The Gaming Master

Klaus pov

I have always been invisible. Or should I say I didn't fit in. I had always isolated myself from the life before my very eyes. A life of affluent I didn't belong too although I wished 

The  campus was filled with the children of CEOs, politicians, and celebrities, I was nothing but a speck of dust. I had no fancy cars, no designer clothes, and no wealthy parents to protect me.

 My scholarship covered tuition, but everything else? That was on me. While others partied and wasted their nights in luxury, I worked part-time jobs just to afford a meal. It was pathetic, I know, but at least I had my dignity.

It was just me ever since I was let go from the orphanage. The admission into this prestigious university had been the only source of changing my fate. 

My wretched life.

Or at least, that was what I thought. 

Then Felix came along.

Felix Carter—the name that made people straighten their backs and lower their voices. The richest, most influential student on campus. 

A guy who walked like he owned the world and treated everyone else as his servants. If there was a king in this school, it was him. And I? I was nothing more than an ant beneath his feet.

I was more like the filth in the school or should I say I was treated as such by almost all the students on campus. 

At first, I thought he didn’t even know I existed. But then, out of nowhere, he singled me out.

It started small—little things, like forcing me to move out of his way when he walked by, or making me stand when he wanted my seat in the cafeteria. But then it escalated.

"Hey, Klaus," Felix had smirked one day, tossing his notebook at me. "Do my assignment by tomorrow." He would jokingly snapped or yelled at me. 

Sometimes, he even thrust the book or dirty handkerchief into my face telling me to make sure it was clean. 

I wonder why I had to do it when he probably had a bunch of servants lined up to do his laundry. 

But I have seen the way Felix picked on the weaker and lesser kid and I knew that he was trying to mess with me but I had no choice. I cannot complain. Besides, who would listen to no one like me.

I stared at the book in my hands, heart pounding. "What?"

Felix's eyes narrowed. "Did I stutter?" He said with his gaze locked on mine. 

I wanted to refuse. I should have refused. But before I could, his friends surrounded me, their smirks mirroring his. I turned and I could see four of them standing around me, waiting anxiously for the word that was going to come out of my mouth.

I knew I had to be smart and think before I release whatever my brain was planning. 

"You'll do it, right?" one of them asked, cracking his knuckles.

I swallowed my pride and nodded. “ Yes.” 

“ Ata boy!” Felix said with a wide grin. He snapped his hands and his friends followed him away like some dog. 

That was how it all started. .

Assignments turned into errands. Errands turned into laundry duty. Before I knew it, I was Felix Carter’s personal servant.

And if that wasn’t enough, he made sure to humiliate me in front of the entire student body.

"Hey, everyone!" Felix had called out one day in the campus plaza. "Did you know Klaus here is a total loafer? A waste of space! Probably wouldn't even be here if the school didn’t need some charity cases."

Laughter erupted around me.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.

I should have walked away. Should have ignored him. But that day, something in me snapped.

I had taken enough.

I was done being his punching bag.

That night, as I sat in my tiny dorm room, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My tired eyes, my sunken cheeks—I looked weak. And maybe I was.

But I couldn’t be weak anymore.

If words weren’t enough to make Felix stop, then maybe my fists would be.

So, I made a plan.

I knew where Felix and his friends always hung out—the old basketball court near the gym. Every night, they gathered there to smoke, drink, and laugh like they owned the world. I decided that was where I would take my stand.

I waited for them to arrive, hiding in the shadows. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins. When I saw Felix laughing with his friends, something in me burned hotter than before.

I stepped forward. "Felix."

He turned, eyebrows raised. "Well, well, look who it is. Did you come to beg for mercy?"

I didn’t answer. Instead, I threw the first punch.

For a second, there was silence. Felix stumbled back, touching his cheek where my fist had landed.

Then he laughed.

A slow, mocking laugh.

"You’ve got guts, Klaus. I’ll give you that," he said, rolling his shoulders. "But you just made the biggest mistake of your life."

I didn’t even have time to react before he moved.

The next thing I knew, his fist crashed into my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I staggered, gasping for breath, but before I could recover, another punch slammed into my face. Pain exploded in my skull, and I hit the ground hard.

Laughter echoed around me.

"Did you really think you could win, Klaus?" Felix’s voice dripped with amusement. "You’re nothing. And you’ll always be nothing."

I gritted my teeth, trying to push myself up. But then a kick landed against my ribs, and I collapsed again.

The world blurred around me as he landed more kicks to my stomach. I stood up roughly and pushed him off but then, I felt a blood trickle down my head. 

I wanted to walk forward but I stopped suddenly when my head began to make a clanging sound. 

I looked at Felix and he seemed like I was seeing double with the ground a little shaky. I took another step and the next thing I knew was that I was shutting my eyes.