White Online

Next morning.

The day of the Tournament.

In Isaac ’s room.

A shimmer of light pierced through narrow gaps of the curtains and lightened the room in bright sunlight.

The light reached the large and soft-looking bed, but it was empty, utterly void of any life.

The blanket covered the whole bed; it didn ’t have any wrinkles or signs of anyone ever sleeping in it!

*Creak*

Suddenly, a sound came from the direction of the desk.

In front of a desk, a white-haired young man was sitting while a notebook was in front of him.

He had a pencil between his thumb and index finger, which was moving like a streak of lightning as more words were appearing on the notebook ’s paper.

’ ’And… Done! ’ ’ He did the final straight line on the notebook, separating the top and bottom parts.

The top part had a gun drawing, which somewhat resembled a Musket Rifle.

In the middle of the paper was the straight line and finally, at the bottom part had thousands of words.

After he was done, he put his pencil down on the desk and closed his notebook.

*Crack*

He cracked his knuckles and relaxed his muscles, which were starting to feel stiff after writing over an hour.

He grabbed the pencil from the desk and threw it without even looking where.

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Without even looking at the cupboard in the distance, the pencil he threw went inside the cupboard and perfectly landed on the small plastic cup.

He didn ’t even think how impossible his feat was; it was like his precision was otherworldly.

After putting the notebook inside the cabinet, he locked it tightly and hid the silver key inside a book.

He took a phone from his phone and checked the time, ’ ’1 hour left. ’ ’ He murmured and decided to take a quick breakfast before entering White Online.

He left the room and went straight to the first floor, where a scent of food was already tickling Isaac ’s senses.

Isaac entered the dining room and saw his father and brother talking about something.