BLUE METAVERSE

THOSE WHO FALL

Being in a place that is still unfamiliar with people who are also not well known makes Faiz feel was was. Faiz is nobody in this place. Her identity is Baby F. He could not use his father's big name as a famous businessman. The name Baby F is only well known in the gamer world. Without friends. Without family. Without guards or assistants. Frankly, his confidence was slightly reduced without the privilege of being the son of Satya Wirajaya Halim. But he tried to be normal, polite and follow the rules of the game that applies in the quarantine house. Is not this the life he wants, which is out of the shadow of his father's big name.

The training went well. No one commented negatively during the training. Perhaps because there is a Yamagata mister who has been watching directly for the past 2 days. Though the previous days he was only monitoring from online. Same with him, mister Yamagata comes special ahead of the final match only. It's another thing that makes question marks and nyinyir team-mates. Faiz was hearing more and more sarcastic nicks and innuendos ahead of the dinner break, but he tried to remove them from the brain. Throw away that nyinyiran. It is not important to respond to people who are jealous of the privilege they have. Focus on thinking about how to strategy to win only. For that Faiz tied coordination with Boni as team captain and mister Yamagata who will intervene alone as a coach.

Faiz is placed in midfield using the hero Shisimaru, a male cat avatar who has major skills as an accomplished ninja, archer, and bomb executor. Faiz has already memorized the character of the avatar because shisimaru is one of his favorite avatars that has never been defeated.

Simulation, training as well as discussion of strategy preparation lasts until late at night. At exactly 00:00 all new players can move to bed. Although there are still some players who continue personal training by choosing random opponents from abroad. Faiz chose to rest so that his physique is fresher tomorrow.

“Baby, you dare sleep alone in that room?” jose asked whose room was facing Faiz.

“Why not.”

“The room you occupy is no one wants to make because there was a player who committed suicide last year because of depression. Hanging yourself.” explained Jose by exemplifying the condition of the corpse of a suicidal person in the form of both hands that strangle the neck, eyes bulging and tongue sticking out. Spooky.

The Jose's camp. Midnight still scares his teammates. Tomorrow we will compete. What if Faiz couldn't sleep because of the horror story. If mister Yamagata knows, he must have been warned because he tried to drop a teammate mentally.

BRACKET. Jose quickly closed the door to his room and locked it.

Faiz did the same but not by slamming the door. He accidentally turned off his room light. It was left bright because there were no sleeping lights in the room. However, Jose's story just now is enough to make him psychologically disturbed. Tiredness makes the fear that usually hides now come to the surface. The design of the condition of the dead suicide shown by Jose continues to appear in his mind.

She pulled a blanket over her head. The prayers at bedtime, the verse of the chair, the letter al Ikhlas, al Falaq, an Nas are read over and over again until they fall asleep on their own. Faiz did not want to think anything but to rely on the All-Knowing. Just trust. Ghosts can't bother him if he remembers God.

Thankfully, Faiz was able to sleep well until his early morning rather misfortune. Had woken up for a while, not at what time, but Faiz did not dare to get out of his bed. There was the sound of people whimpering to the point of sobbing behind his room. Faiz doesn't care. Because he remembered the story of Jose, he again pulled the blanket and recited the prayers until he fell asleep again.

Since the rake of online games, the habit of pesantren who pray tahajud prayers at the end of the night is almost useless. Only occasionally if he wakes up and his body has the power to walk to the bathroom taking ablution. If not, he will fall asleep again until the mother wakes him up to accompany the father of morning prayers in the mosque. In this quarantine he woke up at 5:30, barely behind dawn. It is a less responsible behavior.

He walked to the nearest toilet 5 meters from his room. The atmosphere of the house is still quiet. It seems that no occupants have woken up that early.

Finished urinating and ablution, Faiz passed Boni who was about to go to the toilet he had previously used.

“Good morning, bang Boni.”

“Good morning, Baby F. Already awake?”

Faiz grinning half shy, “Iya nih, dawn bad luck.”

Boni is grinning. “Sama.”

It was not Faiz who prayed dawn at the end of time. His guilt is slightly reduced because there are friends who are just as fortunate, equally negligent of dawn prayer. Faiz returned to his room for morning prayers and morning dhikr.

Outside the room, he meets Boni again at the dining table. The GGS team captain was already preparing with his morning breakfast.

“There's been a breakfast delivery, Baby. Eat yuk!” bring

Faiz took the ration of milk uht in the cardboard and then sat next to Boni facing the dining table on which was served fried rice seafood, cucumber, lettuce, eggs and various fruits.

“But in the morning the catering has arrived.”

“Iya. We can have more breakfast. Breakfast is rarely eaten because usually children GGS in the wake of lunch. At 9 o'clock there is extra food. That's why I was fat in quarantine. Up 5 kilos. Eat constantly, rarely exercise. hahaha” Boni chuckles holding her stomach.

Faiz only smiled faintly.

“Eh, your real name is who the hell. Amused me if you call you Baby. Entar who thought I was hombreng again.”

Yes too. Lonely men call friends with the name Baby, people who do not know for sure think they are a couple hombreng.

“My name is Faiz.”

Boni was seen recording the speech.

“Have medsos besides Rony Fa account?”

Faiz.

“Rony Fa is fake account right?"

Faiz.

"You are deliberately yes never show your photo at all on social media. Let the effect be mysterious and make people curious?"

Faiz nodded again. It's not good to feel like you're being skinned by his identity. More fun to enjoy seafood fried rice with a delicious mix of peas.

“Why always hide identity anyway?”

Boni sneering. Cute but cowardly, do not dare to display his picture.

"After this tournament I want to withdraw from the club and the community, bang.”

“Ke here want to be a scout doang ya?”

Uh, so accused of being a scout. Whose spies? Who is the spy? Well, it's up to you to think so. For Faiz the accusations are not important - very important because he came to the quarantine house sincerely because the request mister Yamagata must coordinate directly with the team before the final match so that chemistry between the teams can be better.

“Neg. I was thinking of becoming a pro gamer but not strong. Tired, bang.”

“Much pressure?”

Faiz nodded.

“Yes that's how it is to be a pro gamer. Working day and night like a horse. Ryan was taken to the hospital early this morning. The fever is getting higher until ngigo whimpering. You didn't hear? The room is next to yours.”

Oh, so last night that moaning wasn't a ghost? Campit emang the Jose. Because of her, Faiz was frightened to think it was a ghostly voice. So feeling guilty doesn't help Ryan.

“She has had a low fever since 2 days ago, but insists on wanting to continue training to be selected as a core player in the final of the tournament. It's been hard work Ryan was just elected as a backup. Fortunately, it can mess up our strategy if he is forced into the first team. He was taken by the GGS crew to a hospital and said he needed hospitalization. Most likely hit by typhus.”

Faiz was just listening.

“There are some gamers who get typhoid due to work pressure.”

“There have been depression and suicide too?” faiz asked curiously. Let's not say Jose lied to him so he couldn't sleep.

“That's.”

Waduh, it turns out to be true. It is also a risk to become a professional online game player. Faiz established himself for contract amendments only until this tournament.

Do not just look at how much income the already famous professional gamers earn but look at the competition and the hard work of the gamers to achieve success. Grievous. People who only see the JNL who has a gedong house and a ferry or mr. Ordinary who earns billions may be amazed and say, "Well, it's good to be a gamer". Not knowing behind it all, there is hard work falling awake from morning until early morning again. There are gamers who bounce around here and there because of the rigors of competition and the demands of fans but do not enjoy such a big result. The pain of typhoid is countless because gamers usually forget anything if they are addicted to playing. Forget time. Forgot to eat. Some even forget their status and identity.

Those who fall are not merely because they cannot. There are many factors that lock them in a stressful half-imaginary world. Faiz who is classified as indifferent and often ignores comments or insults people can not feel at home in the environment. It takes extra patience and good self-control. Moreover, facing the bookies of gamblers who violently intervene in the game for personal gain.

Faiz refuses to find things in the universe war world. His defeat in the final party of the individual tournament was clearly set the bookie. Because he refused to be paid to lose, whatever the way was done so that Baby F was runner up. Even the vile way. They do not want to lose big profits from the number of people who bet for Baby F victory. Akh, it feels like betraying loyal fans. But what can Faiz do? Like not like, he must accept. Consider it fate.

For a professional player who has worked hard and is optimistic of winning, a case like this must be very painful. It is natural that anyone reaches depression. Maybe because there is a factor Y a genius gamer can often be targeted to lose just to be used as a fall of the bookies.

"According to bang Boni, in the game tonight we will win or lose?"

"80% won."

"Know where?"

"Mister Yamagata's. Many believe we won because of you, Fa."

"Could there have been a bargain with someone from outside the team?"

Boni shrug. "It's none of our business, bro. What matters is that we try hard. The name of the game is definitely there win and lose. The winner is not necessarily better. There's an invisible hand involved."

"According to bang Boni whose invisible hand is it?"

"Lord."

"There is again under God who intervened in determining the victory in this tournament. Creatures that are invisible, powerful and operate in silence. He could determine defeat or victory in many telling ways."

"Who?"

"Online gambling city."

Boni immediately chuckled. It seems Boni already knows there is a regular behind this most spectacular universe war game. Who is not tempted by the many tricks at the gambling table that involve millions of people around the world. The odds are 50% each, win or lose. Crazy turn. Of course, the gamblers have calculated with various analyses, including hedging if they lose. But gambling is still gambling. There are always dirty efforts and games made by bookies so that their efforts remain lasting and reap as much profit as possible.

Ah, do what you think. Ambition may but must still accept fate with a free heart. In fact gamblers still feel the game is a tool to satisfy the desire for instant victory.

"In order not to be disappointed, typhoid, or depressed we better eat a lot and smile, Fa. Let's go again." Boni even thrust the fried rice plate in front of Faiz.

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Don't topple, healthy born inner ya⚘⚘⚘