His obsession lay in strategy-based and MMORPG games, with one particular game holding a special place in his heart - World of Warcraft.
He had been playing both the MMORPG and its predecessors for years, but it was the older franchise, World of Warcraft 3, that truly captivated him.
Luke immersed himself in the intricacies of each race's campaign, carefully building his army and achieving victory after victory with ease.
The screen in front of him displayed a rich world filled with fantastical creatures and epic battles, and he could spend hours lost in this virtual realm.
To Luke, this game was more than just a pastime - it had become his whole life.
…
One fateful night, as Luke delved deep into the realms of World of Warcraft, he noticed something peculiar.
A new quest had appeared on his screen, unlike any he had encountered before.
It was titled "A New Beginning" glowed in an otherworldly font and offered a vague but intriguing description promising to alter the course of their virtual realm.
With trembling fingers, Luke accepted the quest, eager to embark on this journey into the unknown.
As soon as he did, the screen flickered and glitched before enveloping him in a blinding light.
As Luke's eyes adjusted to the light, he found himself lying on a plush carpet in a lavish room.
The walls were adorned with colorful murals and shelves overflowing with expensive toys.
A large, ornate crib sat against one wall, seemingly untouched. But the room was empty, save for the cooing of birds outside the window.
As Luke struggled to sit up, he realized with shock that he was no longer in his own body, but that of a helpless baby.
Panic set in as he tried to remember how he got here and what had happened to his previous self.
Was this some kind of cruel joke or a strange dream?
But the weight of his new body and the unfamiliar surroundings told him otherwise.
He was truly stuck in this infant form and alone in this opulent nursery.
Luke's heart raced as he looked around the room, his mind trying to make sense of the impossible situation he found himself in.
The baby's tiny hands clenched and unclenched, a gesture he was not accustomed to.
He attempted to cry out for help, but all that escaped his lips was a soft, mewling sound.
As he lay there, a sense of dread crept over him.
How would he navigate this new existence as a helpless infant?
What had become of his adult body, his life as a dedicated gamer?
Questions swirled in his mind, unanswered and seemingly unanswerable.
Just then, the door to the nursery creaked open, revealing a figure silhouetted in the doorway.
Luke's heart skipped a beat as a woman entered the room, her face obscured by shadows.
She moved with an air of authority, her steps purposeful yet gentle.
Without a word, she approached him and peered down at Luke with soft adoring
blue eyes.
The woman's gaze held a mix of tenderness and concern as she lifted Luke, cradling him close to her chest.
Her touch was warm and comforting, sending a wave of reassurance through the bewildered gamer trapped in an infant's body.
Luke felt a strange connection to this mysterious woman, as if she held the key to unlocking the secrets of his bizarre predicament.
…
As the woman cradled Luke in her arms, a sense of calm washed over him.
Her soothing presence seemed to dim the fear and confusion that had gripped him just moments before.
She hummed a soft melody, the gentle notes wrapping around Luke like a warm embrace.
Feeling a newfound sense of trust towards this enigmatic figure, Luke gazed up at her face, which was now illuminated by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the window.
Her features were kind and familiar, yet he couldn't place where he had seen her before.
With a voice as gentle as a summer breeze, the woman spoke, "There is much for you to learn and discover in this new world, but know that you are not alone."
Luke listened intently to her words, his mind racing with a whirlwind of questions.
As I stood there, staring into her eyes, a flood of memories rushed back to me.
The way she used to tuck me in at night, reading me bedtime stories with a voice as soothing as a lullaby.
Could it be that this mysterious woman is my biological mother in this world? But that still doesn't answer the question of why I've been reborn here in the first place.
My heart raced with a mixture of fear and longing as I waited for something to happen, to confirm or deny the truth I so desperately sought.
[Welcome to the World of Warcraft!]
[You've been reborn in the Continent of Azeroth.]
[As the Chosen One. The fate of the world rests upon your shoulders, as death and chaos runs rampant throughout the continent.]
Luke's mind reeled at the weight of the words echoing in his head.
The Chosen One? It seemed impossible, absurd even.
How could he, a mere gamer trapped in an infant's body, be tasked with saving an entire world he had only ever known through a screen?
[You have received a System!]
[Activation of the System has commenced!]
[The System began its connection sequence, sending out waves of energy in search of a user.]After a few moments, it made contact and established a connection, completing its activation process.
With a satisfied beep, the System was ready for use.
[Connection completed!]
A vibrant blue screen materialized, its border pulsing with a soft glow.
It was elegant and otherworldly, adding to the mystical feel of the interface.
Drawn to it with a sense of familiarity, he scanned the screen to see it's options.
[Status]
[Inventory] - Locked
[Quest]
[Shop] - Locked
Out of curiosity he chose [Status].
Name: Arthas Menethil
HP: 10
- Stats -
Strength: 1/10 [Tier 1]
Magic: [Locked]
- Skills -
None
- Equipment -
None
A jolt of surprise ran through him as he finally understood the situation unfolding before his eyes.
It was like something out of the countless stories he had read in his free time.
Suddenly, it all made sense: he had been reborn into a fantasy world with a system, tasked with the common trope of saving the world.
And to top it off, it was the world of a video game he was obsessed with.
How cliché can you get?