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Unlucky?Player

Nyctophobia. Intense fear of the darkness or of the Night. It was unexplainable, unfortunately, Luke had no real reason or understanding of what caused this. He was called the unluckiest man alive, but at the same time, he had the ability to conquer most of what was thrown at him. Bored of what this reality had to offer him, Luke was ecstatic to see what Gensis2076 would show him. It was a VRMMORPG created by genius scientist Kenny Smith. It was a game like no other, it was more than realistic. Luke saw this as an opportunity to escape from his rather stagnant lifestyle. Unfortunately for him, no matter where he went, along with his best friend, the only other thing that would follow him was his horrible luck. He had the ability to face off against anything, but what could he do when he was partnered with the one thing he feared the most, the Night. Current Release rate: 3 chapters a week For any queries-mythical.rebirth105@gmail.com Discord- Lil Uzi Hurt#3988 Also, I'm not a professional author and don't consider myself anywhere close to one as well, as I continue to write I can assure you my quality will improve (^_^) // // // Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The cover picture is not owned by me, email me if you want it taken down (^-^)

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99)I was asleep.

'It is definitely weird...it has been what? a few months? then what's with this feeling of familiarity? as if I've been doing this for years...no decades, there, he's throwing that left hook again, he hasn't even moved his arm but I can feel it, it's most definitely going to be a left hook, just like how I can feel the energy in me, flowing, moving, overcoming, I can....at least it feels like I can see the energy in his body, moving around. But he's doing it all wrong, the energy isn't tranquil... it's rebelling, the energy from different parts of his body are all clashing against each other, it's not peaceful, it's not beautiful, it's not...familiar' The boy thought as he leaned forward to taunt the left hook he expected but he moved back ever so slightly, his eyes slowly following the hook as it reached the end of its trajectory.