The Kingmaker: Legend of the Undefeated Commander
"Saras Gayen! Are you reading those dusty old books again?" Nina Gayen's shout preceded her entrance as she banged open the door to her son's room. As she expected, she found Saras sitting on his bean bag, holding a paperback copy of World History: The Ancient Civilizations. She snatched the book from his hands and tossed it into the pile of other books covering a range of topics from politics to economics related to Earth. "Look at Ellie's daughter, Stivi. She has already reached Level 3 in the Dreamverse VR within two hours of its launch. Why are you still lounging at home?" "I am not lounging! I am studying History…" Saras protested, looking at the book pile before turning his gaze towards his mother. She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at him as if he had committed a grave sin by not entering the game as soon as it was launched. "You are turning 25 this year. If you don't play the Dreamverse VR now and join a good guild, how will you find a wife?" Thus started his journey as he once again navigated the VR scene through the mysterious game Dreamverse VR that was said to hold the keys to Human Evolution.
Calm before the Storm
The soft glow of dawn had turned into the bright light of the morning but Samar's training still continued. The Archer was much more exhausted mentally than he was physically, due to immense consumption of his concentration.
Beads of sweat drops formed on his forehead as everything disappeared from his vision except for the tiny red dot on the wooden bark a hundred meters away.
Thwip!
The arrow arced through the air and embedded itself into the wooden bark, its tail quivering from tension. Samar wiped the sweat on his eyebrows and looked expectantly at Neil standing beside him.
"You hit all ten targets perfectly in three minutes," Neil evaluated with satisfaction, and his stern look finally relaxed. Showing a rare smile, he complimented, "Not bad!"
Neil led Samar to rest in the shade, knowing how taxing this exercise could be on his concentration. As they rested, he could see discontentment on his son's face and he could not help but tease him.