First Login

Uravis woke up the next day to the warmth of the sun peeking through the window, casting a soft glow on Claire's cozy cottage and into the room he slept in. He stretched out his arms, feeling the softness of the bed beneath him.

A yawn escaped his lips as he swung his legs over the side, his feets dangling the air, the he got up from the bed, stretching out his sore limbs. He staggered to the bathroom, the effect of walking for a long time the previous day now visible on him.

Eye bags, red and sore eyes, his legs ached as well as his arms. Then his back. He just wanted to lay in a tub of cold water for more then twenty four hours.

With his eyes half closed, he turned on the faucet to fill the tub with warm water and stripped naked, immersing himself in the warm liquid that covered his body from his chest down. He let out a sigh, feeling his muscles relax as he allowed his mind to unwind.

He could remember the bath he had yesterday, the warm liquid sinking into his skin and calming every nerves, but that was nothing close to the bath he would take. Slow and unforgettable.

After an hour of letting his body rejuvenate fully, he wrapped himself in a towel and made his way back to the bedroom. There he met a neatly folded set of grey pants and a hoodie on a table that he had not noticed earlier, clothes that he soon found out was perfectly his size.

Then he made his way to the kitchen while struggling to pull the hoodie over his head, arriving there he was hit with the irresistible aroma of freshly baked bread and cup of steaming hot tea wavering in the air.

He silently walked over to the table, his stomach growling hungrily as he moved closer, His eyes went over the setting, till they stopped on the note Claire had left on the table.

'Help yourself, Uravis. And also do not forget, This is your home now,' he read what was written on the note, in his head and chuckled softly.

"I might as well, do as she says," He uttered and picked up an apron, slipped into it and started preparing his breakfast. He cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them together with a few seasonings; salt and pepper mainly, and then heated a pan on the stove.

The sizzle of the eggs filled the air, he even found himself salivating at the wonderful aroma of fried eggs. When he had finished eating, and he savouring each bite, feeling grateful for Claire's kindness.

He could not even remember the last time he had such a well cooked meal, Home baked bread and tea, instead of pizza, coffee or meals prepared by restaurants that he had delivered to his house. Just thinking about made him laugh.

With his hunger satisfied, Uravis decided to help out around the house, since it was the least he could do. He grabbed a small piece of cloth he saw, hung where he found the apron. He began cleaning the surfaces.

From the kitchen counter, to the shelves, the cupboards, the plates and utensils racks, then to the sink where he thoroughly scrubbed and cleaned every Nook and cranny of it.

Then he moved to cleaning the furnitures, something he would not do, especially when he lived in a two bedroom apartment with his sister, and had never even used the living room.

As a gamer, he spent most of his time in his room. He would wake up, set up his desk and take a bath. Order food and start practicing or playing games with his teammates. Sometimes he played in small competitions between his team and others, and then get rewards of not less than a hundred thousand dollars sent to him for winning.

Going to the living room only meant he wanted to watch the matches of other gamers in order to learn their methods of playing. But asides that, nothing else would make him leave his room.

Even the food he ordered were brought through his bedroom window, and since he was living in a flat without other floors blow or above, he had easy access to anything.

After cleaning up, he began exploring Claire's house, his curiosity getting the better of him. He found himself in her study, where there were books laying around, most of them were abandoned and left open, with dust covering the texts and others had cobwebs all over.

"I wonder if she has ever been in here," He said, speaking to no one in particular. "Four months or so," he added, wiping off dirt from the desk. His brows furrowed when he came across a book titled Ascender Games and decided to look though it.

However, he was disappointed thirty minutes later, when he saw that the book had nothing that would give him a clue about how he would return home. He flung the book into a corner out of anger, and collapsed on the sofa, gazing up at the white, spotless ceiling.

Uravis scanned the cozy atmosphere, his fingers itching since he had been away from his system and games for too long. He was slowly becoming bored, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But as he sat there, his mind wandered back to what Arkeia had said while he was at the grand hall.

"A Login skill," he mumbled, raising his hands to see if there was a writing on it like he saw in most movies.

One thing he was certain about was that he had no random lines on his body, indicating the number of lives he had left, and he was relieved. Having a mark on his skin was a thing he never liked, talk more if it representing the number of lives one had.

Ever since he left the grand hall, his mind continuously went to the so called login skill, but he had no idea how he would use it, thus letting it escape him. He got up and walked back to the room he woke up in, then he closed the door behind him.

He sat down on the bed, crossed his legs and took a deep breath. With his eyes closed, he focused on the energy within him, energy he doubted he had. But he did what he saw his avatars do in games.

Stay focused and charge up.

"Login," he whispered, feeling an unfamiliar surge of power stir within him, at the center of his brows, where people believed the third eyes was positioned, and at the center of his chest.

The room around him began to blur, but then a screen appeared before him, hovering in the air, and casting a faint blue light around the room.

Uravis eyes snapped open, his eyes widening as he stared at the holographic screen before him. He cautious raised his hand, deciding to scroll through the screen, and luckily it responded.

He scrolled through the options, his heart racing with excitement that had suddenly rose from nowhere, replacing his disappointment in himself.

"This is even better than a computer screen," He exclaimed, still scrolling through the options that he was yet to understand. He eyes finally landed on an avatar.

Drakonis, a warrior avatar that seemed to have all his status on a full bar.

He heaved a sigh and whispered, after realizing earlier that he could say what he wanted, if it was related to his skills or ability. "Drakonis," he picked his avatar and almost immediately the screen flashed.

Uravis felt himself transforming, his body glowing with an ethereal blue light. His body grew taller, with a better build, his clothes was replaced with a black pant that felt like skinny jeans he saw his peers wore.

And a top that was oversized, it felt like a sack, cut recklessly, with a sword and dagger holster around his waist. In his hand was a slick black sword that looked like the night sky, and like darkness itself, it did not reflect any light.

Uravis recognized him all too well, a powerful warrior from his game, one of the avatars he picked during the online tournament.

He transformed, mysteriously to his game character, Drakonis.