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PLAYER SELECT

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PLEASE SELECT A UNIT

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UNIT : 127 SQUAD
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UNIT : THE VISION
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UNIT : DREAM RUN
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UNIT : THE 7TH SENSE
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PLEASE SELECT ONE OF THE THE REMAINING PLAYERS

KUN Q.
AGE 24
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TEN L.
AGE 24
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HENDERY W.
AGE 20
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YANGYANG L.
AGE 19
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PLAYER : YANGYANG
JULY 2020

> despite how late it was, the city was still buzzing with energy. yangyang, clad in a grey hoodie and black jeans, ambled through the streets quietly and paid no mind to the drunk patrons knocking into him after exiting nightclubs.

the air smelled of alcohol and smoke, but he didn't mind. he was already used to those two smells anyway, and the combination with the somewhat peaceful night made it more tolerable. plus, the anticipation of what awaited him on his computer at home gave him a distraction—it made the long walk worth it.

"hey, what kinda kid is walkin' around these streets?"

an older man suddenly had his hands on yangyang's collar, pulling him to his flushed face. it was quite obvious he was drunk. "wait... have i seen your face before?"

yangyang hummed at the question. "maybe? but i've never seen you a day in my life."

the drunk man tsked. "you're the son of that old man, huh? the one who ran for mayor, or whatever? you shouldn't be out here when you've got a father like him. people will talk."

"i'm old enough to look after myself."

he let go of yangyang's hoodie, ignoring him. "i remember seein' your father at a few business meetings. he always brags about you, talkin' 'bout how you'll be next heir. how old are you now, sixteen?"

"i'm nineteen," yangyang corrected him. "and that's strange... my father never discussed inheritance with me."

"speakin' of inheritance... kid, you got some cash i can borrow?" the man let out a raspy laugh. "i know that father of yours has my gambling money... and loads more. that man's got different estates around the country, probably has a few women too, ha! it'll all be yours before you know it!"

he let out another laugh, but yangyang wasn't cracking a smile. he stood stiffly as he started choking up from hard laughter and finally spat to the side. it wasn't the first time he heard stuff like this about his father. but thinking about it, it actually sounded better than the truth.

with a sigh, he turned away from the intoxicated man and continued his journey.

the screen lit up his face amongst the cold darkness of his room. his mouse clicked quietly as he navigated his desktop files for what he just recently grew addicted to.

a pop-up showed on his screen: "do you wish to proceed?"

yangyang grinned before clicking "yes" and waited eagerly for the page to load. it had been almost an hour since he snuck back into his room. he should have been fast asleep in bed, but he didn't care. the excitement was keeping him up anyway.

his screen went black for a moment before displaying the home page of a website. he logged in as an administrator and clicked a tab.

"first player..." he muttered.

he typed information into empty fields: height, weight, birthdate, ethnicity, and most importantly—the name.

yangyang eyed the identification picture to the side. the male had a blank, tired face, yet his skin was still bright and healthy. he had cat-like eyes and a long, pointed nose. he looked like he could be a model or an art muse, but it was too bad he wouldn't live long enough to be any of those. despite that, yangyang was jealous of his looks. he tapped his chin thoughtfully before filling out the blank field for the name.

"first player," he repeated, finishing his typing with one last tap of a key. "ten lee..."

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SAVING PROGRESS . . .

UNLOCKED YANGYANG'S PLAYER PROFILE:
-ELDEST SON OF A POLITICIAN
-BORN IN TAIWAN BUT MOVED TO SOUTH KOREA
-NUMBER OF GAMES HE PARTICIPATED IN IS UNKNOWN
-MORE. . .

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