CHApter 2- Reality or Fiction?

The game was good, Surprisingly good!

Theresa didn't expect that to happen, quite literally.

New sorts of outcomes and possibilities intrigued her!

However, there were personality traits thing she wasn't the most joyous of.

The main character and a few other people.

While there was everyone calling the villainess a slut, she hated the main character too along the vilainess, however it could also be said that she seemingly only had one favorite character.

The Count of Wisledom.

Why? Because The Count was the only sane character.

Everybody else was just fucking insane sons of bitches.

Including the heroine and the male leads.

Theresa slowly immersed with the game and even thought at one point thought that whether it was reality or fiction!

Being completely honest, Theresa wasn't so... sane either.

Even though she was 18 years of age and a 3rd year at her school.

She's famous for being a battle maniac even though the school she went to only had pure academics and sports, nothing like violence of the sort

Her parents couldn't help but be tension-ed at their child's behavior but that feeling of being tensed went away to becoming supportive of their child's dreams.

This topic aside... you may be wondering who I maybe, don't you?

Dear Gods of Arcadia,

I will be your narrator for the time being!' A man in a black trench coat with glasses said.

A silhouette who was seating in one of the seats asked,

'Your name would be much more preferable dear narrator, after all who would have the courage to call an entire pantheon to narrate a mundane mongrel's mere existence?'

'Oh my name? Well I never expected you to ask it but I'll answer that question with all my honesty, I don't have one.'

Though the words of the so-called narrator may have surprised a few, but the silhouettes were unfazed though none could see their facial expression.

'Well, since we have nothing to really do, we'll listen to this story of yours, Narrator.'

'Of course, it would be my pleasure..' The Narrator said while having a smile in his facial expression.

'Well then folks, LET'S BEGIN!'

***

Shivers

That's what Theresa felt.

A ton of shivers that made her drenched in sweat without a moment's warning.

She fell down to the floor gasping for air but it al seemingly cooled down after a while.

She felt as if her soul was being watched by someone or something.

Looking at herself drenched in sweat Theresa could only sigh,

'What the hell happened, I was just playing the game-'

Looking at the time Theresa jumped from her place.

'What the actual fuck? I literally saw the time a second ago... HOW the hell did 10 minutes pass so quickly?!'

A few might say that 10 minutes can pass by in a flash.

However, the same couldn't be said for Theresa since she had first-class memory which said that she saw the time a second ago and it was 22:20 and it was 22:30 all of a sudden!

Not only that she felt like she was in relief?

It seemed that her memories for a whole 10 minutes were gone suddenly?

Theresa as usual was on guard for about a whole minute that felt like an entire year to her.

Giving up, she closed the game and went to sleep on the couch.