ARE WE GOING TO...!!

A rhythmic tapping echoed through the dimly lit hallway of a worn-out apartment building, each knock resounding with an odd blend of urgency and trepidation. The door, faded from years of sunlight and time, finally cracked open, revealing Logan, his shirt drenched in sweat, moving through a series of strange and fluid motions.

Staring at Logan's peculiar exercises, stood a man in his thirties. His round face, punctuated by a pair of inquisitive eyes, seemed out of place atop his heavyset frame. "Logan? What on earth are you doing at this unholy hour?"

Catching his breath, Logan paused, "Just practicing some motion controls for MMORPGs. It helps with in-game precision."

The man chortled, his belly shaking with amusement. "You ought to focus on your studies, not these... games."

Taking a deep breath, Logan's expression hardened. "I've made up my mind, Uncle. I'm dropping out to become a full-time gamer."

His uncle's laughter ceased immediately, replaced by a look of pure shock. "Have you lost your mind? Look at me! I stopped my education early, and where has it gotten me?"

"Times are changing, Uncle. Realm of Legends isn't just a game; it's the future. And I want to be at the forefront of it. I've called you here for a reason. Join me. Together, we can earn more money than you ever dreamed of. And trust me," Logan added with a smile, "the ladies love a top-tier gamer."

His uncle's face contorted into a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Ha! As tempting as your offer is, I owe a lot of money to Mark's gang. They won't let me go so easily."

Logan's gaze never wavered. "Join me in the game for just one day. I'll pay off your debt."

The intensity in Logan's eyes made his uncle pause. Weighing his options, he finally said, "Alright, just for today. But first, breakfast." He agreed for the time-being as he don't want to

As the two made their way to a nearby hotel, the air was thick with a mix of tension and anticipation. They grabbed a corner booth, and Logan explained the world of Realm of Legends in detail, painting a picture of vast landscapes, fierce battles, and endless opportunities. His uncle listened, trying to hide his skepticism but showing occasional glimpses of curiosity.

Finishing their meal, they headed to a nearby gaming café. As they entered, the symphony of people speaking to themselves with covered head and heavy shouts enveloped them. Logan rented two high-end gaming stations, handed his uncle a state-of-the-art helmet, and together, they dove into the world of Realm of Legends.

The transition from the physical world to the digital was jarring for the uncle. The vibrant colours, lifelike characters, and the sensation of being in a different body left him disoriented. Logan, noticing his uncle's discomfort, guided him through the initial setup.

"You should be a warrior," Logan guided his uncle through the process of character setting. "Your size and strength would make you an excellent defender."

The uncle, still trying to grasp the reality of the game, simply nodded. Soon, his digital persona - a towering warrior with a physique reminiscent of his real-world body - stood ready.

After some initial tutorials, Logan led his uncle to the bustling marketplace in the City of Nobles. The cacophony of vendors hawking their wares, players bartering, and the general hustle and bustle left the uncle in awe.

As they strolled through the market, Logan's voice broke through his uncle's wonderment, "Remember, Uncle, this isn't just a game. Every decision we make here will impact our lives outside."

His uncle, still absorbing the magnitude of the world around him, managed a determined nod.

In the City of Nobles, where the golden beams of digital sun rays fell upon cobblestone streets the marketplace buzzed with activity. Players from all corners of the game world haggled, traded, and sought out their desired items.

Amidst this digital din, Logan moved with the precision of a seasoned player, weaving through the crowd, his eyes locked onto stalls that displayed shimmering equipment.

"Alright, Uncle," Logan began, "First things first: gear."

He approached a blacksmith stall. Weapons and armour of varying grades lay displayed. Behind the counter stood a burly NPC blacksmith, wiping his brow with an anvil beside him.

Logan's fingers danced over the equipment, picking up a massive iron shield, its face engraved with intricate patterns. "Protection is paramount," he said, holding it up to his uncle.

The uncle blinked, trying to make sense of it all. "It's not... shiny?" he ventured.

Chuckling, Logan added, "And that's just the start." Swiftly, he picked out a matching helmet, a pair of sturdy boots, a full body armour set, and an array of accessories which, in the MMORPG world, provided buffs to enhance stats. The armour made his uncle look every bit the warrior, albeit one with a comically large belly.

"44 silver coins," the NPC announced in a gruff voice.

Logan handed over the coins without hesitation, but his uncle's eyes widened. "Is that... a lot?" he asked in a hushed tone.

Logan grinned, "It's an investment, Uncle. And investments yield returns."

Gearing up was just the beginning. They made their next stop at Alchemy Heaven, a potion stall adorned with vials of varying colours. An old NPC alchemist, his long beard touching the floor, nodded in acknowledgment.

"10 advanced heat resistance potions and 10 good grade healing potions," Logan requested, placing 50 silver on the counter.

His uncle frowned, "Heat resistance? Are we going to... a barbecue?"

Logan turned his head to see his uncle's innocent face, "No, Uncle. It's for a high-temperature zone in our mission. These potions will prevent us from getting toasted."

The uncle looked down at his armoured self, "I look like a walking tin can, and you're worried about getting toasted?"

Logan laughed heartily. "Trust me, in Realm of Legends, it's always better to be prepared."

Handing over the last of his money, Logan sighed, "And with that, I'm broke again."

His uncle smirked, "Starting to think I should've stuck with Mark's gang. At least they gave me free food."

Logan rolled his eyes, "C'mon, let's move. Time to make all this spending worth it."

And with that, the mismatched duo – a veteran gamer and his MMORPG newbie uncle – ventured deeper into the Realm of Legends, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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Thank You for reading... From tomorrow onwards you will get 2 chapters per day.

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