Uprising: My Life in a Video Game-Chapter 32: The Power of Math and Science

A round pink fruit, covered and engraved with spiral and vein-like designs, appeared on the table in front of Vorden.

Vorden took a look at the fruit with a slight curl of his lips in disgust.

It smelt as if you mixed gutter juice with fish water. It smelt absolutely terrible.Vorden was starting to doubt if it was even worth eating in the first place.

"Well, I spent a awful lot of cash on it. It'll be a waste of I don't... ugh." Vorden shivered in disgust.

He brought the fruit up to his slowly squeezing his nose while he did so.

Before he could take a bite, a notification popped up beside it.

**WARNING ⚠️**

**SIDE EFFECTS OF EATING THIS INCLUDE:**

**SEVERE HEADACHE**

**INCREASE IN ADRENALINE**

**SLOW RESPONSE TO STIMULI**

**65% CHANCE OF CARDIAC ARREST**

"..."

"HA! HA! This must be a joke. Okay, cut the camera." Vorden was hoping, no, Vorden was praying that someone will jump out and say 'Gotcha' or something like that. It was all in vain though.

"A rush of adrenaline and low respond to stimuli at the same time. How is that even possible? Well, forget it. I can try to remember everything myself but things were moving so quickly. This might be the best way to move forward.'

He stood up from his seat and began contemplating the best way to eat it. He took a deep breath.

Squeezing his eyes, he took a bite. He took another and another and another as quick as possible. Eventually there was nothing left.

"That was not has bad as I thought—"

BOOM!!

Suddenly, it hit him.

The world felt too loud, too bright, too much. He staggered into his seat, each footstep thudding like a drumbeat in his skull. Light stabbed at his eyes like needles, forcing him to fumble for the curtains and yank them shut. The pain wasn't just a headache—it was a living thing, clawing at the inside of his head, pulsing with every heartbeat.

He pressed his palms to his temples, as if he could cage the throbbing beast inside being this close to digging his nails in. Nausea swirled in his gut. Even the faint hum of the refrigerator in the next room felt like a jackhammer in his brain. With clenched teeth and shallow breaths, he collapsed onto the table, scattering the papers a little, praying for silence, darkness—anything to make it stop.

He picked himself up from the table and took his pen, his hand shaking and trembling in the process. He then began to write.

Layla (Real and Game version), Daniel, Claire, the giant, the ugly girl who invited me to her room, the Italian militant, the tutorial, Jerry, the man I tied to a tree...

Vorden began to write every detail he recalled. He tried his best to overlook the throbbing headache but it was difficult.

But that didn't stop him from writing, he wrote and wrote and wrote.

***

The students counted themselves and they were thirteen in total. freёnovelkiss.com

"Okay, let's get on with the task for today—" a student said.

"Wait a minute? Aren't we only twelve in our normal class?" another student interrupted.

"Now that you brought that up, we do have more than normal." Daniel brought up.

"It will be difficult to tell due to the difference in appearance than normal. What are we going to do?" Claire said a little timidly.

"Maybe we should talk to the teacher about it?" One suggested.

"That will be the best course of action," the others agreed.

One ran off to check up on the teacher. After a while he returned with a confused look.

"What happened?' Daniel asked surprised at the peculiar look.

"He is.... He is writing." the student said plainly.

"Writing?" Daniel raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. But he seems he is in pain. It is really peculiar. I'm not sure what to do?'

the student replied scratching his head.

"Well, did you tried calling him or tapping him." Daniel asked perplexed.

"I did. I shouted his name, I tapped him, I even threw a light punch to his shoulder but nada." the student, whose name was Peter said.

"This will be difficult..." Daniel taught long and hard.

"Let's just do the jobs he assigned us to do and if anything rises up we will come to the sitting room, here, to figure something out. Okay, does that sound good?" Daniel asked.

"Sure," the others agreed. Parting ways slowly. Everything became focused on Daniel.

He stares at the ceiling and prays for the best. He then proceeded to do the stuff he was assigned to do.

His eyes branches at the sledgehammer in the cupboard and some other instruments. He remembers something but didn't think too much of it and continued on his way.

Peter followed right beside him, eyes glancing towards the sledgehammer.

"Mhm..."