4 Eyes of a Gamer (1/2)
You were alarmed by the voice in your head. What you have said inside the café was in the heat of the moment. You didn't really mean what you had said, at least not until you fully understand what you were wagering.
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As soon as the system announced zero, your eyes widened in shock and surprise – and fear. Your brain felt a massive jolt. You fell backward against the door of the café, shattering the glass panel with your body. Many customers rushed to your aid as your mind slipped into unconsciousness.
You didn't know how long had passed when you opened your eyes. Everything in front of your eyes was foggy. Your ears were also ringing. You couldn't hear anything anyone said, but from the people-shaped silhouettes in front of you, they appeared to be yelling at you.
”Can you hear me?” one of the older customers shouted.
”He's coming to. Give him some room,” another customer called out. He backed away from you along with many of his drinking buddies.
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What game, you pondered as your hearing returned slowly.
”What happened?” you asked and tried to focus your eyes. Whatever had happened minutes ago had stunned you and paralyzed all your senses.
”He must have passed out from the shock,” Thomas said flatly as he towered over you. You narrowed your eyes at your so-called rival. There was strange outline over his body, and his clothes seemed to be flickering.
”Don't bother with him,” your agent said from the side as more people constantly checked you over and making sure you were okay. One even gave you a slap across the face to wake you up from the daze. ”Let's us return to our discussion. The CAA will soon sign a formal contract with me. It will help me developed a good future for your career.”
Thomas smirked. ”Did you hear that? My agent had just won a supporting role for me. Unlike you, my future will be awesome.”
”Give it a rest, Neo,” you snorted as you rubbed your eyes and tried to stand up. The dizziness was beginning to fade, but your vision hadn't fully returned. ”Just because I don't have any lines or frontal shot in any of my roles, it doesn't mean I'm a complete loser.”
”You are a complete loser. Want to be a director? Dream on. I'm telling you now, your agent only signs you up because your family have a good relationship with George Lucas. It's not because you have any talents,” Thomas sneered.
”Right, Neo,” you said. ”I'm sure it wasn't because of your father is the executive vice president of –
”It's because I have talent and the potential to be a superstar!” Thomas shouted. He waved his hand and changed the subject. ”When you used underhand tactics to squeeze me out of that grand prize –