I strike the giant ghost king and a banging exploding light flash the air and the game cleared. We could hear players clapping their hands and others whistling for our coordinated victory. It was a relish shown that has not been seen in the history of gaming and they relish the spot. Our system pops

[ CONGRATULATIONS]

[YOU WIN 30,000 LIFE POINTS]

[NEW SKILL GAINED- GHOST KING ARMOR]

[HOT CORE SIGNATURE GHOST KING SABER SWORD]

People clapping for our Victory. I lift the long Saber which begins to glow in golden colors. It's attack power is level four, red is level ten attack power. I must use it for a fight before I could unlock the red hot signature of the red saber. I swing wrapping around my hand feeling the sword.

"Hi my name is Dina Ross. I am American" Dina stretch her hands to shake me.

"My name is Natasha Romanoff. I am Russian".  She remove her cat mask and the most gorgeous blues we ever see. Thick pinkish lips and a beautiful straight blonde mixture of black hair. 

"Damn I am in love!. Do you have a boy friend?, I am still single. I can cook! I love games...ahaaah. I drive a scrap car". Tobi said smiling rushing plenty words at the same time. Romanoff blushes stroking her hair. She has a tiny voice which made her meek and only puts on a mask to make her look more muscular so men so they would not see her as weak with her Russian accent.

"How about we have coffee and some nice breakfast tomorrow and we get to know more about our selves while sharing life points" Tobi offered definitely not backing down.

"Ok, we can do breakfast tomorrow" they said simultaneously. I look over roaming my eyes in search of Kingston. I have a gut feeling that we might meet sooner than expected and in a more dangerous situation in the oasis of game nine. Tobi share the meeting address and we began to retrace our footstep walking home and the Rain begins fall.

......

I got home and after washing up. I switched to a normal wheel chair with two big tires beside it. My father is not home. I changed into a short boxers and put on a ash color t-shirt. I ride out from the room into an apartment that look like a garage. The garage has a front door and  rectangular glassy window by its right side next to the door and from this window you can see the busy street directly. People driving and cars pass by with their game Avatar. The sounds of metalic train chugging over the  train bridge. The garage serves as a shop for repairs of mechanical and robotic tech instrument. Scanning around the room, you see bright lamp light in the roof filtering light on top a large rectangular brown table. Cupboards and mechanical robotic spare parts, tools, instrument and few other useful tools.

I lay my Exo skeletal on top the table and reach for a spanner. I unscrew a large nuts from the knee and use screwdriver for smaller nuts. I began my reconstruction as I watched my father done it before. I finished and activate the robotic exoskeleton suit. It's works and suddenly screams and falls apart.  I guess am not yet a master at these crafts like my father.

I have to wait for him and I roll my wheel chair staring at the window. I see mother's holding an umbrella walking side by side her sons. I roam my eyes following them till they walked out of sight. I miss my mother, things would have been easy if she was around.

Humans is design in such a way that when you feel depressed about something. Your mind begins to capture exactly what your heart desires. It like the laws of the universe, you don't chase after money, you work on your self and the skills and men will draw to your light. Similar to what Napoleon hills said in his book Think and grow rich. That books has powers to transform once thought towards life. If you fear something it becomes your reality.

My father wallowed in alcohol, he was once a believer of Christ or perhaps my mother was the believer and my dad followed after her footstep but when death took her away from us. He broke down losing his faith so did I but my mother's love and teaching his all I have left and I must hold unto it. Why do bad things happen to the good people?. Why do the ones with common sense and wisdom do not have the power and yet idiots with no wisdom wallow in power and when they one's with wisdom speak.

They look at them as broke and disgusting people.

What arrogance!. I want to know why and I search for answers.

Each time i see a reflection of my face in the glassy window, white hair and blue eyes, I see my mother's beautiful face in me. Lost in the train of thoughts, the door cuts in with father walking in. He is on strip brown suit with an overall brown long jacket reaching his knees drenched in the rain. He is yet to shave his white bears and cut his hair. Either his work or bottle, like father like son. Two broken people.

"Welcome father".

"What happened to the Exo suit?" He questions

"It broke down...."

"Let me guess, while playing a game right!".

"Right father...."

"I haven't I told you to concentrate on your studies and leave games. What part of my English, no games will you not understand tom".

"Am sorry, I thought I might help to win life points to file a law suit against uncle. I have a feeling he killed mother".

"Shut up, you don't know that. How can you tell that my brother killed your mother. It was an accident..." I cut in shouting.

"It wasn't an accident!. It was not an accident!.

You where not looking and talking with mother and I sat at the back. I saw the truck driver smiling while coming from a distance. He saw us driving from the corner and the timing he fired the accelerator aiming at us crashing into our vehicle. He drove hitting the passenger sit where mother was sitting and rammed our car off the bridge. He planned to kill us and I won't forget nor forgive him. I know mother keep saying we should forgive and love our enemies however these enemy I must find and I will kill these enemy when I see him. That face I won't forget it." 

My father slap his face with his palm, walks over to the fridge. Pops up a bottle of beer pouring on a cup. He drinks the whole cup in a second and stare is transparent eyes at me.

"So what's your plan now that you think my brother has something to do with my wife's death?. You are going to wallow on a revenge mission by playing games and wasting your life?. Do you even have a plan?".

"It's not a waste of time father. You know very well I am quite smart when it comes to crimes and you know immediately after we where hospitalized. He convinced the board of directors to overthrown you supporting him. It was just too convenient that everyone was waiting for something to happen and join over. It too convenient that no one supported you the rightful heir to Abstract technology. Can't you see and smell the connecting dots . 

 The God ranking game tomorrow, I intend to play that game and kill as many monsters as I can and get money. I am going to get a surgery done on my leg, file for a law suit and my uncle to deliver that murder fu*ker to me".

" About that game! Son Something is wrong and feels off about it. The creator of the game DAVID MARK has suddenly disappeared and there are rumours of the Pythagorean theorem of the game to be connected to some demonic code. I would like you to sit out of these game".

"But father".

" Don't father me. If a game is designed to kill my only son. It's not worth it, I lost your mother and I can't lose you too. I will commit suicide if anything happens to you. Let's eat".

My father prepared some foods and place on the garage table. I shove in my spoon to dig in and his slam my hands.

"Ooouch!"

"Where is your manners? I thought your mother taught you to be the pastor of the house and pray for every meal before eating?"

" Am sorry father. Thank you father for these delicious food.......". We shared a meal together and then my father and I fixed my Exo skeleton suit. 

"I have a surprise for you. The new tech". He brought out a new model of the Exo suit. It made from fibers suit and has micro wiring instead of irons which can be troublesome. It's feet's perfectly and has less metallic plate around it. The day comes to end. I sleep on top a Japanese futon because we can't afford a bed  and my dad stayed all night with his bottle of beer working at the garage on my Exo suit.