Name.

The sky started brightening.

A bright light filtered through the window, illuminating a luxurious king-size bed.

A handsome, or more accurately, a beautiful young man lay sleeping in this bed.

This man slept without a blanket, and his clothes were loaded with wrinkles.

As the light landed on Isaac's figure, he groggily stood up.

''I fell asleep...'' Isaac facepalmed— he was still wearing his clothes from the day before.

He took them off and stepped into his bathroom.

After taking a cold shower and brushing his teeth, Isaac left the bathroom and opened his wardrobe.

He grabbed a plain black t-shirt, boxers, and a pair of white sweatpants.

Finally, he snatched up his phone and took a look at the time.

[10.34 A.M]

''There is still time...'' Isaac murmured before leaving his room. He was a bit worried that he'd overslept.

His family was gone— leaving only the caretakers who kept the house clean and cooked the family's meals.

His siblings had gone to school, and his parents had already left for work.

Isaac went to the kitchen, grabbed a left-over sandwich from breakfast, and greedily munched it down.

Two cameras pointed at Isaac's figure, but he'd gotten used to it by now.

There were hundreds of cameras throughout the mansion, but he didn't allow them in his room, even though his parents insisted.

There was a simple explanation for this. Since Isaac was left alone in the mansion with only strangers around him, his parents took extra precautions. They even went as far as looking at the cameras every 10 minutes to make sure that he was safe.

Not only this but there were also thirty bodyguards stationed nearby to rush in at a moment's notice.

It was overkill, in his opinion, but no one listened to Isaac's complaints.

Isaac left the kitchen and plopped down on the couch in the living room. He flipped the television over to the News, where they were talking about White Online.

There was only a little over an hour remaining until the servers officially opened!

Every second, the Newscasters were getting more and more excited.

A group of servants entered the house while Isaac sat watching the News. From their appearance, it looked like they had finished cleaning the snow from the yard.

''Young master.''

They all bowed respectfully as they passed him, heading toward their next destination.

Isaac nodded towards them in turn before lying down on the comfortable sofa.

After staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, he opened his phone and watched the Livestream of one of his favorite streamers.

The phone screen showed a gentle-looking man speaking with his viewers. A countdown for the opening of the White Online servers was displayed in the upper left corner of the screen.

''Only one hour remaining, everyone!'' The man shouted excitedly; there was a large font on the bottom of the screen with his name displayed [Underlord] and a constant count of his viewers [Viewers: 123,940]

While he was chatting with his viewers, Isaac closed his eyes and listened to the man's commentary.

The stream's chat was going crazy. Some kids were bragging about not going to school so that they could play White Online.

Underlord sternly told them not to skip school, but there was an unmistakable hint of amusement in his eyes.

30 minutes later.

''Only 30 minutes left!'' Underlord's voice echoed in Isaac's ears.

20 minutes later.

''Only 20 minutes left!''

10 minutes later.

''Only 10 minutes left!''

5 minutes later.

''It's time to log in! Only 5 minutes left!''

After those words, Isaac opened his eyes and shut off the phone.

He went straight towards his room and grabbed the VR helmet from his wardrobe.

There was no need to hook a power supply to the VR helmet— as long as there was an internet connection, it would work.

Isaac lay down on his bed and slid the helmet onto his head.

[Connecting...]

Isaac's face showed little emotion as he stared at the floating words.

One moment, he could only see the visor in front of him. The next...

He only saw a pure white light.

[Hello, User!]

A voice resounded around Isaac, but he ignored it and went to the [Games] section.

He didn't even have to search. White Online was located in the number one position!

He tapped on the icon with his finger.

[White Online - 99$]

''Ah... Damn.'' Isaac felt bitter— he had to use the last 100$ his mother gave him yesterday.

But he pressed the word [Buy] anyway.

He had to punch in all kinds of credit card information.

After that, his purchase was completed, and the game was downloaded instantly. This was one of the many perks of living in this luxurious neighborhood.

[Play]

Isaac pressed Play, and his vision instantly turned dark.

He floated in a small space with a clock hanging in front of him. Isaac was pleased to see he'd managed to purchase the game before the timers had counted down.

[00:59...]

[00:21...]

[00:01...]

[Welcome to White Online!]

Isaac suddenly appeared in a small garden. Beautiful flowers and tall bushes sprouted around him, locking him in a tiny enclosure with a wooden table standing in the center.

There were two seats. One stood next to where Isaac was standing, and the other was already occupied.

A beautiful woman sat, wearing a gorgeous white robe, making her figure look mesmerizing and appealing.

The white-colored robes were slightly baggy, but they would only make most wonder what was hiding underneath.

The woman looked cold, ice cold.

She didn't even glance at Isaac and only kept drinking her tea.

Isaac walked cautiously toward the table.

''May I sit?'' He asked.

The stern-looking woman didn't answer.

''I suppose I'll just sit then?'' Isaac said with uncertainty, dropping gently into the chair.

Isaac sat silently, waiting for the woman to finish her tea.

It took a whole five minutes, but she finally placed her cup on the table and turned toward Isaac.

''Name.'' The woman said bluntly.

''Isaac.''

''Isaac? Hmm... It seems that name has been already chosen,'' The woman said impatiently, ''Choose another one.''

''Oh, I was supposed to choose a nickname? Alright then.'' Isaac started thinking deeply.

The woman kept staring at him with her cold eyes.

Isaac spent 1 minute...

2 minutes...

Even after 3 minutes, he didn't stop thinking.

The woman's eyebrows twitched, ''Choose already!''

''God damn it!'' Isaac pressed his hand to his forehead.

''What?''

Isaac sighed and looked at her, ''I had a good nickname on the tip of my tongue, but you had to ruin it. I need to think again!''

After those words, he once again began to mull over his choices. A name was a big decision, after all!

Thick black marks started emerging on the woman's previously flawless forehead.

1 minute...

2 minutes...

3 minutes...

The woman's face glowed red with anger— she bit her lips angrily, staring at the man before her.

After 5 minutes, Isaac finally exclaimed, ''I have a good one!''

''Tell me!'' The woman growled.

''Isaac2,'' Isaac replied.

The woman gritted her teeth angrily, ''THAT NAME IS TAKEN!''

''Isaac3?''

''TAKEN!''

''Isaac4?''

''TAKEEEN!''

Isaac scratched his head, ''I'll have to think of another one then.''

The woman was furious at this point.

1 minute...

2 minutes...

3 minutes...

10 minutes...

The woman stopped having the energy to be angry at this point— she sat silently while counting the number of flowers in the garden.

''I GOT ONE!'' Isaac exclaimed.

''I highly doubt that,'' The woman sighed with dead-looking eyes.

''Wraith!'' Isaac crossed his arms and proudly declared.

''IT'S NOT TAKEN, YEEES!'' The woman cheered and snapped her fingers.

The word [Wraith] appeared on top of Isaac's head.

''Hurry and choose your Class!'' The woman said with hope. The young man in front of her must have thought of this beforehand... right?!

Isaac shifted into a thinking posture, ''Which one...''

The woman's face went pale, ''Y-You don't know?''

Isaac shook his head.

The woman put all the available classes in front of Isaac.

But he didn't change his expression.

''C-Choose one, please!''

''Hmm...'' Isaac was still thinking.

''FINE, I WILL CHOOSE ONE FOR YOU!'' The woman snapped her fingers.

The word [Marksman] appeared in front of Isaac.

''Marksman?'' Isaac shrugged, ''Fine by me.''

The woman sighed and once again snapped her fingers, ''Choose where to put your stat points, then you can leave!''

Isaac nodded, and suddenly, a blue-colored Interface appeared in front of him.

[Name: Wraith]

[Level: 1]

[HP: 10/10]

[XP: 0/50]

[SP: 100]

[White Coins: 0]

[Title: None]

[Class: Marksman]

[Legacy: None]

[Legacy Rank: No Legacy]

[STR: 0] - Strength

[AGI: 0] - Agility

[VIT: 0] - Vitality

[STA: 0] - Stamina

[PRE: 0] - Precision

[CHA: 0] - Charm

''These are your stats. Every class has a different special stat, and your special stat is Precision!'' The woman said.

Isaac nodded and started placing his stats quickly.

The woman looked confused, ''What are you doing? Shouldn't you at least think about it?! Where you place your stat points is crucial!''

''Done,'' Isaac said, ignoring the shocked woman.

''Why did I get this moron...'' The woman sighed.

The Interface had now changed.

[Name: Wraith]

[Level: 1]

[HP: 25/25]

[XP: 0/50]

[SP: 0]

[White Coins: 0]

[Title: None]

[Class: Marksman]

[Legacy: None]

[Legacy Rank: No Legacy]

[STR: 9] - Strength

[AGI: 20] - Agility

[VIT: 15] - Vitality

[STA: 16] - Stamina

[PRE: 30] - Precision

[CHA: 10] - Charm

Isaac nodded, he was pleased with his decision.

''Are we done here?'' Isaac asked.

The woman was still massaging her temples, not even looking at his stats, ''Yes...''

*Snap*

She snapped her fingers, and Isaac's figure began to fade. He soon turned into a shimmer and disappeared from the small garden.

The woman lazily fell onto her chair, took a few deep breaths, and enjoyed the calm of the surrounding nature.

Her reprieve was quickly interrupted.

A black portal materialized in the garden.

The woman watched as an older man appeared, staring at her angrily.

''Khione!'' The old man shouted.

Khione instantly stood up and saluted, ''Old geezer, what do you want!''

The old man chopped her head, ''Call me by my name!''

Khione clicked her tongue, ''Fine... Boreas.''

Boreas nodded, ''How was the young man?''

Khione clicked her tongue, ''Why did I get retarded one?''

''Retarded?'' Boreas looked at her strangely, ''He was supposed to be a brilliant individual.''

Khione looked at him with narrowed eyes, ''... Are you sure about that?''

Boreas nodded, ''He was a very sharp individual.''

Khione then went blank— she gritted her teeth, ''THAT FUCKING CUNT! HE WAS MAKING FUN OF ME!''

She started stomping on the nearby flowers, taking her anger out on the beautiful garden.

Boreas rolled his eyes and stopped her rampage, ''Calm down, you are Goddess. Act like it.''

Khione gritted her teeth and tromped toward the black portal.

Boreas wiped the sweat from his forehead and followed behind the angry Goddess.