1 Impromptu Call

Welcome to Mobile Heroes! The monsters will appear in 30 seconds!

It was the sound of the start of this match on the smartphone I was holding.

Since I'm playing Brawl, neither Classic nor Rank, which only has 1 line, I don't order anything on the four people I don't know on this team, so I just need to focus on destroying the 2 Pillars and the enemy base. So, I should be able to focus on destroying that quickly.

Two minutes have passed, the number of KDA; Kill, Death, Assist, my team is superior. I have the most kills, 4 kills. Meanwhile, so far, I haven't bought an item for the hero I'm using.

"Tch."

The laser shot my hero, my hero was killed. Maybe because I've lasted up to 2 minutes more, and I can't return to base, and because my hero's blood is 15% left, so it's natural that the hero I use dies just because it's hit by an enemy laser. So, I can still understand that.

Because after all, this match is Brawl, a match that cannot add hero blood when returning to base. Therefore, I am not disappointed with my dead self.

Don't forget to also buy some items, such as; The Quick Shoe and The Deadly Killing Sword—when I was killed. Due to my limited gold, which is only enough to buy 2 items, shoes and attack items, I think these two items are enough to start this fight again.

So, when my hero is alive, which is where each of my team and the enemy still has 2 pillars, I quickly move the virtual analog on my smartphone to get my hero running to go back to war.

I believe I can finish this match, make Wiped Out my opponents and destroy their team base.

Why can I be so sure? Of course, it's because the hero I use is a hero I can use, the killer type. Therefore, I am 100% sure that I can finish this match in just 1 minute. Well, even though I only have 2 items.

However, suddenly my smartphone screen changed.

"..."

Someone called me, and it was from the manager of Club Bengawan, my club.

Uneasy, I picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Daylon, are you there?"

"Ah, it's me... Daylon."

"Sorry to interrupt your time off."

"It doesn't matter. So, what's the need?"

"Can you come to the office now? The club owner wanted to announce something, and apparently, the other members were summoned as well."

"...Okay, then."

"Sorry to interrupt your time, Daylon."

"Yes."

This call is disconnected, I am the one who disconnected this call, and my smartphone screen displays the game again.

DEFEAT!

Yeah, my team lost, lost due to a lack of players.

"Ah, surely they will report me that I am AFS (Away From Smartphone)."

After tidying up a few things, including putting the ashtray in a place that is not easily accessible to children, taking a mask and jacket, I decided to leave this house.

"Mom, I'm going out for a bit."

"Oh, where do you want to go, Daylon?"

When my mother came to me, I smiled, and somehow my mother smiled too.

"Oh, I see. Be careful, Daylon."

"Yes."

I meant to smile at her because she knew I was going to my club office. Therefore, although I believe that my mother is frightened by my smile, just using a smile can let my mother know.

"Don't be late for dinner, okay. It's your day off, so take some time to be with your family."

"Yes, ma'am."

With me saying, I burned a cigarette and walked out of my family's residence.

Not born rich, I was able to support my family with what I earned being a professional player in the game. Even though I wasn't a gamer before, I would still make my family happy no matter what. So, being born not a rich person is not a reason for me not being able to make my family happy.

As I was walking on the not-so-big street, a group of thugs saw me.

"Oh, Daylon... You're home?"

Someone approached me when he said that.

"That's how it is."

"Since when did you come back here? Why didn't you tell me?"

He is my little friend, the friend who used to fight for a grain of rice with me.

"Two days ago."

"Oh, I see. How are you? I heard you just won N2 yesterday, huh? You're so cool."

"Yeah, like that."

"And as usual, your attitude is always very cold, even though I am your friend. But it doesn't matter. By the way, where do you want to go? Should I deliver?"

"There's no need."

After I said that, a boy who looked very young came up to me with a cool attitude, put his hands in his pants pockets, and staggered around like he was drunk.

"Oh, who is this person, Bro?" He asked, turning to my friend.

"You don't know him?" My friend asked.

"From his appearance, he seems to have quite a lot of money. Look at the watch, it looks expensive."

I understand that this neighborhood is quite shabby. I understand that. Therefore, if he thinks that I look like an expensive person, that's okay. However, somehow I'm not as famous in this environment as I used to be, even that person doesn't know me.

"Hey Bro, give me your cigarette! I want to smoke."

With an arrogant tone and pretending to be smoking, he said that to me.

"Here."

Of course, I gave it, because I knew that he didn't have a cigarette to smoke.

However, for some reason, he was even presumptuous. He did not accept the cigarette I gave him but took my pack of cigarettes.

"Nice."

"Oi, Burhan, watch your attitude!"

My friend tried to warn him, but he responded even more presumptuously.

"Hah? What for? After all, who is this? I didn't know him, and he must have been a rich man too. And again, why didn't you tell me, Bagas, that you have a rich friend?"

From the look on the face of my friend, whose name is Bagas, he is not happy with the words of that person. He seemed to want to vent his anger but suppressed it. He struggled with his ego, trying not to get angry.

As I thought, Bagas can't use violence just over this trivial matter.

Therefore, I, his former gang leader, patted him on the shoulder.

"Good. You seem to have become a good leader, Bagas. Then, I'll go first."

After I said that, I walked away from him.

But before that, for some reason, that person stopped me and got even more presumptuous.

"Oi, wait, where are you going!? Hey, rich man, stop!"

I heard his voice, felt like he was making fun of me, and heard a rumbling sound there. When I turned around, I saw the person was already lying on the ground, lying with a mangled face.

"Be careful on the road, Daylon."

With that sweet smile, Bagas waved his bloodied hand towards me.

"... Okay."

I try not to assume that Bagas did that to that person. Because of that, I just walked away.

***

It's quite a distance between my family's residence and my club office. Even to get there, I have to hire a taxi.

Getting out of this taxi, I saw a building so tall. My eyes were fixed on what was in there.

I don't understand why the manager of the club decided to call me here, even though I was on the holiday that the club gave me. This is my vacation, time for me to spend time with my family, not for work, but I had to come here knowing nothing.

A few weeks ago, I and my friends from the club team won the N2 tournament and became the greatest club in Indonesia, and we were also given 5 days off, but when suddenly called here, I don't think it's worth it with what I have given.

At least give me a vacation with my family, please! Yeah, maybe that's what I wanted to say angrily. Because after all, I was quite tired during that tournament a few weeks ago. I need a short break.

"Huff… sucks."

Before I entered the building, I wore a mask, so that people would not realize that I was a professional player for the club. And of course, don't forget to wear this sweater beanie.

"Wait!"

Suddenly the security guard stopped me when I tried to go inside.

"You want to rob, don't you?"

"Up to you."

I showed him my ID that I was part of the club, then went inside, and just left.

I'm indifferent, prefer not to make the problem long. Therefore, many people say that I have a cold attitude.

When I managed to get inside and without a hitch, I saw that the employees of this company looked normal. They work as usual. Even the receptionist can still smile when dealing with clients who want to join this company, the Bengawan Club; a company that distributes and turns players into professional players in several esport tournament events, including the Mobile Heroes game.

Pressing the elevator button on the 10th floor, I waited quietly in the elevator to take me to that floor.

After the elevator doors opened, and after I made it to the 10th floor, I walked along a hallway filled with rooms.

As I walk by, I always peek at some of the rooms, and there seems to be a briefing of some games.

Since the rooms I passed were not my destination, I would never enter them suddenly like a madman. Even so, I still peeked through the glass door.

And when I got to the room that I came here for, I slowly opened the door, creating an opening to enter. After this door opened, there were already many people who seemed to be waiting for me, the captain of the team.

"Ah..."

I sighed, not even to say anything, and they looked straight at me.

It sucks to come last...