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The Player's System

Check out my other story, "My Last Hunt" Gaming is the only common interest. People are steering through the worlds of advance gaming, the competition is never-ending. Only a few games managed to make their mark among billions of users. There was no doubt that those games worth spending time on. The desire to be the ultimate number one raged a cold war and fired the temperature through the roof. Consequently, leading to browbeating and leg pulling. The game 'Sovereign Ruler' was definitely a crowd favourite. The game aided the increment in the gross rate of the company. Patina Lin and Jake Lin, both siblings, played this game.  Patina, the most celebrated player of the game, earned money in various live quests. Jake, unfortunately, couldn't play like an average player let alone a pro one. Because his right hand was defected by birth.  He was sure that he would never be able to become a pro like his older sibling. But then, sadly, Patina Lin committed suicide.  Jake Lin was left all alone in the world to fight away the conspiracies and bullying.  After submitting the missing report he got himself in massive car accident. He was thrown away by the almost fatal accident but surprisingly he made it alive.  A voice welcomed him "Hello Defected Human" upon waking. He looked for the origin of the voice but it didn't belong to the outer world rather it came from his own head. [The cover is temporary and belong to rightful owner. This story is set in alternate world]

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Mace Whore

With the two team members fallen, the team head of the second team ran away. Both injured team members were screaming with the immense pain. They received damage however the realistic pain gave them hellish experience for the first time.

They dragged themselves to make distance from the water cooler. The injured two team members saw the hyper young player from the third team.

There was no mercy in his eyes. His stiff expressions resembled with the legendary killer of some notorious game. It was enough to frighten them down to their bones. He could shoot second bullet, thinking this they dragged as much as they could.

Horror danced in their eyes thinking about the second bullet. They were sure that second bullet would not kill them however imagining the immense suffering made them retreat.