Chapter 5 An Offline Meetup!

• After reading the announcement, Yenn started playing the game again. He was already playing the game for almost a month now, he's totally addicted to it!
• The event made the game only have hard mode and hell mode which made every player fired up! It will only last for 24 hours so everyone who saw the announcement start playing the game non-stop, hoping that they’ll be pick as the mysterious top tier players.
• No one has ever reached that rank before. You might be top 1 in the top 500 players but that doesn’t mean you are top tier. It was like you might be a legend but that doesn’t mean you’re a God! It was said in the announcement that the creator would pick them himself so everyone had high hopes. He start playing again, battling and fighting the undeniable urge to sleep as he continued to play the nerve wrecking game in his laptop.
• [Congratulations! You have successfully completed 100 Arc hell mode] a system message flashed in some people's screens. One of them was his, he slammed his keyboard and took a deep breath as he shouted
• “Oh f**k you Creator! Prepare yourself cause I’ll f*cking punch you when I meet you!”
• After screaming Yenn sit on his bed, he was still celebrating his victory in his mind and finally, the spirit of rest hit him and he fell asleep. When noon came an unknown number called in his phone, he picked up the phone dazed then he answered the call.
• “Hello”
• He heard an unfamiliar voice. “Who’s this?”
• “Check your message, log in to the game”
• “Hey Mr. I don’t know who you are but—”
• “I’m the Creator” the man finally hanged up.
• “Wha--?” he heard a beep then he look at his phone. Fuck! That rude fucker! He just hanged up!
• Even though he’s upset, he still logged in to the game and saw a message notification inquiring his bank account details which would be for the 5 million reward. He grinned then he sent his info, after a few seconds he saw another message popped up. It was a request for offline meet up!
• [For completing the 100 Arc hell mode, we’re giving you a chance to meet the creator in real life! Kindly fill up the information below to continue!]
• It was attached with a google form, asking for information and about wrist straps. After answering everything he laughed. He regarded the form as a joke, since there's no way that a harmless strap would be a tracker. His presumptions stopped when he heard a mechanical voice in his wrist strap.
• [In a few hours, a mode of transport will be arriving at your current location!]
• ‘Huh? Huuuuuuhhhhh? Wait! Wait a minute, what the fucking hell is going on?’ He stand up on the chair inching his ear to the wrist strap trying to sense another sound coming from it. After a few seconds, his laptop screen popped out a message that he received an email.
• A QR code?
• He curiously scanned it and a document came out.
• What’s this?
• A contract?’
• He suddenly found things funny and simply tell himself it was just an pretentious act that will make people believe the blasphemy of the game that they met the creator and who knows? That would be a fucking trend and everyone that plays the game will get more hooked up, he chuckled at the thought but he still accepted it and bluntly looked at the details then afterwards he signed it lazily.
• A few hours later, a car was parked outside his house beeping loudly disturbing his short nap. There’s one driver and a woman in suit sitting beside him. He went out of the house, brows furrowed and mind confused, then he heard the woman asked “Yenn Reigh Ashville?”
• “Yes it’s me.“ he politely said to her. “What’s happening?” he asked confused about the sudden intrusion in his house. “Offline Meet up, you signed right?” the woman showed her tablet to Yenn clarifying their identity. “Yeah? Now?” he arched his brow.
• This fast?
• He nodded then asked them to wait a bit as he showered and put on some clothes, took some things: his phone and bank card well—you never know maybe they would eat out and it would be embarrassing if he had nothing to pay for the meals, he winced then finally locked his house.
• Confused and bewilderment—is what he felt but he regarded it as one of those offline meet up and expected that— the so called creator would just brag about his or her mysterious identity.
• One of the typicality of offline meetings that he knew off.
• He humped coldly then he heard the woman speak again. “You’re the oldest eh?” the girl showed a wide grin, scanning him from head to toe which felt insulting that he suddenly blurt out his age in a loud voice. “I’m only 19!”
• “Easy, we're just confirming it” the woman smirked at him, tilting her head out to invite him in.
• “Get inside, we had a long way to go.” The driver spoke. He then get inside the car backseat and they start moving. After an hour, the woman in front introduced herself
• “I’ll be guiding you to the meeting place, I’m Elena and this is Johannes, since we’re almost in the airport. Please make sure that you won’t back out.”
• She smiled at Yenn as she handed him an envelope. Yenn took the envelope and opened it. There’s a credit card inside and a room pass card?
• He was totally confused, his mind telling him a bad news but he still force his mouth to asked “A key pass? Why give me a key pass? What is it for?”
• “Oh, didn’t you read the contract? You’ll be staying at a private island for a year and half, did you read it properly?” Elena turned around and looked at him then turned her head back to the front.
• “Wait what? Hey---!” he felt a sense of panic, a year and a half? What the hell? “Wait! Fuck! I didn’t know about this! The contract says it’s only for a day! How did it turn to a year and a half! Damn explain it to me!” His voice trembled and his body tensed up.
• “For someone you’re age, you’re really childish eh?” Elena looked at him smiling. She grabbed a tablet in her bag and showed it to him. He looked at the contract again, he was shocked! He really didn’t read it properly! The contract says they would reach the island in a day and they would be staying there for a year and half, if he don’t agree the 5 million will be returned and a penalty of suspension which everything will be dismissed and he would be arrested for fraud.
• His blood boil but he just gave up— it’s his fault he didn’t read it, he even found it funny and laugh it off while signing the contract. Anyways there’s no point regretting things now that he’s already here, he just have to accept the situation since no one would look for him anyway.
• At the airport, Elena guided him to a private plane. Hesitating whether to go or stay. He ride the plane mindlessly. They arrive at the private island and he was escorted to a large mansion house within the beach. When they are in front of the house, Elena tapped his shoulder. “Good luck! You’ll meet the others inside” he nodded and finally went inside.
• There are total of nine people inside the room. Six guys, one blond hair and the rest has black hair. “Asians” he mumbled as he gazed on their face and outfits, one had a sharp look on his face, dressed in black turtle neck shirt along with a brown coat that reach up to his knees and it was paired with dark blue jeans.(Jiwoon) The other one beside him had a red bonnet on his head, checkered gray-white jacket tied on his waist then a faded light blue jeans with cuts. (Byul) He glanced at the blond haired guy, he had blue eyes, a black leather jeans fitting his legs then a white loose shirt printed with NYC letters.(Yulix) Her eyes shifted to the other beside him, brownish black hair and a white cap on his head along with a plain white shirt and a pair of blue jeans (Stanley). He looked at the corner seeing a guy in a hipster style leaning beside the wall (Dienn) then he looked at the girls, one long haired that reach up to her waist and her style was quite boyish, (Liyanna) then one with a ponytail, dressed in a uniform (Hailey) and the other were with a two long braids resting at her side neck wearing a white long sleeve and a black skirt (Shang Huanyi) then finally the one with a ash blond hair with a straight bangs paired with blue jeans and a black jacket covering her white shirt that propped to her chest. (Karin) Anyways, they must be the other top tier players. He gazed at everyone’s eyes once more, stirring a messy blunder of thoughts in his mind as his blood boiled in excitement and anxiousness.
• ‘I had a bad premonition about this…’