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in
the hospital, but I still worry that they have never brought any of their
friends around. Were they embarrassed that we live in a lower district than
everyone else, or perhaps they were embarrassed of me? I don’t know the reason
but they have also never gone to their friend’s home either, they are always
home by 4:00pm without fail.
    Breakfast was easy, I just took some of last night’s pizza out of the
fridge and had that, not even reheating it. A little unhealthy, but nothing
beats the occasional cold pizza in the morning.
    Eager to use my
legs again I head back to my room and plug into virtual reality. Before
logging in as Lost I decided to look through the options of customizing my
locker, the amount of detail you could delve into was enormous. Without playing
around with the features of the locker so much I just placed a white sofa and
coffee table in the centre. A few cups and a simple coffee machine on the
table, I planned to come back and try some later.
    Logging into End Online my
locker dispersed into mist, reforming into the world around me exactly where I
logged out at the church.
    Travelling back into the
main courtyard of Iceridge I couldn’t hear anyone talking about me anymore, but
that was probably because all the players from last night are now logged off. I
head south towards the central keep where the barracks was described to be
located.
    I passed through a lot of
areas where there where houses had signs for selling and renting, can’t say
there won’t be people playing as real estate tycoons given the opportunities to
purchase a property and start renting it out. Although there seemed to be more residences for sale than for rent.
    Eventually I arrived at
was looked similar to but not quite a coliseum. I passed by stone monuments of
soldiers with their names etched under their feet and through the front door. A
regal receptionist wearing a white soldier uniform, blond hair tied up in a
bun, and plain rectangular glasses was filling out paperwork behind a desk at
the end of an otherwise empty room.
    She looked up at me as I
got closer and was straight to the point.
    “What do you think you’re
doing in this place? This is not some tourist destination.”
    “Forgive me. I have come
seeking to become stronger.” I was as polite as I could have possibly been
short of prostrating myself.
    “Not my problem. I don’t
like you, something about you seems off, and you are not someone I would even
consider trustworthy.” Curse this aggravation skill! “But, I am required to
follow regulation regardless. Read and fill out this form then pass through the
door to my left, heading down the corridor until you reach the training ground.
Centurion Markus will be your instructor.”
    I don’t know who I should
thank for this opportunity, but the effect of my aggravation skill seems to be
useless in this place.
    The receptionist turned
over a safety and guidelines form that all I really had to do was fill in my
name and sign underneath. While reading all about any resulted death in the
training arena was not the fault or responsibility of the Iceridge Military
Forces, IMF for short, another player entered the barracks and filled out a
form as well.
    One glance left me
dumbstruck. Blonde. Or should I say golden hair that
was neither long nor short, but completely straight. Bright blue eyes, height
wise a head taller than me, a solid build and face that looked like he fought
for the weak and elderly. This man next to me was the re-incarnation of Prince
Charming!
    He didn’t even read the
paper that was given to him, just signed it and walked towards the training
ground without paying anything else attention. I was right behind him in
leaving the reception. This guy may be wearing the same beginner gear as me but
what an overpowering aura he gave off, the difference between the two of us was
astronomical.
    We walked into a square
training ground thirty meters wide and about fifty long. There were