Compensation

He jumped up and sat down on his bed. He wasn't sure if he believed the message, but the person who messaged him was NightBee, one of his few friends within the game. She was a mysterious friend who was always there every time he needed a tandem.

She was also the person who recommended him to buy that expensive item so that he could get into the top ranked players. Now he regretted that he followed her because he could have spent that money on something more important. However, he couldn't blame her for what happened because none of them knew that the game would be shut down the next day.

Nevertheless, for him, NightBee was a good ally.

There were many times they teamed up in PVP (player versus player) fights and on the grinding map. And they were also quite familiar with each other's skills, so they were already used to teaming up. Thanks to it they often won in team fights.

His doubt was because even for him NightBee was a trusted friend in the game, this was the first time he had received a message from her that was not within the game. However, there was no point if he just stared at the message.

He used 'her' in describing NightBee because she once told him about her gender. But Ranz was not the type of player who would care about things such as a player's gender, especially when it was inside a game where everyone could fake it.

In short, everyone could be a 'trap'. Regardless, he played the game just to mine real money.

Ranz's fingers quickly typed the message.

<<Ranz: [Legit?]

He asked the sender. Just seconds later after he sent the question, his smartphone rang again.

Beep!

When he checked it, as expected, it was from NightBee.

>>NightBee: [Yes, here is the link: http//: xxxxxx…]

It was followed by a few more notifications.

Beep!

>>NightBee: [Click the link and follow the steps.]

Beep!

>>NightBee: [It was posted on their page so it should be legit. Many players already commented in the thread, especially the top players. Anyway, click the link, hurry! There's your chance to own a set of Advance Neuralink Device for free!]

Reading it, his heart skipped a beat.

Beep!

>>NightBee: [By the way, only top players are qualified to get one! You're lucky to be able to rank at the top just right before the game has shut down. Congrats in advance, FC! See you in the game!]

His heart kept beating faster every second. He even worried that he might need to see a doctor soon.

She called him FC because he used FriedChicken as a character name in his previous game. Ranz believed cool names could not make your character stronger. It might even be a reason that others may PK (Player Kill) you.

Her message was full of cute cheering emojis but Ranz's attention wasn't on them. He was more interested in the content of the message.

It wasn't like he wasn't interested in a relationship. He was, in fact, interested in having a girlfriend. However, (Insert a sad song) life was hard for him as no one seemed interested in him in real life.

Even in school, Ranz's existence was comparable to a mob character.

Inside the game, there were some players who wanted to meet him in real life, but Ranz didn't want to disappoint them when they met and they found out he wasn't what they expected.

Ranz could be considered a popular player in that game, so it was natural that many would be interested in him.

However, as stated above, he didn't want to disappoint them when they learned that he wasn't a cool and super handsome person in real life. It was hard to meet someone when their expectations towards you were already above the roof beforehand. There was a high risk of disappointment when they already set a high standard on you before the meet-up.

Ranz wasn't ugly in fact but never mind.

Among all the female friends he met in-game, only at NightBee, he feels at ease. Not because of their closeness, but because she wasn't pestering him into meeting in real life. She was just like him— their focus was only on the game.

Anyway,

He hasn't seen NightBee in person yet, so he may be a fat man with a mustache behind his cute female character.

Nonetheless, after reading NightBee's message, he thought for a moment, 'I see. Just reading her message, I can tell that she's also going to play the full dive game… or maybe she's already there.'

Ranz mulled, 'I will lose nothing if I follow her. And even if someone tried to hack me, I have nothing to worry about because nothing can be taken from me in the first place.'

Although he was a top player inside the game, in real life, he was an ordinary high school student, who had slightly better academic grades. And now, he was facing a great trial, financial problem.

<<Ranz: [Thanks, NB. I'll be checking it now.]

After sending his reply, he hit the link NightBee gave him. He was immediately taken to the official page of the game, where he saw the post and read the comments of the top players.

Ranz immediately commented as well. Less than a minute later, he received a reply instructing him what to do.

Ranz quickly typed a message like a horse's hoofs rapidly hitting the ground. His chest was pounding like a thief who was chased by a policeman.

The uncontrollable shaking of his hands almost dropped his smartphone on the floor.

Ranz greeted his teeth.

He can't lose!

He must persevere!

He must suppress this emotion of great excitement that wanted to burst out as if a time bomb was about to explode!

In reality, he needed to clear his mind and send an email calmly.

After typing the message, he checked it several times before sending it. He wanted to confirm that he typed them correctly.

Ranz:

[Character Name: FriedChicken

Character Level: 1000

Server: 118 Sticky White

Player's Personal Information:

Name: Ranz M. Triton

Official Address: xxxxx xxx xx

Cell Phone number/Hotline: xxx xxxx xxxx

Email Address: ranz123_hh@...com]

He sent his character information and his personal information to the official email address of the game company.

When he saw the status 'Sent' on his message, he breathed in relief. Now, he just has to wait for their reply.

After less than five minutes, he received their reply confirming that his avail was successful. He needed to wait at least a week to a month for the goods to be delivered to the address he presented.

He punched the air out of excitement. Fwoosh~ But he needed to calm himself seconds later. He felt it was still too early to celebrate.