chapter 94 message FROM college

Ethan stared at the message on his screen, his brows furrowing in disbelief.

[Notification: Your semester break is over. Please report to college. Second-year classes will begin soon.]

That was fine. Expected, even. But then—

[Your results have been released: You have failed 4 subjects.]

Ethan's smirk instantly vanished. His jaw clenched as he reread the message, hoping he had misread it.

Failed.

Four subjects.

A heavy sigh left his lips as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "What kind of joke is this…?" he muttered under his breath.

It wasn't as if he had expected great grades—he had barely attended classes, after all—but four failed subjects? That was worse than he thought.

His mind quickly ran through the implications.

Retakes.

Extra tuition fees.

Possible loss of credits.

And worst of all—dealing with professors who already thought he was a lost cause.

His phone buzzed again.

[Reminder: Students who have failed more than 3 subjects must meet with their academic advisor upon returning.]

Ethan scoffed. "Great. Just great."

Before, this would have stressed him out, maybe even sent him into a spiral of worry. But now?

Now, he was making thousands of credits through Eldoria.

Now, he wasn't desperate for a degree to survive.

Now… the game mattered more than college.

Still, it wasn't something he could ignore.

Stella was already working under corporate slavery for 5K credits a month. He knew what would happen if he dropped out completely—he'd be treated like an idiot who wasted his education. His parents would lose it if they found out.

He needed to be smart.

"I'll just… deal with it when I get there," he muttered, closing the message.

For now, there were more important things to focus on.

Ethan's fingers clenched around his phone as he stared at the college notification.

Holidays are over. Please report back to campus.

Your second year will begin soon.

Results: You have failed 4 subjects.

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. Four failed subjects.

If this were his previous life, he would have been panicking right now—rushing to find tutors, begging professors for extra credit, and stressing over how to balance coursework with the demands of his guild.

But this wasn't his past life.

This time, he remembered everything.

And he remembered how college had been nothing but a waking nightmare.

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The Hell of His Previous Life

At first, he had thought college would be a new start. A place to build his future, make connections, and find some direction in life.

Reality was crueler.

The lectures were mind-numbingly dull. The professors barely cared. The assignments felt like pointless busywork, designed to drain his energy rather than teach him anything useful.

Worse, his so-called classmates were nothing more than vultures—fake smiles on their faces, always waiting for someone to slip up so they could climb higher.

And Ethan?

He had been just another nameless face in the crowd, desperately trying to keep up, struggling to balance the suffocating workload while still making time for the only thing that gave him relief—gaming.

That was how he had ended up joining Pink Solution.

At first, it had seemed like an opportunity.

A mid-tier guild with corporate backing, promising stable earnings and professional management. They had claimed to treat players like assets, offering sponsorships and structured growth plans.

And, like a fool, Ethan had believed them.

He had signed their contract.

He had sold his freedom for a steady paycheck and a shot at making a name for himself.

Only to realize, too late, that he had become nothing but a slave.

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The Nightmare of Pink Solution

They had promised a guild that valued its players. Instead, he had been thrown into an exploitative system where:

Every gold coin he earned was taxed.

He had to follow strict orders, farming endlessly without a break.

Quotas had to be met, or he would face penalties.

And worst of all?

They controlled his in-game identity.

He wasn't allowed to make independent deals, trade freely, or even interact with outsiders without permission. Every rare drop he found, every hard-earned item—it all belonged to them.

And if he tried to leave?

They would brand him a traitor, blacklist him from major guilds, and ensure that no one would ever hire him again.

At college, he was just another failing student, drowning in deadlines.

In Pink Solution, he was just another disposable worker, grinding away for someone else's profit.

Trapped in two hells at the same time.

By the time he had realized the truth, it was already too late.

The contract had bound him completely, and the only way out was to quit the game entirely—throwing away everything he had worked for.

And in the end, when Evolution 1 started, Pink Solution had simply collapsed.

The higher-ups hoarded resources, the top players betrayed them, and the ordinary members were left to rot.

Ethan had been one of them.

Left to die, abandoned by the very people he had once trusted.

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The Present—A Second Chance

Ethan exhaled sharply, dragging himself back to the present.

This time, things were different.

This time, he wasn't just another naive college student, blindly following the system.

He wasn't some exploited grunt, selling his soul to a corrupt guild.

He was already making 20K credits a day—more than most corporate employees. He had gold coins, powerful potions in production, and secret alliances forming.

He was no longer a pawn.

He was the one moving the pieces.

As for college?

It was nothing more than an inconvenience.

A place he would tolerate for now, just to keep up appearances. But the moment Evolution 1 began?

He would never look back.

Note : college a bad feeling personal option don't follow me just follow your instinct .