Enoch''s family sat as they watched the news. It has be one week since the incidt. The news anchor was having a guest from the International Investigation Bureau (IIB).
They were known to investigate Global Incidts and make sure justice was served.
"Please wee Andrews Eagles! He is a well-known reporter and a journalist that works with IIB. And he has graced us many times with news that shook us to the core. And today we invite him tomt and borate about the global incidts of the newly hyped Game Asteroids Online!"
"Mr Eagles, what can you say about the incidt!" The anchor asked.
"Well, let me rify something. What the world knows about Marathon Bolt Industry as the creator of Asteroids online is not true. I mean, they are the ones but it''s a coboration." He rified himself and continued,
"VR Tech was hatched by Bolt Company. Th, it was only used by Space Explorers. You know, it gets lonely out there but in VR, they felt as if at home! Butter Bolt Company sold the tech to variouspanies for Billions of Union. That was wh the VR Gamepetition showed up. And as time wt on, thesepanies managed to achieve breakthroughs and improved the VR Tech."
"Later on, Bolt Company wanted to buy the improvemts and that gave rise to a lot of skirmishes. In the d, most of thesepanies merged and gave birth to Marathon Bolt Industry."
"Bybining their resources, they brought Asteroids Online to the table as the Ultimate Game. Just its inception alone made other gamepanies fall. By these, you may recognize where problems arise." He drank some water before he continued!
"Companies that did not join Marathon Bolt couldn''t produce anything as good as Asteroid Online. So, many decided to join. But, there are others known as Rebels. They decided to hijack the game many times with failures, until now."
"By sessfully infiltrating Asteroids Online''s corepany and targeting the VR Cabin to cause ough disaster that will force the Game to shut down. All along, some that joined Marathon Bolt were working with the hostile group and that was how they got ess to it."
"But people should feel at ease. The issue has be tak care of by the world powers and they are trying to solve the problem. It''s true, we are considering shutting the Game down forever. Anything that will danger our people is not weed!"
Andrew Eagle exined.
"He is just narrating. It''s a speech he has already prepared." Adaminamted.
"Yes, those agts don''t speak for themselves. They are intelligce officers, so every word is officially licsed!" Joseph added.
Seth was sitting on an electric wheelchair giv by the Game Company for his idt.
He has recovered to the point of doing some stuff but he still can''t walk, so he uses the Electric wheelchair.
Sarah has made it known that he will never dive into the game ever again, and no one opposed her.
Seth, on the other hand, was having great confusion. He has be trying to make sse of what happed.
First, he was sad he lost a Temporal Pearl but th he felt the same thing wh he was out of the game! As he thought it through for a week, he came up with an assumption.
The game wasn''t a game but another reality they were thrown to. The NPC were just other people living in another dimsion or world—and that raised the possibility of bringing out their Tech or other stuff to Earth.
What cemted his reasoning was yesterday he wheeled himself to his VR Cabin room and he ssed the Pearl Energy in his Cabin.
His mom scolded him, thinking he wanted to dive again. She was ev thankful that the game server was shut down until things were resolved.
The next TV program wasn''t to his liking, so Seth wt to his Art Room. The changes Seth felt after the incidt were ormous.
All the paintings, calligraphy and sculpture he made, now look crude to him. He believes that he can improve them. But the amateurish problem didn''t lie with the strokes of paintings but from the very beginning.
The type of brush, pcil or rod used,
The colours preparations,
The papers or canvas used,
Ev the board that was used.
Nanncy did say most of his mistakes were from the beginning, he didn''t understand it back th. Now, he was able to glimpse into it.
"I need my industry." He mumbled.
Seth took his time as he surfed the, downloading differt ns and ev consulting professionals. Seeing the sunset, he wt back to his room to rest.
Saturday, 5, 4. New Caldar, Seth wt back to his Art Room. It has be four days since he started making a n—and today he finished. He has used every brain cell he can muster to perfect his future Art ns!
"Time for breakfast!" Sarah knocked and tered.
"Yes. Mam, I wanted you to check this out!" Seth said.
Sarah sat beside him and collected the book that Seth handed to her.
"It''s a business n about a little industry."
"What kind of industry!" She asked as she began to check the book.
"Arts. A great artist prepared his material. The n includes all the things I might need!"
Sarah sighed as she saw the exorbitant fund needed.
Among the ns was to establish a farm. Both animals and nts will be raised. He researched well that some important colour ingredits are from certain nts and animal extracts.
Nanncy did say she has a farm that mostlyprises Floating lilies, Bewilders Cyn Rose, and Camalin light. They are all used to prepare colours.
Seth wanted to prepare all these kinds of additives and practice to be a Guine World Artist. Since he has the Talts he better use them to their core.
"We need to involve your sister. This amount can only be plucked by her!"
To bring in Anna and make her give him that money, Seth prepared something grand.
A painting of her!
Later in the eving, Seth dragged Anna to his Art room.
"Anna, I have something to show you! Please, pull that cloth!" Seth pointed at a cloth, covering a board as tall as a human.
"What is it? Your prank?" But seeing their mother by her side, she thought otherwise. Anna grabbed the cloth and yanked it away—but th she jumped back with a shout and a terrifying expression.
Both Seth and Sarah were surprised by her reaction. She should be surprised but not terrified.
"She is terrified of her in-game character… Ma, I think she has a trauma!" Seth said to his mother!