didn’t play anything too hard.
He made a guest account and messaged the cafe owners.
Slumbering Winter: Hello, I was wondering if I could come over tomorrow and try out the piano first?
Slumbering Winter: Also, if you could tell me what kind of pieces you are looking for and whether or not you mind what I wear?
Cafe Enchante: Hello! Yes, you can try out the piano first. We’re mostly looking for classical music for a calm atmosphere. For your clothes, whatever is fine! No need to be formal. The pay will be 350 yuan an hour.
What a good deal.
If they were looking for classics, then something like Waltz of the Flowers or Winter should be doable. As long as he moved his hands fast enough, the notes should be doable.
Slumbering Winter: Sounds great, I’ll be there tomorrow at 1 PM first to try out the piano. If I can’t then I’m sorry.
Cafe Enchante: No worries, take your time!
He then set up a tutoring session at the same Cafe, a bit earlier… Hopefully, they didn’t judge him for how he looked. He swears he's reliable.
After the hour was up, he went to the front desk, paid, and went back… home. The next day was going to be a bit busy so he should get as much sleep as possible.
The sun already set and the steamed buns from before had long gone cold.
Bai Qingxin really did wonder what his purpose was to be put in an entirely new world.
Until he figured out just what novel he was shoved into without consent, there was no reason to think about it too much.
He should focus on the positives.
Like how he just kind of gotten a job.
Sure the entire day was a huge shock, but being a boy wasn’t all that bad.
No more monthly satan visits.
He missed having long hair, but he could just grow that out again.
And he could grow much taller than before!
And uh…
He had to deal with puberty again, didn’t he?
…how fun.
Having a new body and a younger one at that, he felt tired as soon as he got back from his adventure.
It was probably around 9 PM and no one was back at the apartment yet so he took the liberty to shower again and head to his room to sleep.
His room consisted of an old pillow and two dusty blankets. One blanket on the floor and the other one on top to keep him warm. A pretty good setup he admitted to himself.
Though, he should probably wash the blankets one day.
The room wasn't small, just empty. Cold marbled floors and a few blankets with some drying clothes on the floor he had laid there earlier.
But with the memories he had received, there was a small hidden compartment within the closet where Original Goods had kept his most precious belongings.
It would be a good place to hide his money since he could only take cash.
There was a piece of candy, an old bag Original Goods had found in a dumpster one day and a cheap cat toy.
...
If you could even call it a cat.
It was really ugly.
A white cat with blue eyes. Not the most symmetrical with its body parts, but since it was the only toy the Original had, it meant a lot to him. So Bai Qingxin put it back into the little compartment and took out the old bag.
The candies had long expired but Original Goods could never bring himself to eat it. The wrappers were so crumpled and thinned out they could be ribbed open with even the lightest of pulls.
He imagined a child sitting in his room, staring at the piece of peach-flavoured candy, longing to have a taste but scared to lose something he treasured forever.
He lightly opened the wrapper and popped the expired candy into his mouth.
He couldn't help but smile.
The candy was bitter.
What else could you expect from a two-year-long expired candy?
But it was like a last farewell to the original Bai Qingxin in his eyes. To eat the candy he always wanted to try.
"You could have eaten the candy and kept the wrapper..." He mumbled, letting the bitterness dance around in his mouth.
The next day… was interesting. He had gotten there a bit earlier than the requested time and waited for his first client to show up.
The short version was that the customer, Yi Yuan, doubted him, gave him a chance (and a lot of free dessert for some reason), realized he wasn’t bullshitting and trusted him. It was an English essay and some homework that she needed help with.
In all honesty, English was the worst subject he could teach. Not because he didn’t understand it, it was because his… communication skills were questionable. Even before, only in certain moments would he be able to speak a proper full sentence. Typing was much better but this was in-person tutoring.
If he wanted to say ‘are you here for the tutor?’ All that would come out is ‘tutor?’
And English, pronunciation was kind of important. Thankfully, Yi Yuan didn’t mind him just writing down how to pronounce something along with explanations.
The same happened with the cafe. They doubted a nine-year-old, gave him a chance, after a few keystrokes, they trusted him and allowed him to play.
Thankfully he was able to play the piano without issue. His short fingers were a bit annoying but nothing he couldn’t make work. He wondered if it would be the same with the violin.
Two hours was his limit though. His body had no prior resistance to playing piano so he expected as much. Two hours was already good enough and 800 yuan of pay. They paid extra and invited him back again the next day. From the tutoring sessions, he earned 250 yuan for helping out during that hour.
Overall, he made enough money to head to the Internet Cafe for a few hours.
He stuffed the money into the old bag he found in the closet and headed to the Internet Cafe.
There weren’t many games on the old computers… but there was one cursed game that stood out. One that he could play.
League of Legends.
Oh, the memories.
He created an account and started to play… unfortunately.
The things he did just to quench his boredom.
The games weren’t hard, it was just hard trying to retain his brain cells when playing. He could never understand how people like League players existed. Sure, there were a few good ones, but the ones that would start sprouting insults like you had just insulted eight generations of their family because of a single missed skill shot... were confusing. If he tried to understand their thought process, Bai Qingxin was scared that he would be degraded to trash and sent to hell in that instant.
All it does is get both sides mad, they both start flaming, either they start doing horrible or leave the game and then he would have to try harder to solo carry the game. He didn’t want to lose or he’d get less EXP.
To play ranked he had to be at least Level 30, and losing would just slow the process.
A few games later, hitting Level 10 in a day was good enough. It was already 9 PM and he headed back home.
He doubted his parents would care if he didn’t go back for a few nights, but it was a mixture of wanting shelter and obligation in a sense.
It was a good deal. They get a punching bag while he gets a place to stay. A win-win. It was also good enough because the beatings didn’t happen every day. Only once or twice a week if he remembered correctly.
Pretty worth it.
Sucked when that day was a day a beating came.
His father wanted to see him cry and beg him to stop. But if he didn’t react at all, the bastard would eventually leave him alone after getting bored. Did seeing him react bring his father joy or something? Was he some sadist?
What an eventful day.
He hid the money he earned in the small closet compartment and called it a night.
How long did he have until he could leave? Or until the main storyline started? He really did wonder.
The days passed and his savings grew exponentially fast for a nine-year-old. It was the same routine. He even got a few more requests for tutoring asking for help on math and English. At 1 PM he would play piano until 3 PM and went to the Internet Cafe.
He didn’t charge much for the tutoring, the first time, the really pretty older sister gave him 250 yuan before he could say anything and left. She even paid for all the food she had ordered.
He decided to charge 90 yuan per hour, but his students would always give him at least 50% more.
He needed money, yes, but this just felt like he was scamming them.
At first, he tried to deny the money, but it would just result in the students shoving the moving into his arms and running away.
He thought it would get better as time went on, but it did not.
It somehow got worse and he didn’t know what to do.
At some point, he just gave up and accepted the money without complaint.
The piano money stayed the same and he continued to play every day. It was good training for muscle memory and endurance.
At some point, more and more people requested to be tutored by him. Apparently, a nine-year-old was a better tutor than most. His students would always buy him a chocolate cake… each and every one of them. Talk about their day and how their grades have actually improved because of the detailed instructions he puts beside their equations.
He never thought math would ever be so useful. Maybe being forced to learn all that early was actually a blessing.
The days passed by peacefully.
With just one goal in mind, earning money every day, his savings grew at an alarming rate.
In a blink of an eye, two years passed.
One night, after finishing up his daily routine of tutoring, piano playing, and then games until 9 PM, he was heading back home. It was already winter and his eleven-year-old body could barely withstand the cold even with a decent coat on.
He was planning to finally get a phone after so long. With the frequent visits home, he wondered how long his phone would last until it broke because of some impact.
Usually, he wouldn’t pay attention to his surroundings, but since he was looking for a phone store, he had to be on the lookout.
As soon as he did start paying attention though, one billboard immediately caught his attention.
GLORY, It said.
Releasing today, it said.
At 12 AM, it said.
'What the fuck,' he thought.
He had transmigrated into The King’s Avatar, one of his favourite novels. It was just a fun read he could never get bored of.
Knowing that, he was determined to play Glory. There was no way that he could bring himself not to. As a fan, it was an obligation to play. The phone? That could wait. Glory was literally calling him.
The plan was to get as many Glory cards as possible. He had already brought out a few thousand yuan out to buy a phone, but he'd use it all to buy however many Glory cards he could instead.
But he wasn't going to mess with canon. The story should continue as it should. The account cards were all going to be alt accounts so he could do whatever and not get noticed.
The plan was simple.
After all, what were the chances of him meeting the main character in the first place? Sure, the first server had a smaller community because it's Glory's first release, but even with that slim chance that he did meet them, he had different accounts. Who would know? What could they do? Exactly.
And in the future? If he was good enough, maybe, just maybe join the professional scene as a side character.
He was so excited. How could he not be? This was Glory, a game he had always wanted to try after reading about it in the novel. Even not wanting to mess with the original storyline couldn’t keep him away from playing.
With his upgraded cheap bag he brought everywhere, he rushed to the nearest game store to see if they had any more Glory cards left.
It was already so late, 9 PM, hopefully, they were still open at this time.
The decision of getting a phone had already taken a toll on him. Sure, phones were useful and all, but money can be earned back, Glory was forever.
He was a weak boy and the game was calling for him damn it.
It took twenty minutes of nonstop running to get to the game store that was about to close. Never had he cursed his short legs more than now. Over the two years, he had grown, yes, but barely. At nine he looked six, at eleven he looked nine. Was it his genes? His father's genes were ass if that was the case.
When he got there the store was on the brink of closing. He was panting like crazy, but thankfully the clerk was nice enough to stay open for a few more minutes.
“What can I get you?” The store clerk asked with his customer-friendly smile.
“Glory cards.” Bai Qingxin replied… he should probably elaborate if he wanted all the cards. “How many…?”
“Hmm, Glory cards?” The store clerk asked.
Bai Qingxin began to sweat even more than he already was. That running was nothing compared to this. Why was he taking so long to reply? Why were they hesitating? Were the Glory cards all sold out?
“Oh! Glory, I remember that we had ordered a small batch. Only a few had been sold, we have 54 left, would you like one? They’re only 50 yuan each.”
Never in his life had he felt so relieved before. There were 54 whole cards waiting for him. Only 50 yuan per card too? Literally, say less, he’ll take 50. Was it a bit excessive? Maybe. Did he care? No.
“Fifty.” Bai Qingxin beamed while the store clerk was at a loss for words.
“I’m sorry?” The clerk asked, somewhat confused. Was this kid really asking for 50 whole cards? Or were they asking if the price could be adjusted?
“Fifty cards… please.” Bai Qingxin mumbled as he put 2, 500 yuan on the counter. God this was so embarrassing. He was pushing himself really hard to be somewhat coherent.
'Just take my money, please.’ He screamed internally.
The clerk nodded and brought out a stack of Glory cards. They were the first edition, collector's items, and looked absolutely gorgeous. They never described how they looked and the donghua? They didn’t do them any justice either.
The words Glory were printed in gold with a black background. Two character outlines were clashing together with their swords and golden sparks scattered everywhere around the characters’ weapons.
They weren’t just gold though, there were all in different colours and all looked equally as good.
While he was gushing over how beautiful the cards were and the store clerk was counting the money, another customer walked in.
“Hello sir, what are you looking for?” The clerk greeted the new customer while Bai Qingxin counted each card and put them in his bag.
“Uhm, can I get a Glory card?” The boy said, probably in their teens.
“No problem! The ones left are right here, pick whichever you like.” The clerk replied. They were confused as to how another person showed up for some no named game.
A beautiful hand appeared in Bai Qingxin’s line of sight and picked up a golden-tinted card. A moment of silence before asking how much the card cost.
“50 yuan.”
“Ah… that much? How about a discount?” The man asked with the clerk clearly unimpressed.
Bai Qingxin was done stuffing everything into his bag and looked up to who the shameless teen was.
A powerful aura hit him.
The teenager before him had silky dark raven hair and gleaming golden eyes. No normal person had this aura, not to say those features were already distinguishing enough.
‘This is Ye Xiu,’ his brain registered. He was beautiful. Absolutely stunning.
The novel nor donghua did the man any justice either. He was a simp, especially for Ye Xiu. He took out another fifty and slammed it into the main character's hand before running out of the store.
Blessed, he was so blessed. He wouldn’t mind being ran over again by another truck, his life was at its peak at that point.
He handed him the money and ran, there was no way the main character would remember his face, or him in general. Which was good. Ye Xiu was going to be playing Glory soon anyways so he had just given him a little push, that’s all.
He rushed back to the internet cafe to start his night-long spree of playing Glory. There was around another hour left before the servers started up.
When Ye Xiu walked into the game store, he didn’t expect a kid of all people to still be out so late. They looked younger than Su Mucheng.
The store clerk was gently smiling at the young kid counting each Glory card while putting them into his bag. He just hoped that the kid didn’t buy them all with the unholy amounts they were stuffing into their bag.
The kid's eyes sparked at every single card, and Ye Xiu desperately wanted to pinch the cheeks of the child.
But he reminded himself of how weird that would be and how he was not here for the kid but a new game being released.
The problem was that he didn’t expect the new game to be more expensive than initially thought. He was short on cash. Ten to be exact.
He tried to bargain, which he knew was not going to go anywhere, only for a slap to hit his hand and a fifty yuan bill was left in his hand as they rushed out of the store.
Both he and the clerk looked extremely confused but Ye Xiu handed the clerk the fifty and took the Glory card in his hand.
That was probably one of the weirdest interactions he had in his life but concluded that it was an angel sent from heaven helping him in his time of need.
Another twenty minutes of straight running back to the Internet Cafe really did not help Bai Qingxin’s case. Sitting down practically all day and barely walking, his body was not used to running a marathon out of nowhere.
For Glory. He consoled himself and put the silver card into the cardholder. He patiently waited as the clock ticked down to 12.
He didn’t know if it was because he was just itching to fiddle with something or his inner child finally showing but he kept repeatedly clicking the play button even if the same message popped up each time.
[Glory will launch at 12AM! Please stay tuned!]
It was 11:26 PM.
He kept clicking.
And clicking.
Time never felt so slow.
11:31 PM, his clicking went through.
[Welcome to the world of Glory User 1!-]
He didn’t bother reading anything and went straight to the character design page so he could get into the game sooner.
[Please enter your desired username!]
…He could totally name his character One Autumn Herald just to fuck around with Ye Xiu, but that would be messing with canon a bit too much.
[Username: Your Father]
A joke. It wasn't like he was going to use an account like this that much in the future anyway. It was a stupid and shitty joke. One that would get on people's nerves for sure and he just had the urge to put it in. Right before he entered the game, he took a good look at his character.
Black hair and blue eyes. Nothing special... so why did his character look like some sort of playboy?
He shrugged. He just chose whatever looked alright and headed right into the game.
For a new game, the graphics were absolutely stunning. Even a trash computer like his could run them while displaying such quality was surprising.
He took some time to read over the basics of the game. What skills did what and what class he would change into. Which he had already made up his mind long before. Battlemage, a class he just had to play. Wasn’t it basically an obligation to play Battlemage when the main character played it for ten whole years?
He had to.
So that’s what he did.
Levelling up to 20 wasn’t hard. Being a new game, there was a 2x EXP event, and if you clicked the complete quest fast enough, you could get double the rewards.
The controls took a bit to get used to but nothing too hard. It was mostly just his short fingers accidentally pressing the wrong key or something…
While exploring the map after reaching Level 20, he fell through the floor… was it a hidden dungeon?
He looked around- up and saw the entire Glory map.
??
The weirdest part is that Level 50 monsters were everywhere and all died to one hit. Dropped immense EXP which instantly levelled him up to 30 after just two kills.
There were also gold and equipment drops…
Some other items were part of it but he didn’t pay much thought into it.
Free gold? Say less.
Free orange equipment? Say less.
Free EXP? Say less.
He spent the next five hours killing the BUGs.
After finally getting tired of all that, he opened up his inventory to look at all of his hard work.
There were a few items that actually caught his interest as he threw away most of the orange equipment.
One thing that kept stacking without fail and weighed nothing was some sort of water thing… He had quite a few stacks of them.
He clicked onto it.
[Mimics Tear]
Tradable
Item Description: Able to morph into any in-game item freely without limit.
Weight: 0kg
x999+]
…
…?
Wasn’t this a bit… Too broken?
Doesn’t this mean he’d be able to replicate BOSS drops when needed? Or just anything in general? Even skill books?
An item like this was never mentioned in the novel, meaning even the Glory Textbook didn’t know of its existence. Not to mention something like this had to be a dev item, one that no player should have had in the first place.
Ahaha…
He had countless Mimics Tear’s in his inventory… he couldn’t even see the proper number because it stopped showing after 999.
Stacks at that.
He didn’t know what to do.
…
Which was a complete lie. Of course, he knew what to do, how could he not?
'Report the bug to the Glory team! Have them fix it and take away this cheat! This won’t be fair for the other players!'
His inner angel said.
'Fuck you.'
He replied.
Of course, the only logical thing he should do is keep all of these items in his storage and enjoy how free Glory will be in the future. Imagine being some sort of saint that would willingly give away such a broken item. He could never.
He could take them out whenever he needed and duplicate items.
He had already hidden his stats right when he logged into the game so no one could see how some no life got to Level 50 on the first day.
If such a cheat existed, he should probably abuse it for as long as possible.
So he farmed the Level 50 mimics for another two hours.
When the sun was already up and his eleven-year-old body was reaching its limit he decided to call it a night.
Since he couldn’t really get out of the dungeon through normal means, he killed himself and respawned at the nearest village, putting all the items into his storage and logged out.
It was 7:34 AM, he still had time, his body could still withstand a few more hours.
Taking out another random card, he stuck it into the cardholder and made a new account… with a different name of course.
[Username: Your God]
After going to the same spot and levelling up to 20, he killed himself and respawned at the nearest village again before logging off. Officially stopping at 8:01 AM.
When he finally checked out, it was cloudy in the morning.
A sign that rain was about to come.
He never liked the rain.
But at least he had Glory, and he was planning to do some dungeons tomorrow.
Glory was so fun. Even though he was farming some illegal item, it wasn’t brain dead like some other games (League of Legends). It was refreshing and he couldn’t wait to continue the next day.