ll to the ground for the umpteenth time. The words "Game Over" taunted him in bold, red letters. His fru
. He had tried everything - different weapons, different skills, different tactics - but nothing se
mom. "Hey, sweetie, your dad and I are c
ted from his gaming session. "Mom, can't
ng time with your family?" his mom
e couldn't avoid her. "
ut his mind kept wandering, thinking about how much he didn't want to have this c
way. He had been waiting for weeks, and he was starting to get anxious. He had heard great
about the new game. He had high expectations for it, and he was hopi
d disappointment. And to make matters worse, his parents were ab
favorite pasta and a concerned expression. "Hey, sweet
'an replied, trying
ught your favorite dinner. Thought we could catc
a long night. "Dad, mom, I'm really busy wi
g that game for weeks. When are you going t
y real life is this game, mom. It's w
nate about gaming, son. But there's more to life than just a game. Yo
't get it. "You don't understand, dad. This game
ipped a beat as he jumped up from his chair. "
e behind. Xi'an tore open the package, his eyes w
'an didn't care. He was too busy tearing open
efresh himself with this then return to Eternal Arena and becoming the champion he knew he was meant to be.