Eon opened his eyes. The room was still dark, the usual pre-dawn gloom seeping through the blinds. He fumbled for his phone on the bedside table. 5:25 AM. The alarm wasn't set to go off for another five minutes. For the first time in recent memory, he had woken up before its jarring shriek.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK7CrH8j2LJ
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He lay there for a moment, enjoying the rare silence. A week, he thought. It's been a week since I started playing. The thought was accompanied by a small, quiet sense of accomplishment. For better or worse, he had stuck with something.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVB2j59ng1p
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Then, a crisis of a more mundane nature struck. A quick mental inventory of his kitchen revealed a devastating truth: no more noodles. The foundational pillar of his diet was gone. A supply run was no longer a vague future possibility; it was an immediate, critical errand quest.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUdT4qL4bL4
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But as he swung his legs out of bed, a memory surfaced: the pervasive, rancid-sweet stench of sun-baked slime that had clung to him in the game. The feeling of grime, both virtual and real, seemed to magnify. He looked around his room.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpkLrxxGRvb
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It was a disaster zone. Empty noodle cartons were stacked like sad, greasy trophies on his desk. Plastic water bottles formed a small mountain in one corner. Clothes. mostly variations of black were scattered across the floor like fallen shadows. The place looked exactly like what it was: the den of someone who had given up on the outside world.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgaJH9aIxAU
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A strange impulse took hold. He couldn't go outside like this. He couldn't bring himself to face the world, even for a quick noodle run, while living in such palpable squalor. The order he was finding in Illusion Tree was creating a dissonance with the chaos of his real life.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGFyUZgEkFp
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"Clean first," he muttered, the words foreign in the morning quiet.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4XLRyNuN6S
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He started with the trash, stuffing the cardboard and plastic into a large garbage bag. He gathered the scattered clothes, making a mental note to do laundry later. He wiped down surfaces, the simple act of creating order feeling strangely therapeutic. It wasn't a deep clean, but it was a reclamation.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtGywJTAVSl
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Then, he went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He didn't wait for it to get warm. He stepped directly under the cold spray.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGfoSFr7WBR
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It was a shock, a brutal, gasping jolt to his system that chased the last remnants of sleep away. His skin prickled, and he shuddered, but he stood under it, letting the icy water pound against his back. And in that sharp, clarifying cold, a thought, clear and unbidden, popped into his head.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZBdyADYzml
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That librarian. She is kinda pretty.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡesL2wubDGH
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The thought was so sudden, so unrelated to anything, that he almost laughed. It wasn't a profound realization, just a simple, objective observation that had been buried under layers of social anxiety and in-game focus. Her pale, serious face and those intense, dark eyes flashed in his mind.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWDpFVhyrWo
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He stepped out of the shower shivering but feeling more awake and alive than he had in months. He toweled himself off, his hair dripping onto his shoulders, and faced his closet.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡglZTLedVb5
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It was a monochrome spectrum. Different shades of black t-shirts, most adorned with the faded logos of obscure bands he hadn't listened to in years or ironic, jaded phrases that no longer felt ironic, just tired. A couple of black hoodies. A pile of black shorts and briefs. Two pairs of black jeans, worn soft. Pushed to the back, almost like a museum exhibit, hung his old college uniform, a collared shirt and slacks he hadn't worn since he'd dropped out. They were collecting dust, a relic of a life that hadn't fit.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd7Odiat2uk
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He pulled on his uniform for the outside world: black jeans, a plain black t-shirt, a black hoodie. Dressing for a funeral. He remembered his few friends from his brief college attempt teasing him. "Going to a funeral again, Eon?" one had asked, not unkindly. It had been one of the few good times, a moment of connection he hadn't appreciated then.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx2OBLkkxv0
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Now, he was the one attending the funeral of his own isolation, one awkward errand at a time.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡllTHz3cZiB
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He pocketed his wallet and keys, took a deep breath, and opened the door. The morning air was cool and carried the smell of the city. Exhaust, distant food, damp concrete. It was real.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNLPpzTjFwF
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His errand quest was simple: Objective: Acquire Noodles (x12). He stepped out, locking the door behind him, and began his journey into the real world.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6knCrfsH3e
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He stepped onto the pavement, the world still hushed in its early morning breath. It was a different quiet from the game's dawn; this was heavier, laced with the distant rumble of a waking city and the scent of yesterday's rain on asphalt. His eyes, out of long-ingrained habit, dropped immediately to the ground. He focused on the cracks in the pavement, the discarded gum wrappers, the glitter of broken glass. a familiar, safe panorama of urban decay.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXgISHLPNJ3
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This was the usual. Head down, world blocked out. A defensive posture against the overwhelming stimuli of other people.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW6dwqOkiPS
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But then, a spark of defiance flickered. It was a small, fragile thing, born from a week of looking up at digital stars and facing down gelatinous monsters. He remembered the girl from his midnight walk. The awkward collision, the stammered apology to her shoes, the frantic retreat. The memory was a fresh cringe, a ghost that made his ears burn.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFO4veOpqm
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Not happening again, he thought, the resolve hardening. Not today.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJC4OthLll7
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He forced his chin up. It was a conscious, almost physical effort, like lifting a weight. He looked at the sky. It was the same dull, light-polluted expanse he’d seen from the playground, but in the morning light, it was a soft, featureless grey. No stars, no moon, just the blank canvas of another day.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi5gqPrS2Gm
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His heart hammered against his ribs, a nervous drumbeat against the quiet morning. This was it. This was the challenge. Not slimes, not rabbits, but the simple, terrifying act of walking down a street with his head held high.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDlfdfk5AQP
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His mind, always overactive, began to run simulations. If someone approaches from the front, look just past their shoulder. If you need to pass someone, keep a steady pace, don't slow down and make it weird. If you make eye contact by accident, a quick nod, then look away. Don't stare. Don't freeze. He was preparing for a social boss fight, mapping out the attack patterns of potential human interaction.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm9XNr4SjOj
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He rehearsed the movements in his head, a silent mantra accompanying each step. Shoulders back. Breathe. Look ahead, not down. See the world, don't just avoid it.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKRoPTDzXHq
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It felt unnatural, terrifying, and exhilarating. He was a Level 1 character in the real world, desperately trying to apply the tiny bit of confidence he’d grinded in a virtual one. He wasn't sure it would work. He wasn't sure he could do it.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbRQZw2R93a
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But for the first time in a very long time, he was trying. The errand for noodles was no longer just a chore; it was a dungeon run, and he was steeling himself for whatever or whoever he might meet along the way. 10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDHGKiA82FW
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He continued his walk, each step a conscious effort to keep his gaze level, to take in the world instead of hiding from it. The same beat-up car was parked on the curb. The same dog in the yard was barking its head off at a leaf skittering in the breeze. The scenery was the same, but his perspective was fundamentally different. Instead of a curated view of the pavement, he saw the whole picture. He noticed the garbage bag he’d seen days ago was finally gone, a small victory for the neighborhood. The stray cat was no longer hiding under a car; it was perched regally on top of a brick wall, one leg stuck in the air as it meticulously groomed itself, master of all it surveyed.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsXNnaMsZ5l
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Then he saw the old man. He was lean and leathery, dressed in a faded tracksuit, moving at a steady, rhythmic jog. Eon’s first instinct was to look down, to make himself invisible. But he clenched his jaw and kept his eyes forward, his heart doing a nervous tap-dance against his ribs.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxF5ORahiFd
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The old man drew closer, his breathing a steady puff-puff in the quiet morning air. As he passed, his eyes, crinkled at the corners, met Eon’s. A brief, neutral contact.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWaUQK7iGjP
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“Good morning,” the man said, the words tossed out easily between breaths.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPkg5tsyeMm
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Eon’s brain short-circuited. The social script he’d been rehearsing vanished from his RAM. His mouth opened, but only a dry, soundless croak came out. He managed to work his jaw, a stammer finally forming on his lips. “M-m-morn—“10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8UTYd53HtX
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But it was too late. The old man was already five paces past him, his back now to Eon, his focus back on his run. The interaction was over before Eon’s nervous system had even fully registered it.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGlK3LI7PvG
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He stood there for a second, frozen on the sidewalk, a hot wave of frustration washing over him.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3yoqXHO9Hl
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Damn it. I should be faster.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8xYmBkTpuI
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The thought was immediately followed by a more absurd, gamer-centric analysis. If he was a Horned Rabbit, I would be impaled right now. The comparison was ridiculous, but it fit. His reaction time in the real world was abysmal. He’d failed the quick-time event of basic civility. He hadn't dodged, he hadn't countered; he’d just stood there and taken the social damage.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ76W9oikXLk
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He let out a long, slow breath, the tension leaving his shoulders. It was a failure, but it was a data point. The old man hadn't stopped to mock him. He hadn't even seemed to notice the awkwardness. He’d just… continued on his run.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeGgYX82oRd
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The world hadn't ended.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtJvBswm1z3
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Emboldened by this minuscule survival, Eon adjusted his proverbial stance and continued his walk, a little less tense, a little more aware. The convenience store was just ahead. The quest objective was in sight.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGJIh7uKDMG
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He finally reached his destination. The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzzed like angry insects, a harsh island in the soft morning grey. And there, loitering outside, were a few guys. They were leaned against the wall, hoods up, sharing a cigarette. His old, ingrained radar screamed trouble. Probably armed. Definitely not people to make eye contact with.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXCORmYL1tD
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His movement became mechanical, a programmed response to perceived threat. Shoulders hunched slightly, eyes fixed on the store's automatic doors, he moved past them like a ghost, hoping his plain black outfit would make him blend into the background. He heard a low chuckle as the door slid shut behind him, but nothing else. He’d passed the first agro check.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWp6NnqAbRt
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Inside, the air was warm and smelled of stale coffee and processed food. He beelined for the familiar aisle, his sanctuary. There they were: the stacks of instant noodles, his lifeline. His hand went automatically for the same brand, the same flavor he’d eaten for years. It was safe. It was known.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtKfjnBaBwl
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But then he stopped. His fingers hovered over the familiar red package. I’m feeling a bit adventurous today. The thought was so alien it felt like it came from someone else. It was a tiny spark, a fragment of the defiance that had made him look up at the sky.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡelzRoleb43
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His eyes scanned the shelf. There were other brands. Dozens of them. Flavors he’d always ignored. Spicy Kimchi. Creamy Chicken. Lobster Bisque. Lobster Bisque? Who were they kidding?10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTHS9SpPv9t
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A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. Sure. Why not.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsmQPy2PB1s
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He picked up the Lobster Bisque flavor, its package a garish mix of gold and red. He then added a Spicy Kimchi one, for good measure. It wasn't a grand rebellion, but it was a choice. A deviation from the script. He’d faced down the guys outside, he’d kept his head up, and now he was buying weird noodles. It was, by his standards, a wildly successful dungeon run.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYYet3PpCMt
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He paid at the counter, avoiding the cashier’s eyes but managing a grunted "Thanks," and walked back out into the morning, a plastic bag holding his bizarre loot swinging at his side. The loitering guys were gone. The sun was beginning to burn through the haze.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlYC0jmbz6d
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He had completed his errand quest. And he’d even chosen a new loot drop.
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and then Add to home screen.