When my eyes opened, I was inside a large plastic container with a comfortable seat inside. Wait, a plastic container? I looked around and it reminded me of something that was deeply engraved into my memory. It was the Divinity capsule! Why am I here? What is going on?

“Akio! You forgot my breakfast again and went into that stupid game! Just wait for dad to return, then he’ll show you!” said an incredibly familiar voice.

It was Hakimi, my little sister from back on Earth. Wait! Back on Earth? Where else would I be? Right here of course.

“Right, I’ll be right there”

Feeling a little disoriented, I lazily climbed out of the capsule and made my way to the kitchen. My entire body feels drained of energy, like I just woke up from a very long dream.

*Yawnnnn*

“Stop yawning and start cooking Akio, I’m very hungry!”

“Yes, yes. Anything for my little sister.”

“…”

“Why aren’t you talking Hakimi? What happened? Was I being too cringy?”

[SM: Ah yes, a truly cringeworthy dialogue of cringiness]

Turning around, I saw Hakimi sitting in her seat, with her head tilted down, and her straight black hair covering her face like a curtain. Reminded me of…

Just as I was remembering what it reminded me of, her head began to rise in an oddly slow pace. When her head was almost upright, I would see her nose sticking out of her hair. However, something was wrong! It was pale, paler that what a human’s skin should be. Was she scared? No that can’t be.

Thinking about her skin, she suddenly twitched, and some of her hair shifted, thinning out the curtain of hair enough for me to barely make out her face. She seemed normal, beside the fact that her skin was white, and her eyes where closed. Trying to get a closer look, I moved closer.

As soon as I took a step, her eyes opened. Seeing such eyes that I’ve never seen before, I retreated back two steps, hitting the table behind me where I was making pancakes. Those eyes that were beyond comprehension, pure golden eyes, which seemed to almost glow. Almost as if it were releasing something to capture your soul.

What was it releasing? Gold? Sparkles? Energy?!

“Wa…”

Was it some form of energy? But no such energy is known to man in this world! But wait. What if it is not? What if it is something else?

“Wait here”

“..ke Up…”

Saying this I ran straight towards my room and swung the door open. There it was. My divinity capsule. Reading the slogan I wrote on it when I first began my gaming in the capsule I remembered.

“Let the mana be with you”

Mana! That’s it! She was releasing mana! Not from this world, but from Nezreal. Then this can’t be real. I have to break free!

“…Jon!”

A few minutes ago…

“Are you sure it is in this inn boss?”

“You stupid fool, it is. Sa- I mean the boss told us to get rid of the three kids participating in the tournament”

“And that is why we hired master Gucci right?”

“Yes, master Gucci is a level 4 status mage, specialising in illusion magic. He is the best of the best.”

Moving closer to master Gucci, the person in question whispered, “Uhm master?”

“What is it Som?”

“We were just wondering about the master’s awesomeness.”

“And?”

“And is it possible to let us know the awesome spell you would be using this time?”

“Hmm. Since you are all dying to know, let this enlightened one tell you. I will be using my latest masterpiece. After a year of hard work, I was finally able to learn this spell with a success ratio of 20 %. Although it uses 1/4th of my mana, it has a very useful property, being that it will not wear off, unless the target is of a higher mana level than me. What the spell does is that it traps the target of my spell in a dream world of their own making, one from which they will never wake up. Once my spell is active, all you have to do is go in there and stab the targets. Simple. Do you understand?”

“Yes yes… mostly.”

“Then get your commoner asses to work! And let me concentrate on my spell”

…

After a while, Gucci finally spoke the spell’s chant after constructing the mana structure;

“Gang…Spend ten racks on a new chain…My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh…I f*ck a bitch, I forgot her name…I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring…Rather go and buy Balmains”

With this, the spell was activated and the assassins entered Jon, Krog and Hein’s rooms through their windows.

Although Jon had anticipated something similar and put up an alarm spell for when a mana signature gets close enough, it did not ring.

It turned out that assassins are trained to emit little to no mana while on missions. Else they would not be able to enter the assassin’s guild in the first place.

When the blade was an inch away from Jon’s neck, something changed.

The air itself began vibrating in patterns. Almost as if it was breathing. This left the assassin motionless from the tremendous shock.

Suddenly, Jon’s body began to emit a soft golden glow, as he began to be hoisted into the air.

A voice rang out inside the room, followed by successive thunder and lightning.

“This boy shall not be harmed by you this day!” said an elderly voice, with an overbearing presence, demanding respect from all mortals around.

This was followed by a blinding light.

The next thing the assassin saw was Jon standing on his bed, with a fireball in his hand, aimed at him.