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Ryo VyceโRobert in the daylightโlogged into Second World like a man walking into his second skin.12Please respect copyright.๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผกo3E8KyixuP
Outside, he was the invisible one: same office cubicle, same cracked phone, same rent reminders piling in his inbox. But here, inside the endless cities of light, he could be anything.
And heโd chosen to be hers.
EmmalukaโEmiliaโwas Second Worldโs crown jewel. She had the kind of beauty only rendered by the most expensive skin packs, but it wasnโt her avatarโs glittering eyes or physics-perfect hair that caught him. It was the way she spoke to him like he was real, not just another username.
They had first met in a glitched sector where time itself lagged. While everyone else cursed the freeze, they had laughed, moving their avatars in slow motion just to amuse themselves. That laugh had stayed with him.
But Second World wasnโt a democracyโit was a kingdom, and the wealthy avatars ruled. VIPs walked on floors coded from rare server textures. Nobodies like Ryo were stuck in laggy districts, where the skyboxes glitched and the sun sometimes forgot to rise.
Then came the message.
Emmaluka: First performance tonight. Cutey Patooty Club. Pretty pleaseโฆ be there, tol.
His pulse spiked. The Cutey Patooty wasnโt just any clubโit was the beating heart of the celebrity sector, guarded by bouncer-bots and algorithmic status scans. But she wanted him there.
When he arrived, the crowd was chaos. Neon spotlights swept over designer avatars dripping with impossible detailโtextures you couldnโt get without dropping a monthโs salary.
The bouncer-bot scanned his VIP code, blinked, and laughed.12Please respect copyright.๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผกlcXL5Qox0a
โYou? VIP?โ Its voice was a glitchy mockery. โNice try. Citizen queueโs over there.โ
And just like that, the gates shut.
From the common floor, he watched her sing. Her voice bent the air into silk, every note wrapping the crowd in something electric. But she wasnโt singing to him.
A tall avatar in the front row leaned in, whispered something that made her laugh. His laugh.
Ryoโs cursor hovered over Log Out.
Then her eyes met his. For a moment, the clubโs noise faded to silence.
โRobert,โ she said softly into the mic, and the world came rushing back.
A red warning flashed in his peripheral:12Please respect copyright.๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผก4lIDdLCFZ9
ACCOUNT TERMINATION โ 30 SECONDS โ Unauthorized Access
Someone had reported him. Probably the tall VIP.
Thirty seconds. Thatโs all he had to break through every wall this world had built to keep players like him away from people like her.
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and then Add to home screen.