I became an antagonist teacher in RPG WORLD

Chapter 1: A Game-Changing Event

Marina was just an ordinary person, working a mundane job at a corporate company. Her life was predictable and uneventful, the kind where every day seemed like a repeat of the last. But there was one thing that made her days a little brighter: a game called Fantastic Worlds. She had become completely addicted to it, spending every free moment trying to conquer its many challenges.

"Ugh, why is this final boss so hard to beat?" she muttered, frustration bubbling up as she stared at the screen. The words "You Died" flashed in bright red letters, mocking her failure. Marina groaned and threw a mini tantrum, slamming her fists on the desk. "I don't want to play anymore!"

But a small voice in the back of her mind urged her not to give up just yet. Come on, you can do this. Time to use the ultimate combo skill. A determined smirk spread across her face as she refocused on the game. Her fingers flew over the keyboard with renewed vigor.

"YOU WIN!" The victory screen blazed across her laptop, and Marina let out a triumphant scream. "Finally! HAHAHAHA!"

As she basked in her hard-earned victory, a new message popped up on the screen: "Congratulations on being the first player to win the game! Here is a special gift just for you."

"Huh, a gift?" Marina said, tilting her head in curiosity. A prompt appeared, offering her a choice: [𝕐𝕖𝕤] or [ℕ𝕠]. Without thinking twice, she clicked [𝕐𝕖𝕤].

[ Congratulations, you have been chosen! ]

Suddenly, her room began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had hit. Marina's eyes widened in terror. "WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

The shaking grew more intense, and Marina screamed, "KYAAAAA!" as dizziness washed over her. Her vision blurred, and she felt her consciousness slipping away.

The last thing she saw before everything went black was the glowing screen of her laptop, the words "Special Gift" flickering ominously.

That was the final image in her mind before everything turned blank.

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A memory flashed before her eyes. A gloomy house, filled with the echo of raised voices. Her parents were arguing—again. Little Marina, only eight years old, hid in her room, pressing her hands tightly over her ears in fear and anxiety.

"Please stop fighting, please stop fighting," she whispered, tears streaming down her face as she cried into her pillow.

The scene shifted. She was older now, just home from school. The house was a mess—trash bins overflowing, empty bottles of alcohol littering the tables and floor. Her mother lay passed out on the couch, reeking of alcohol, the aftermath of another bender.

"Again with the drinking..." she thought bitterly. Without a word, she went straight to her room, plugging in her headphones and immersing herself in the virtual world of her game, shutting out the chaos of the real world.