[User Integrating in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…]

As soon as the system announced zero, your eyes widened in shock and surprise – and fear. Your brain felt a ma.s.sive jolt. You fell backward against the door of the café, shattering the gla.s.s panel with your body. Many customers rushed to your aid as your mind slipped into unconsciousness.

You didn't know how long had pa.s.sed when you opened your eyes. Everything in front of your eyes was foggy. Your ears were also ringing. You couldn't hear anything anyone said, but from the people-shaped silhouettes in front of you, they appeared to be yelling at you.

"Can you hear me?" one of the older customers shouted.

"He's coming to. Give him some room," another customer called out. He backed away from you along with many of his drinking buddies.

[User Integrated Complete. Welcome to the Game. Your privilege is basic. Complete quest will grant you greater privilege. Goodluck.]

What game, you pondered as your hearing returned slowly.

"What happened?" you asked and tried to focus your eyes. Whatever had happened minutes ago had stunned you and paralyzed all your senses.

"He must have pa.s.sed out from the shock," Thomas said flatly as he towered over you. You narrowed your eyes at your so-called rival. There was strange outline over his body, and his clothes seemed to be flickering.

"Don't bother with him," your agent said from the side as more people constantly checked you over and making sure you were okay. One even gave you a slap across the face to wake you up from the daze. "Let's us return to our discussion. The CAA will soon sign a formal contract with me. It will help me developed a good future for your career."

Thomas smirked. "Did you hear that? My agent had just won a supporting role for me. Unlike you, my future will be awesome."

"Give it a rest, Neo," you snorted as you rubbed your eyes and tried to stand up. The dizziness was beginning to fade, but your vision hadn't fully returned. "Just because I don't have any lines or frontal shot in any of my roles, it doesn't mean I'm a complete loser."

"You are a complete loser. Want to be a director? Dream on. I'm telling you now, your agent only signs you up because your family have a good relations.h.i.+p with George Lucas. It's not because you have any talents," Thomas sneered.

"Right, Neo," you said. "I'm sure it wasn't because of your father is the executive vice president of –

"It's because I have talent and the potential to be a superstar!" Thomas shouted. He waved his hand and changed the subject. "When you used underhand tactics to squeeze me out of that grand prize –

"You mean when I proved that you stole my idea and tried to pa.s.s it on as your own," you snorted and opened your eyes and stared directly at Thomas. You blinked several times. "What the f.u.c.k…?"

All over Thomas' figure was words and numbers. Strength, stamina, endurance, wisdom, intelligent – those were games attributes. You rubbed your eyes several times to make sure you weren't seeing things, but the attributes expanded. More words and numbers filled up in front of you.

"A Grade Acting Skill? I call bulls.h.i.+t," you snorted as you realized what these numbers were.

Somehow, you could see his attributes and his skillsets. Not only him, you could see everyone's attributes and skillsets. It was insane. Your mind began to hurt due to sheer amount of information captured by your eyes.

You covered your eyes with your hands and took a moment to calm yourself.

"f.u.c.k you, my acting skill is top notch," Thomas said and pointed at himself. "I will be a big star in the future. I will partic.i.p.ate in the Oscar. My name will be heard all over the world."

He then jabbed at you, ignoring all the nearby onlookers. He didn't even care that you just regained consciousness from cras.h.i.+ng through the gla.s.s door. "As for you, you will always be a shameful loser."

"Thomas," you said and slowly opened your eyes. You narrowed them at your so-called rival. "You're such a d.i.c.k… holy s.h.i.+t, your d.i.c.k is tiny!"

You stared directly at the thing between his legs as his clothes faded away. It was there a minute ago, but now it was gone.

"What? I don't have a small d.i.c.k," Thomas immediately denied. His hands nearly covering his d.i.c.k, but he stopped himself when he realized you couldn't really see through his clothes – or could you?

Apparently, you can – somehow.

"f.u.c.k, no wonder your girlfriend dumped you," you cracked up and looked around the room at all the people. Your eyes widened and noticed everyone was stark naked. It would be a glorious sight if it wasn't for all the old men and their wrinkled old b.a.l.l.s. "What the f.u.c.k!? Don't put that in front of me."

You immediately covered your eyes and rushed out of the café. You ran across the road and turned the corner. "Phew, good thing I think fast. The owner will force me to pay for the damaged door."

Since you bolted before anyone was the wiser, you supposed you can't return to that café anymore. It wasn't a great loss, and you apparently gained something from the whole ordeal. You have X-ray eyes – just imagine all the glorious things you could capture with them. Oh – and you could also see people's attributes and skillsets.

"Are you hungry, honey?"

You heard a feminine voice from behind you. You turned around to see a young woman bending over a trolley to feed her baby with a bottle. As her husband stood nearby, you stared at her bare round a.s.s and sweet lower lips for a moment before covering your nose. You swore you were having a nose bleed.