The next morning, as Max sat at his table eating breakfast with his sister Lumia, she suddenly spoke up.
"Hey! Give me the details on the best class in the game!" she demanded eagerly.
Max glanced at her and smirked. "Play it fair, like everyone else," he said casually.
Lumia pouted and glared at him. "No, I want to min-max it! So give me the info. Also, give me the Necromancer-related class so I can use my real-life powers too!"
Max sighed, shaking his head. "You're so spoiled..."
Max chuckled as he sipped his coffee. "Lumia, you already have overpowered abilities in real life. Do you really need to min-max in a game too?"
Lumia crossed her arms and huffed. "Of course! If I'm going to play, I want to be the best."
Max sighed. "Fine, fine. The best class depends on your playstyle. If you want a Necromancer-type, you should go for the Deathlord class. It specializes in raising undead, cursing enemies, and even manipulating souls."
Lumia's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Perfect! That sounds exactly like what I need. Anything else?"
Max smirked. "Yeah. If you combine it with the Soul Weaver subclass, you'll be able to harvest souls and empower your undead even further."
Lumia grinned, clearly satisfied. "Great! I'll start playing today."
Max raised an eyebrow. "Just don't go around traumatizing new players, okay?"
"No promises," Lumia said with a mischievous smirk.
Max sighed, watching Lumia disappear in excitement. "Idiot… she didn't even ask where to find the hidden classes," he muttered, shaking his head. "Well, the Deathlord thing is enough, I guess."
He stood up and stretched before heading out. Despite his newfound wealth, he was still attending college. Sitting in the car, he leaned back, lost in thought. "I'm a billionaire now, yet I'm still going to college… Just what's going on in my mind?" he mumbled.
Maxwell, now his personal driver, glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "How many did you eliminate last night?" Max asked.
Maxwell started the car as he replied. "Two."
"Just two?"
Maxwell scoffed. "Do you think it's that easy to travel hundreds of kilometers between targets?"
Max smirked. "My dragon can cover that much in a single flap of its wings."
Maxwell rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and a single flap of its wings could also turn me into meat paste if I'm not careful."
Max let out another sigh. "Anyway, we need to take care of the remaining thirteen quickly."
There were originally fifteen who hired assassins after Max's life. With two eliminated, thirteen still remained.
Max tapped his fingers on the car door, deep in thought. "Do we have intel on the next target?"
Maxwell nodded. "Yeah. The next one is a former special forces operative, currently hiding in a secured penthouse in downtown Manhattan."
Max smirked. "A penthouse? These guys really love their luxury."
Maxwell chuckled. "Well, when you're getting paid billions, you might as well enjoy it before you die."
Max stretched his arms. "Fine. Let's make this quick. What's the plan?"
Maxwell handed him a tablet, displaying the target's location and security details. "We have two options. One, we infiltrate and take him out quietly. Two, we make it loud and send a message to the others."
Max grinned. "Loud sounds fun."
Maxwell sighed. "Of course you'd say that."
As they drove through the city, Max's phone buzzed. It was Lumia.
"Hey, dumbass!" she shouted through the speaker.
Max sighed. "What now?"
"I just unlocked the Soul Weaver subclass! This is amazing! I can literally rip the souls out of NPCs!" she said excitedly.
Max pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lumia… please tell me you're not wiping out villages."
She giggled. "No promises!"
Max hung up, shaking his head. "She's going to be a menace in that game…"
Maxwell raised an eyebrow. "You two have a weird relationship."
Max smirked. "Yeah, but she keeps things interesting."
Soon, they reached the college, where Everyone asked Max to get some inside information on the game. But Max kept his mouth shut, and by the time the college was over, he ended up having a date with Gwen.
"Is this why you've been so busy all this time?" she asked as they walked through the park after grabbing some food.
"Yeah, I was working on making it so that people can experience using powers too," he said casually.
Gwen chuckled. "There's no denying it—you're the new star of this era, you know that, right?"
Max smirked. "I wonder if, in the future, I'll be branded as the father of Virtual Reality."
She playfully nudged him. "Could be! If you keep this up."
Max just smiled. "Maybe."
They continued their walk, enjoying the peaceful evening, until they reached Max's place.
"Lumia isn't home, so… do you want to come in?" Max asked, glancing at her.
Gwen hesitated for a second before nodding. They entered the house, and as soon as the door closed, Gwen leaned in, pressing her lips against Max's.
Max, caught off guard for a moment, soon responded, deepening the kiss. One thing led to another, and the night turned into something far more intimate…
***
The next morning, Max woke up, realizing he was running late for college. However, an annoying guest had arrived to disrupt his morning routine—none other than Nick Fury.
Max opened the door in his bathrobe, rubbing his eyes in irritation. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.
Fury stood there with his usual stern expression. "The game you've created… can it be used to take out someone?"
Max raised an eyebrow. "I'll make this clear—I have no control over the game. It's not some simple software; it's an entire self-evolving world with the Heart at its center. I can't interfere with it anymore. The only thing I could do is shut it down entirely," Max said, crossing his arms.
Fury studied him, clearly skeptical. "Do you expect me to believe that?"
Max smirked. "You don't have to. After all, I created that game for my own entertainment. It's not something I can just modify on a whim. My power shaped it, but now, it has grown into something beyond my control."
Fury narrowed his one eye. "I don't care what you claim," he said before taking a deep breath. "Still… there's a pest in S.H.I.E.L.D. now. They call themselves HYDRA. I need help taking them down and clearing my conscience."
Max stared at him, surprised for a moment. Then a smirk crept onto his face. "Are you asking me for help?"
Fury clenched his jaw. He clearly hated admitting it, but he remained silent.
Max chuckled. "Never thought I'd see the day you would come to me for help, Director Fury."
"Though its not like its the first time you have done it , hahahaha"
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