Are you kidding with me!
But it was real. Orion had to swallow hard when he saw a huge garden gate and the enormous entrance courtyard behind it.
Even if it was a game, walking into a mansion where mega-rich and powerful people could live was nerve-wracking.
"Why are you here?"
An elderly man, dressed like a butler but looking like a soldier at the gate, scrutinized Orion from head to toe.
With his glasses and the thin chain going behind his right ear, his bowtie, and the tail of his coat hanging down from his backside, he had an exaggerated appearance even among middle-class tea butlers.
"I was looking for my dorm room, but I think I came to the wrong place." Orion spoke in an unintentionally formal and respectful tone. Despite being a white-haired old man, the gaze of this NPC was very intimidating.
"Mr. Vale?"
"My name is Orion. Am I in the right place?"
"Hmm."
Although Orion was talking to a game character, his hairs stood on end for a reason he couldn't understand.
The elderly Butler looked at the S on Orion's chest and at his black hair for a few seconds, then gave an order with an emotionless voice.
"Follow me!"
As soon as the Butler turned around, the chair he had been sitting on and the small table with the coffee cup on it disappeared. He spoke softly to Orion as he passed through the giant entrance door and went inside.
"I am responsible for the entire Royal Dorm. If you need anything, you can find me on the ground floor. My name is Sebastian."
Orion involuntarily felt a sense of cringe because the old man's name was too cliché.
Minus points for the game developers.
As the two walked, they passed through a garden that took up an exaggerated amount of space even within the enormous school grounds. The mansion at the end of the garden, which looked giant even from a distance, now looked the size of a castle.
Looked up close, this place is like a kind of giant hotel. So it is really a dorm.
I guess it's not entirely mine.
He silently followed the butler, examining everything interesting around him.
When they reached the entrance of the giant building, they came to a place with many tables, wall cabinets for tools and equipment, and garden decorations. There were many construction materials and small bags on the floor.
Probably small renovations will be done before the schools open.
Orion entered through a giant wooden door and found an entrance hall where two female students were reading books.
Before he could even say hello, he saw the Butler turn into a side corridor and walked after him.
He wanted to finish this tutorial part as soon as possible and take a break from the game. He had a wedding to attend and gifts to give to the newlyweds.
Also, he had been in a game for hours and had to make sure his body was not physically damaged in the real world.
Drinking water is important.
After passing through many corridors and a lot of different functional passages and stairs, they went up to an attic on the top floor.
This place resembled something between a rooftop residence and the top lord's room where lords lived in the Middle Ages. It was a giant attic with its own kitchen, study room, and many other small rooms.
Even the smell of this place brings the word expensive to mind. I have no idea about the game mechanics, but the image quality and details are really great.
But Orion's thoughts about image quality and exiting the game were interrupted. Because when the butler, standing in front of the bedroom, waved his right hand in the air, a paper folder appeared out of nowhere.
The butler, Sebastian, scrutinized Orion with his frightening gaze as he handed him the file.
"Everyone in the S class has the potential to be future leaders of humanity. You will learn the details later in your lessons. Briefly, every S-level student who comes to this building receives one of the lower-level files and chooses a protector for themselves from inside.
The file I gave you and the level of the people inside are the highest level. Choose carefully accordingly. The same person will protect you throughout your entire school life!"
Orion couldn't interrupt to ask a question while the old man was talking. He felt as if he shouldn't speak.
"When you make your choice, dial 9 on the communication portal in your room and tell my secretary. For other needs, you can press 1 on the same device and get information. Be careful!"
The Butler disappeared before Orion could even answer.
They must have a lot of teleportation; everyone uses it extremely often. I wonder if teleportation isn't a rare thing in this game?
Orion was left alone in the dorm room he would use as a home in this game from now on.
He wandered around this attic for a while and then returned to the bedroom.
He jumped on the king-size bed a few times, as he had always wanted to do. It was much more boring than he expected.
He threw himself onto the bed and was happy to finally be alone.
As he lay on the biggest and most comfortable bed he had ever touched, let alone seen, his whole body began to pressure him to sleep.
But with a restless feeling inside him, he pushed all unnecessary things aside and called out.
"System..."
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*Name: Orion
*Gender: Mal-co (Male)
*Type: Humanic (Humanoid)
*Age: 18 (Soul: 30)
*Genetic Heritage: B-46 (Homo Sapiens)
*DNA Details: Locked
*Energy Type: Biological (Carbon-B)
*Esanslar: -
*Racial Details: -
*Creatures : -
*Condition: Healthy
Level: 0
Stat Puanı: 0
Esans Puanı: 0
*Current Physical Details;
-Strength: 5 (+)
-Perception: 5 (+)
-Endurance: 5 (+)
-Charisma: 5 (+)
-Intelligence: 6(+)
-Agility: 5 (+)
-Luck: Locked
There were more things written than before, but the important part was to exit. Orion looked at the main window with great hope but couldn't see any settings button. Then he clicked on the only clickable place, page 2.
A page even smaller but stranger than where the stats were opened.
"Essence Page"
People call the things put in perfumes as essence right?
Do I remember wrong?
I am pretty sure women would call it like "mountain essense" or something.
Since there was nothing about settings or exiting on the newly opened page, he returned to the previous main stat page. Here, apart from the stats from before there was a sub-window at the bottom where notifications were added.
Orion continued to search, thinking he might not be seeing an 'x' mark that was still in front of his eyes. He examined the edges. Then, thinking he was doing something wrong, he tried voice commands.
"I want to exit."
"Throw me out!"
"HEY! END THE GAME!!!"
"Mothe..ckers....aşfsknsgshfsdöh..xxiches!"
Ten minutes passed while he lay on the bed with a few creative curses. He had opened every part of this stupid game window and examined almost everything that could be read.
Are they not letting me leave because the tutorial part isn't finished?_] He whispered to himself, burying his face helplessly in the bed.
Did the game crash?
He mumbled to himself and grabbed a strange pillow behind him, which he guessed was made of large feathers. He put his head on this very clean-smelling cold pillow and, while lying in the middle of the huge bed, he drifted into thought while looking at the ceiling.
The day before I came here, I gave my private lessons. When my lessons with my two students were over, I came home on my motorcycle. I heated up the chicken in the fridge, put it between bread, and ate it.
Then I watched a series on the computer and masturbated. Around 3 AM, I took a sht and immediately brushed my teeth. I turned off the corridor light in front of my mom's room because it was unnecessary. Then I fell asleep watching videos on my phone.*
I am sure I set my phone alarm to wake up around 9 AM before going to bed.
In summary, that's it. But there is nothing about the day I came here. I didn't buy such a game set, and I don't have enough money to buy a VR set anyway.
There must be a gap in my memory, or this game is at a technological level that deliberately prevents me from remembering. I heard Elon Musk was experimenting on brain chips. Are they kidnapping me and experimenting?
But why would they kidnap an unemployed teacher like me, 30 years old, from across continents? That's ridiculous.
I'm probably not even at home, but if I am, there's no one to take off the VR set on my head.
How, when, and why did I fall into this game?
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