《𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴》

"This world is boring,"

Alis muttered, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead as he gazed out at the moon through a window.

The silver glow illuminated his face, but his thoughts were far from the serene night sky. They were consumed by memories of a life that had always been... too easy

Alis always got praise ever since he was young, having wealthy parents, being handsome, and having the talent to draw praise and claps for whatever he did.

With one glimpse at the contents of any chapter in any book, he would learn them with ease. Knowledge was in his head, and he mastered every intellectual challenge that befell him.

Whether it was his quick understanding of new things, his faultless memory, or his effortless accomplishment at school, no one around him ever stopped to lavish him with compliments.

Later on, he became accustomed to all the praise. Not only were his skills academic, but they were also reflected in his interests and hobbies.

If he picked up an instrument to play, he was deemed to be a prodigy. If he played sports, he was regarded to be a natural. It was almost like the world had decided that Alis was destined for great things.

Naturally, people started to hate him. They were all filled with jealousy. But what could Alis do? He didn't ask to be like this; he didn't ask to be born as the perfect human being. Over time, he grew accustomed to hate.

What do they want me to do? Apologize for being better than them? It couldn't be helped. I was destined to be like this.

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On this particular day, Alis slept at his desk, the golden light of the sun streaming through the window waking him. There were no classmates around; the class was over without him even knowing. He stretched, yawned, and picked up his things, his thoughts drifting to the upcoming exams.

There was another perfect score in store for him—a result as inevitable as the rising sun. The repetition of always acing tests no longer excited him; it was an everyday occurrence. He released a deep sigh, got up from the desk, and strode to the cafeteria.

There, he simply picked up the Rubik's Cube that was resting on the table. Within the span of seconds, his fingers danced along the colored squares, solving it with mechanical efficiency. He set it back down, indifferent.

Too easy…

As Alis sat at the table eating his meal, he could not help but overhear the conversation of two of his classmates.

"Yo, bro, have you played that super extremely hard, challenging game everyone's talking about?"

"Yeah, but it's too damn difficult! I can't even get past level 1."

“Pfft, noob. I’ve already reached level 3.”

“Tsk, there is an upcoming exam. Unlike you, dumbass, I'm not going to waste my time playing that stupid game.”

“Haha, enough with all the excuses. Cope harder, you damn noob!”

The conversation sparked his curiosity.

A game? Super extremely hard, challenging game? What a joke.

⊶☽☬☾⊷

Outside the gate, at the conclusion of the school day, a black limousine was waiting for him. Two lines of bodyguards stood along the sides, and a red carpet led to the limousine door.

The students gave way for him to pass; they were accustomed to this sight. When Alis walked along the carpet, the guards bowed and shouted,

“Greetings, young master!”

Accustomed to the loud greetings, Alis paid them no mind and boarded the limousine. He opened his phone to read new web novels, but they were all cliché and bored him. The car seat was comfortable, and the hum of the music made him sleepy.

Finally, he got to his house. The house was massive, black and white, with modern buildings. He went to his room, powered on his computer, and played the game his classmates were discussing.

As he immersed himself in the gameplay, he soon realized that they were not joking. The mechanics were intricate, the obstacles were challenging, and the enemies were cruel.

For the first time in years, Alis encountered something he could not master at first.

And he loved it.

His losses accumulated in rapid succession. He won, he lost, he won, and lost again. But instead of frustration, each loss ignited an inner flame—a desire to win. A flame he had not felt in years.

Finally, after playing for hours, he reached the boss. The boss was extremely hard, with plenty of HP and fast agility, along with 10,000 special moves. He had to master them all; if he was even 0.1 seconds late, it would mean his defeat. He failed and failed more than a hundred times, but the smile on his face never faded; it even grew wider.

Weeks went by, and Alis immersed himself in the game. He learned strategy, watched other players, and practiced relentlessly. He embraced the setbacks, understanding that they were stepping stones to his growth.

He dropped out of school, and no one dared to question his absence. If Alis wanted to, he could buy the school—or even the city. His servants didn't urge him to return to school, knowing full well their position.

His parents, who were always busy at work, never noticed that their son no longer attended. Being the aloof genius that he was since childhood, he never formed any friendships, nor did he feel the need for them.

Then, after thirty days of intense effort, it finally happened—he won against his first boss. The thrill that ran through him was indescribable, a mix of accomplishment and exhilaration.

But one victory was not enough. He dove deeper, overcoming more difficult obstacles, defeating more formidable opponents, until he reached the game's end. He was the world's top player, the undefeated champion.

But the thrill was short-lived.

He moved on to other games, pushing himself even further, but no matter how difficult they claimed to be, they all fell before him. One by one, he conquered them. Even on the most brutal difficulty settings, they eventually became…

Too easy.

Alis had found refuge in the game, seeking a challenge equal to his intellect and skill. For one fleeting moment, he had found it. The struggle, the frustration, the triumph—it had all felt real.

But now, standing once more at the top, he knew the thrill was gone.

The emptiness reappeared, heavier than ever.

"This world is boring.”

𓆩✧𓆪