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If you have been sacked by your gaming organization, e-sport manager or your own family then you have come to the right place.

D-gen is a worldwide, crowd-funded organization, home for gamers with professional backgrounds!

In 2067, D-gen has launched the basic membership package, allowing anyone to join the organization’s hot prospects or official fans!

Anyone has the right to support his favorite washed-up gaming idols, or join them!

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D-gen’s Founders chat

NorthHuntress: Wh-who wrote that?

Slavsoul: Kevin. He's quite happy with his recent promotion to admin.

Janus: “Washed-up gaming idols”, ouch.

NorthHuntress: I can’t….

Lady_Spartan: Guys, BIG NEWS!

Gonzo: Nice way to shorten ‘Darkhorse generals’!

Lady_Spartan: Emma Smith, the caster for Mystical Land of Winds series, just posted news about Virtual Future, Trust Xing Hao and Siddhartha meeting together in CHINA! [LINK]

Janus: I thought VF and TXH had some legal issues?

Slavsoul: Please God, let them do something for us poor gamers.

Aftershock: Slav, are you still doing those RMT tricks in Dungeon Nightmare? Not switching games?

Gonzo: Will they release a proper VR game? Like the ones from the fictional books?

Slavsoul: @Aftershock I have to, but DN’s anti-RMT system would catch me too often. Do you realize Serbia is cut off from multiple network services due to the military state?

Aftershock: It was a dumb question. I am sorry, Slav.

Nicochan: All I see is speculation about some big project. Am supposed to bite without evidence?

Aftershock: My sweet Nicochan <3.

Nicochan: Hello, AfterCOCK! You seem tactful as ever.

Slavsoul: Both of my brothers are involved with the army. I am here with my sick mom and my little sister. There are no jobs, borders are blocked. Thank God, I am able to make a few dollars with DN.

NorthHuntress: @Aftershock, can you be more thoughtful?

Aftershock: I apologized!

Lady_Spartan: The conflict is just near Greece, even as a neutral side, we suffer from it as well.

Janus: The speculations in the Global chat are heating up.

Gonzo: OMG, they spammed so much already.

Nicochan: There is that meme with Jesus praying to Virtual Future, Trust Xing Hao and Siddhartha, telling them: “it’s your turn to save humanity”.

NorthHuntress: It won’t hurt to keep an eye on the situation.

Cairo, Egypt

“I have to dual wield axes...” Anissa was mumbling in her sleep. “Berserker class...

Ruthless Assault talent… 30% extra physical damage as bleeding while dual-wielding axes, 15% less health.” She rolled in her bed. “Blood Rivers... bleed from attacks… reduced… half… stacks up to 6 times..."

*Phone rings*

“Ughh, 90% bleed...” She wrapped the blanket around her head. “Proven's Warrior Unique Ruby Ring… each hit consumes half of the bleed on enemies and adds it as a shield, cannot equip another ring.

“Master Slayer… % chance to execute a heavy bleeding target below 30% HP, cooldown…”

*Phone rings*

The screeching sounds in her head would not cease, and she was not even in the boss room yet.

‘AoE the trash mobs to keep the stacks up, avoid killing.

Execute haven’t proc’d for a fucking 1 hour... what is wrong with my RNG!?

I don’t want to reroll in Hardcore. My precious gear…’

“DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” She shouted.

*Phone rings*

She choked and lifted her upper body. “Wha-what was that, did I lost?” She opened her swollen eyes and spotted her phone screen, brightening the dark room.

“WHO THE FUCK IS CALLING AT 3 AM.” She was mad.

“B-Brian?” She thought that Pavel was trolling her. Brian was rather mature for pranks.

“ANISSA, THEY ANNOUNCED IT.” He was rarely this excited.

Anissa was sleepy, yet she realized what he meant. She and the boys would discuss the same event for the past 3 weeks. Every gamer was curious about it. The forums ran wild with speculations. She jumped off the bed and landed at her desk.

“I-I am on my PC.” Anissa was listening to Brian while mouse-clicking and typing.

She browsed a recent website she was checking every day. Instead of the regular advertisements and useless garbage, a timer was set.

“Brave New World,” she whispered to herself.

Pavel: What is wrong with this chat, Hellooo?

Brian: Calm down, I already called her.

She logged in the stream channel. The streaming platform had millions of viewers. Not hers, of course, she had a couple of people, as usual.

Josh: Ani-Ani, It’s happening!

“Siddhartha himself worked over the AI of Brave New World?” Anissa was reading the information on the website. She briefly greeted the boys and asked them to join her voice chat.”

“...promises to have an open world, resembling real-life interaction...”

“You don’t need to watch through shitty glasses,” Pavel was the first guest to join the voice chat. “Look at the design of the headset?”

“H-how?” Anissa was shocked, so far any VR glasses or lenses would require from the user to watch through it. It was the same with the devices for augmented reality.

“Do you have to install some devices in the room? Is the VR working with holograms?” Josh was dumbfounded.

“You are invited to join Brave New World through your mind...” Anissa read a science fiction line on the official website.

“Это безумие!” Pavel didn’t realize he shouted in Russian, nor anybody else did.

“The headset on the picture resembles a helmet with wires. If you don’t use your eyes then...”

“Is it possible for the headset to scan your brain? Just how many breakthroughs were made to create this?” Brian said.

“Matilda Kenneth does control Healthcare business for billions. Her hospitals are the best when it comes to curing brain diseases. But to consider they have the technology to...” Brian was trying to sound logical.

“And Wu Hao has the talent to make any technology work,” Carlos added.

“Siddhartha pulled another miracle if you ask me. The moment a camera spotted him, something spectacular was created.” Josh was excited.

“Speaking of billions, all of you might want to scroll to the bottom of this article…” Carlos’ voice would never shake like this.

Anissa and everyone zoomed out their focus on the technological discussion and went to the bottom.

The Conquerer of Brave New World

will be rewarded with

1 billion USD

“A-are you shitting me, that’s about the money my dad has!” Pavel was not lying.

Josh coughed just enough to hide the words “rich cunt” behind the sudden discomfort. He was always aware of Anissa, and for that reason - careful.

“1 BILLION FUCKING DOLLARS.” She was not holding back though.

“The term “Conquerer” is the most popular correlation to “Brave New World” .” Carlos hadn't wasted time, he was digging for clues with the searching engine.

Nobody replied to Carlos. The young people were lost for words, processing the announcement information. For a while, only breathing was shared through the voice chat.

“I don’t think I can get back to bed right now...” Anissa broke the silence.

“We can always spend the night together.” Pavel seemed back to his normal state.

“What about that Zombie necromancer you played the other day?” Josh was interested in a late stream.

That night, Anissa streamed The Forsaken Masters from 4 AM onwards. She and the boys were speculating over Brave New World. What was that Concquerer title? What was the technology behind the virtual world? Why would Siddhartha suddenly join an enormous project like that? Just how authentic was the AI?

The boys would keep searching and finding information online, while Anissa was playing. They would share interesting facts and predictions.

They were all convinced that the next game for Anissa has finally arrived. Anissa knew that too. She was autopiloting The Forsaken Masters with a childish grin.

The game brought her back to her senses when she was desperate. She felt security, she felt happiness. Anissa also found great friends by playing it. She was enjoying the keyboard and mouse clicks. They were no longer as awkward for her as they were 3 years ago.

‘Somewhere along the way, I improved my mechanical skills a bit. I still suck compared to the best in that department though.’ That was the truth.

‘I wonder what would it be to stream virtual reality? And what would it be to achieve the Conquerer status?’

Originally, Anissa lacked confidence to admit her hunger for triumph.

Nonetheless, she was one of the most successful players to ever play The Forsaken Masters. A complex game that was not always “dead”.

Anissa couldn’t describe the passion she had for competition. For quite some time she lived like a beast in a cage. She was competing with none other but herself. She was competing to survive IRL, but eventually, she started competing to be the best online.

Faceroll’s stream

The modern gods revealed their magic to millions.

Exactly 1 352 919 gamers or view bots, or else were celebrating the Brave New World announcement in the personal streaming platform owned by Faceroll. Hardly anyone could see what were the comments in the chat, most of them were pure spam anyway.

Several chat rooms were provided to allow some order for the viewers. General chat was accessible of course, it just seemed impossible to understand its content.

Faceroll was inviting people to his future guild. 20 thousand people donated to be enlisted for his guild. Without any knowledge of the guild system, people were simply throwing cash away. They wanted to be noticed, they wanted to steal a ray of light for themselves.

He was smiling on camera and joking about his ‘Army of 20 thousand’. No way he can’t achieve the Conquerer with the numbers. Zombies in chat were clapping and hating, not like anyone cared.

Faceroll himself was unsure about Brave New World. He would be followed in-game everywhere.

He was faking his joy about the sensational game and thought about something entirely different.

Long ago he was not Faceroll, he was Mikey1 and games used to be fun. Flashbacks about that time crossed his mind. He felt weird emotions and ended the stream slightly earlier.

“Live in the present, Mikey,” he sighed.

After his stream, Michael would dedicate his time to the pleasant company of seductive blindfolded women.

His agent was well aware of his taste. The blindfolds couldn’t hide the women’s perfect faces. Too perfect... maybe plastic surgery was involved?

Their erotic bodies, on the other hand, were god’s gift. Dressed in tight stockings. Wearing high heels. Their flesh was tempting the imagination.

The women were professional at their job. Still, someone insisted on medical tests. Michael was his manager’s golden piggy bank after all.

Michael had no idea when he began to enjoy the sexual treatment regularly. He was not lacking in anything. He was handsome, he was funny. No need to confirm his financial status. He would always generously overpay for the services.

At the age of 27, with everything working for him, Michael Flynn was fucking prostitutes in every way known to him.