Into an Otome Game [HIATUS]

Chapter Two : The Game [2]

Dizian found himself in a pitch-dark place. There was no one other than him. It was creepy, making him shudder. Perhaps a dream? A nightmare rather. He does remember dozing off, yet to be conscious of the dream was different.

Stretching his hand forward as he takes a step, a gush of wind suddenly appears as a meadow slowly fades in perspective. Confusion surges more as he sees a maiden standing farther away. Without hesitation, he approached the mysterious girl, yelling to get her attention.

Catching his breath as he was just about to get close enough and almost touch the maiden “…Hey, you—”

Suddenly, just when the girl turned around, a blinding light flashed before him, unable to see her face, but a glint of gold was seen. A smile was the last thing Dizian had seen from the girl and her mellow voice echoed.

“I hope for your success, dear player.”

Player? Who? Him? What is that about? What does that mean? Where was he exactly?

The blinding flash faded to black. He returned to a void. His system began to feel adrenaline. This is just a dream, is it not?

[Interface System.]

A robotic-like voice echoed through the pitch-dark space. In an instant, a holographic screen appeared out of nowhere. Dizian jolted as to when a cat-like-eye flashed on the screen and began scanning him out of the blue, startling him.

[Scanning complete. Welcome dear player! Are you ready?]

“Wha… isn’t there anyone who would explain what is going on?!” he cried out in frustration, only for his voice to echo.

But before anything could answer his question, a strong wave of force started pulling him. Trying to pull back his body was no use. What exactly is happening?!

[Dive in.]

It was the last thing he heard before being sucked into the sudden opening black hole. Vanishing into nothingness.

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izian’s eyes flutter open, hearing the TV being noisy. He stretched his body, feeling more relaxed than he had ever since.

As he was yawning still, he wobbly stood up, remembering the events yesterday and the unusual dream he had. His bare feet landed on the soft carpet below, he stood up and stretched once again.

Hmmm? How weird. His chest felt heavy. A chest pain? No.

Dizian’s eyes panned down below to see an unusual bump in his chest. Was his chest always like this? Moreover, a strand of black purplish hair slips down his side. Dark hair? How weird. His hair was never this long, nor was it this odd color.