I shouted at the twelve-year-old kids and lashed out my frustration at them. I was slowly becoming a horrible person, and I knew it right after I screamed. And that was when I knew I messed up.
Arthur in the game was an embodiment of me I could not become. His eyes struck anyone with lightning the moment girls would see Arthur's body. Even in this online game, those women flocked around my character, asking me about my identity. However, we were miles apart from Arthur from Magique and Arthur "me" in this world.
I continued to fight in that place for ten minutes and finally, an opportunity came where I got a hand grenade from one of my enemies and threw it at a bunch of enemies that came.