Attackers Win!
Came the sound of a mechanical Agent. Yes, you must have realized what I was playing. Valorant.
Yes the one whose show we've been demanding for years, but Riot just refused to give it to us. I am a college student trying to start up as an author. And sometimes, when I'm frustrated. I shove everything aside and fire up Valorant. It's amazing how these little cinematics and broken references can create so much lore.
I very much wanted to know the lore. What I did not want was to experience it firsthand.
All of a sudden the mirror in my hostel room started vibrating. At first I thought it was an Earthquake, but as soon as I wore my shoes, it started glowing too.
I know you all will say, Be smart, don't touch the strange glowing mirror. And yes, I was smart. But my friends weren't. I didn't touch it. But as soon as I opened the door, a water balloon smashed right into my face. I staggered back and accidentally put my hand on the mirror, which sucked me in and threw me into this stupid white floating space.
I think I met a soul burning into fragments as I journeyed here. I couldn't see his face, though. But I heard him, or her, the voice was neutral or maybe I was too disoriented.
"Do what I cannot."
I stumbled and fell right into a busy road.
I regained my balance only to see an oncoming truck. I screamed like a girl. I'm not proud of it as a 21-year-old man, but I screamed. And that's the truth. But truck-kun didn't end my spree in this new world.
There was a burst of wind. And suddenly I was at the other side of the sidewalk, crashing into a wall as the truck swerved. There was a screech of brakes as it ground to a halt a little bit away.
"What the fuck, just happened?"
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It took me a moment to orient myself and take a good look at my beautiful saviour. She was about my height and had pure white hair. But more importantly, I knew her. From the game Valorant. She was VP09 Jett!
(VP No. are the recruitment numbers of Valorant Protocol agents.)
She was saying something. But I couldn't understand any of it. Not just because she was speaking Korean, which was also a factor, considering I didn't know Korean. But more because of the surreal experience of having a fucking Valorant Agent come to life right in front of my eyes.
"Jett?" I instinctively spoke her name out loud. This caused her to freeze.
What on Earth? And how was I 20 feet away in a matter of half a second? Was I dreaming? I should wake up in a while, right? But before I could think too much. The bruise on my head from smashing into the wall pulsed, and my world went black.
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I woke up in a cell. Yes, in a cold, dark cell with my hands chained to the table. I tried to sit up, but my legs were chained too. I looked around the dim cell to see any signs of life or something. But all I saw was the walls of the cell. There was a one-way observation window to my left, and a water purifier behind me in the corner.
Other than that. Nothing. I waited for a few minutes. Perhaps someone will come in to explain all this shit when nobody came. I chose to organize my thoughts.
I was in my room, my mirror pulsed. And then all of a sudden I was here. In this place. Where Jett is real. Which means I was in Alpha Earth from the famous Valorant. As an avid LN reader, I was familiar with Transmigration as a trope. But this was something else. I still had my own body. I wasn't dead. But I was in this world. Why was I here? And how?
Most importantly, did I have any powers or a golden Finger? Because the creators hadn't released the story of this place. So I had absolutely zero advantage by the method of the plot.
Omega Earth wants to steal Alpha Earth's Radianite using a gadget called the Spike. And that's all. What little lore we did know all came from broken cinematics and agent trailers. And that wasn't much. Just irrelevant bits and pieces.
All I know is this. It is the world of the near future. It runs on Radianite. After an event called the First Light, it became a relevant and widely known resource. Kingdom Corp, or K-Corp, used it to take over the entire energy sector. And then branched out into everything. They weren't Overlords yet, but they were close. Radianite war is an existential-level threat. The fighting is with a parallel version of this world, Omega Earth, with Kingdom Industries(K-Ind) in charge. There are a few minor changes, but it's more or less the same.
Before I could continue my thoughts. The door opened.
A middle-aged military commander with an orange beret walked in with a file in hand. He had a heavy beard and was built like a truck. I was honestly not sure if he hit the truck I was saved from, will it be worse for him or the truck? More importantly. He was another person I knew. Well, another character I knew. Brimstone, an Ex-Military commander from the USA. He had a career in messy wars and black-ops before he got his current designation, VP01, Leader of the Valorant Protocol.
He threw the file on the table and lazily sat down.
"So, kid, let's start with the basics. Who the hell are you?"
I looked from his face to the file and then back again. "Didn't you find out from my file?"I assumed it to be mine.
"I tried, but I still don't know. And that's what worries me, kid."
I felt a bit confused. "You don't know who I am, or you don't know how to read?"
A derisive, smug snort came through the speaker. "I like this one."