Special Privilege Granted
TING!
TING!
The rare moment of his solace was abruptly disturbed by the persistent chime of notifications that kept ringing from both his computer and smartphone.
"First this game, who keeps getting in my way from having a single picture, and now this fraudster who proclaims himself as the creator and keeps sending me emails for God knows why? Just how does this guy even get my mail account, even after I created a new account and deleted my previous one?" The man said while pinching the bridge of his nose, his voice laced with irritation.
The reason the man called the mailer a fraudster was that even though he managed to achieve the Best Perfect Ending, he never once attempted a speedrun. It took him nearly a week to complete one single run that covered the entire main story.
He was never the kind to be interested in things like world records or tournaments. He played the game for its thrill, excitement in the plot twists, and high graphics. Never once did he care about the special privilege mentioned by the creator during the release. That was also why he managed to achieve every single achievement obtainable in the game, including hidden ones and easter eggs.
It's because of the depth of knowledge the man had on the game made it possible for him to unlock the hidden final boss. Something Normal-speed runners could only dream of.
The man opened the mailbox only to find over 1000+ unread emails from a single sender known as the 'Creator'. He opened one of the recent emails to read its contents: -
Congratulations, Gamer, for playing The New Era of Heroes and achieving the Best Perfect Ending! For claiming the special privilege, we ask that you share the details of how you managed to achieve the Best Perfect Ending.
"Same thing as always and why are you even asking me for the details when you are the goddamn Creator? A Fraudster really thinks I will reveal the path to my beautiful Goddess." Said the man in a sarcastic tone.
The man even though at an age where one can easily distinguish between fantasy and reality, still fell deeply in love with a 2D Character. The society would say it was odd, even unhealthy. Well, he never once cared about the judgment of society. What can we even comment about the mind of someone who remained holed up within the confines of four walls for the majority of his life?
TING!!
TING!!
The emails were still coming.
"I had enough of ignoring and remaining silent." muttered the man as he opened the latest email and started typing his response.
YOU BASTARD OF A FRAUDSTER who claims to be the 'CREATOR' was the Heading he chose for the email.
You incompetent, impotent fraudster, if only you worked hard in bed instead of wasting your time sending all these fucking emails you would have been a great husband or a boyfriend but here you are licking my...CENSORED.
After about 10 minutes of intense typing and writing vulgarity that kept getting worse with each sentence, the man finally vented out all his frustrations and sent the mail.
"HEHEHE!" the man let out a dark chuckle.
"I wonder how he'll feel when he reads this after sending more than 1000 emails". He could feel an odd sense of triumph imagining the fraudster's reaction of disbelief and anger when he read this email.
The man then got up from his seat and raised his hands above his head, stretching his body and easing the tension on his back muscles. He moved towards his bed while drinking the half-empty can of beer.
"I'll go for another run after sleepin…" the man was muttering to himself as his vision suddenly blacked out for a split second and then returned to normal.
"What was that? This is not my first time doing a long gaming session." said the man out loud, cold sweats running down his entire body. The sudden rush of unease sharpened his senses, and he felt something was odd, his drowsiness vanishing entirely.
The man turned his head, first to the right, then to the left, scanning the room. Nothing seemed out of place. The familiar surroundings - his dimly lit room, the desk with his gaming setup, the pyramid of empty cans with a whiskey bottle on top.
The man then sniffed the beer and thought "This is stuff that I usually drink, I can just tell by the bitter smell. But since when did I start suffering from blackouts?"
Suddenly, a tightening sensation gripped his chest, pressing against his ribs. The air felt thicker now, harder to breathe, and the unease deepened into something far more intense. His stomach churned violently, and before he could react, a wave of nausea overwhelmed him. Words would not come out of his mouth anymore, his throat felt blocked, and then he vomited on the spot. He couldn't understand why something like this happening to him.
UGH!
The tightening grew intense with each passing second. It felt as if another being was clenching his heart, squeezing it mercilessly. The difficulty in breathing increased, he could no longer feel his body being able to withstand its weight upon two legs, and he fell on the floor.
Lying on the cold floor, surrounded by the mess of his vomit, the man felt utterly helpless. The man saw the visions of his life passing before his eyes. His days of schooling, the day when he lost everything, the day he decided to become an online streamer, and lastly, the happiness when he completed his first best run. He could no longer feel anything, he felt relieved not feeling the pain and enjoyed every single one of his moments.
"I… hope… it's …one … HUFF… of those…" the man muttered with great difficulty as his vision was engulfed with darkness, he then let off a smirk and exhaled his last breath.
SILENCE
The entire room was silent after the man's death but then a change occurred. His desktop screen started flickering as if it was having a connection problem. Then, without warning, the screen turned a blinding white, flooding the room with an unnatural glow, and black words started to appear.
SPECIAL PRIVILEGE IS BEING GRANTED
CERTAIN CHANGES ARE BEING MADE BY THE DEITY DUE TO THE ATROCITIES COMMITTED BY THE USER.
Let's see…. How… call… me… Fraudster… this.
With a sudden, deafening blast, the monitor exploded, sending out shards of metal and glass everywhere. And then, like a chain reaction, every single electrical appliance in the room started to malfunction and explode, resulting in the room catching fire. The series of events went so naturally as if the man's presence that existed within the small space was being erased from the world. However, the man was not alive to witness such things.