Trapped In A Game World? Bring It On!

Chapter 1 - New life

The faint morning breeze swept into the space, bringing with it the fresh scent of spring. In the corridors of a certain school, a boy walked quietly, his footsteps muffled by the whispers and laughter around him. The boy in question appeared to be in his seventeen's and was relatively tall compared to his classmates, measuring around 5'9 foot. His blond hair was neatly trimmed at the nape of his neck, but a few golden locks fell over his eyes. The young man, although slim, had well-toned and hard muscles.

"And off we go for another tedious day." - Mori Hiroki commented to himself, his blue eyes scanning the busy hallway. As he wandered past, the chatter among the other students increased, causing a mild frown to creep onto his young but masculine face.

It had been three weeks since Hiroki was transferred to Minami Myoujin High School, that being the outcome of his uncle, Mori Saito's decision. Initially, Hiroki was against his uncle's idea of transferring, not only because he was already used to his old school, but also since it was located in Tokyo.

"I think a change of scenery will do you good. Tokyo is a bustling city, so there will be plenty of fun things to do." - His uncle said a month prior with a grin. Hiroki was aware that this wasn't the real reason for relocating.

Constant fights, involvement with more than dubious companies and alienation from his school peers out of extreme fear.

This had been a constant in the boy's life since he was 13 years old. Right after he found out about...that.

A grimace came over the blond's face as he remembered the past.

Reminiscing the betrayal of the people he once considered the most important in his life always brought a bitter taste to his mouth. It wasn't as if he still cared about those whores and that damned transfer student, the anger and sadness had long since worn off. But for that, countless nights in which the boy's cries were smothered by his pillow in a vain attempt to lessen the pain of his desolate heart had elapsed, until he finally reached a point where his tears ran out.

He wouldn't lie about not contemplating suicide when he discovered the truth through the videos, so much so that when he ran out of the house on that night of heavy rain and powerful lightning, the boy even tried to throw himself in front of a truck to put an end to this hell.

But he couldn't.

Even though he had given up on himself, his instinct for survival, his fear of death and his will to live were still preserved and intact within him.

When his passivity due to the shock of the discovery gave way to indignation and growing anger in him, Hiroki pondered the idea of handing the dvds over to the police, so that all those responsible and complicit in that bizarre and sickening affair would pay for their sins with the punishment that befitted them.

The problem was that, as soon as he returned to his room to get the DVDs, he couldn't find them.

They were gone.

It was only a few days later that Hiroki found out that Kokujin had sent his mother to collect the DVDs and bring them back to him, which she willingly did.

''Heh, looking back on it, the bastard might have been the worst kind of scum possible, but he definitely wasn't that stupid." - He mused.

That same night, he witnessed something even more appalling than everything he had uncovered. As he searched the premises in his desperate pursuit of the evidence that would lead to his freedom, someone attacked him from behind, immobilizing him. Hiroki didn't even have to look back to know who it was.

Kokujin.

Accompanied by those he once thought loved him.

What followed was yet another beating from the transfer student. With each kick to his stomach and ribs that took his breath away, as well as each punch that smashed into his face and broke his nose, the sadistic gleam in Kokujin's eyes grew.