"Please come with us, Mister Clark Colter." It was the man who said these words. He was wearing an expensive business suit and owned the garb completely.
It would be a lie to say that this man was not a pro in this job. Not at all in fact because he looked and moved the part quite convincingly.
"Why? I have nothing to do about this... this accident." Clark continued to keep his act. Our bored gamer could really do act whenever the opportunity allowed him.
"We just need to verify if you possess any supernatural ability that may or may not be complicit to what happened to the late student Don Avila.
Judging on the results, we could erase you as the primary suspect so that our investigation could move on to a different direction." It was the woman's turn to answer.
She was young and extremely beautiful. About 30 or so. Clad in a navy blue skirt and matching colors in upper garment, the woman was truly hot to say the least.
Alas, the serious eyes on her exuded a no nonsense attitude that hinted a charm that not many women could dare imitate.
These male and female partners were indeed old souls in the job and had seen their fair share of combat in their lives.
The two did not even so much as blink in shock and disbelief as they examined the scattered ashes of Don in the wind.
'Soldiers?' Our bored gamer mused inside.
'It seems like my country has truly selected only the best to oversee the business in our school.'
Clark added as he realized that the United States of America was certainly taking everything with a keen eye and sound judgment.
The presence of aliens and their big palms in their skies along the newly discovered magical temples that could grant unbelievable abilities to anyone has absolutely united the leaders of this nation.
Fortunately enough, this was not only happening in the USA but also to every country in the world.
"If that is what it takes to clear my name then by all means, please..." Our bored gamer said and proceeded to go with them. He got in between them and he could feel the tension in the air.
It was very much palpable indeed. A few seconds of silence and nothing happened. Everyone could breathe carefully once again and it was the man who broke the ice amidst them.
"Let's go." The man said and led Clark towards the place that he was meant to go in the first place. The Registrar's.
"CLARK!" Amber was finally shaken awake at this time. She could not believe her eyes at all. This was the first time that she had witnessed somebody die in her life.
And in such an amazing way also. Her ex boyfriend Don was just standing there before her and in the next seconds, the young man was just... gone.
Not even a single strand of hair or a piece of torn cloth to commemorate where he took his last stand. It was a very strange experience indeed.
Absolutely different from watching it happen in movies and the like.
"Come, Amber. I doubt that this one would take long. And you also have to let them know your abilities, right?" Clark stopped and smiled at his girlfriend.
His voice conveyed absolute confidence in himself and how this sticky situation would get cleaned up in the next.
"Yes." In the end, Amber could only trust our bored gamer's words.
* * *
Inside a private room in the registrar's office.
"Tell me your name for the record." The man started. He was yet to introduce his name and his partner also skipped this very important detail.
And they had the guts to ask our bored gamer his identity first with this crude behavior. If this was in the xianxia world, Clark would have already one punched them to death.
Alas, it was good that our avid gamer was quite benevolent to forgive these mortals for their grave ignorance.
"Clark Colter." Our bored gamer answered briefly. He looked around and they set this scene like an interrogation room indeed.
He was sitting on a table while the man was prancing around and the woman was on another table that seemed to tally his response to their records.
She looked quite elegant and pretty with her laptop and glasses on.
"Have you been inside one of these places?" The unnamed male agent asked once more and pressed a button on the remote control in his possession.
A projection on the side appeared and it displayed the vivid picture of the same exact temples in different places and backgrounds.
It did not need telling that this was the game dungeons from before.
"Yes. I have been there. My family took me in one and I got a great ability thereafter." Clark lied but he still nodded like an innocent man in the end.
"Show me you personal status." The man instructed next. He was not at all surprised that anyone of this school had an ability in some way or another.
In fact, he was truly expecting most of them to have these gifts.
With how rich and influential everyone's families were, it was so easy to buy entry passes into one of these magical temples around the globe.
"Sure." Clark smiled and pressed the diamond watch on his wrist. This was of course invisible to the naked eyes of humans.
Same with everyone else, these diamond watches seemed to have a cloaking device installed in them.
Various scientists tried to unravel the mystery behind this technology and reverse engineer them into production but quickly found out that they were too hopeful in their quest.
The diamond watches were fixed tightly on the person's wrist. They were like immovable constructs that were already part of the skin and bones of its possessor.
Alas, a few sad death row inmates got dismembered and lost their arms in the process but whenever a limb was cut, the diamond watch would only transfer unto another healthy body part.
The other arm was cut and the diamond watch disappeared and latched onto one leg.
A leg was cut and it jumped into another. The same thing happened to the second and final leg. Then it got to the point when the diamond watch would hang unto the balls of the victim.
It was a cycle that only ended up in death. The poor test subject could only bleed to death or suffer a life worse than death in the end. It was truly a sad fate for anyone to experience.
"DING!" A familiar chime occurred and a holographic screen appeared in plain sight.
* * *
Player: Clark Colter
Level: 1
Experience: 100/500
Profession: None (player is free to choose anytime)
Attack: 14 points
Defense: 8 points
Speed: 8 points
Intelligence: 9 points
Available Stat Points: 0
Abilities: Handsome Gamer
Game Shop
Game Points: 10
Inventory
* * *
This was of course the character sheet of our bored gamer in this new power system that was forcefully introduced in this world.
"Kindly click on your ability description." The man ordered and in the background, there was a fast tapping noise that indicated the woman's agile fingers over the keys of her laptop.
Although this meeting was video recorded from all angles but there was always a need to input anyone's information into the database.
That would prove quick searches and immediate access than parsing a video record one by one.
"Sure." Our bored gamer was back to his one word answer and pointed towards his Ability with a finger.
"DING!"
Handsome Gamer – user can fashion a body of his choosing (final result is irrevocable)
Several breaths passed in awkward silence. The man's hopes of solving this case easily had gone with the wind and never to return again.
And this was not the first mysterious case of a string of gruesome deaths. It was happening all over the country in the span of 3 months already.
'Fuck it! This world has truly gone crazy!' The man sighed and asked one last question before they concluded this farce of an investigation.
"Why did you not choose your profession yet?"
"Hmmm... Because i have no reason to do that. At least, not yet. I don't also want to die inside one of those weird things." Our bored gamer lied once more.
"But you gained a level. So you must have entered and cleared the stage 1 of the temple." The man's eyes bore into our very own protagonist.
Fully studying on the minute changes of Clark's expressions.
"I was stupid. I barely escaped with my life." Clark shook his head as he tried to conjure something that he did not experience in the first place.
But it was good that the male agent bought his act in the end. Verifying anyone's words was also pretty hard after all.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mister Colter. You may go now." The man could only dismiss our bored gamer eventually.
They had seen the footage of the incident and it was indeed the hands of heavens that stole the borrowed life of Don Avila.
Alas, this expert man knew that no normal thunder strike could melt a man into ashen dust. Thus this case would remain open until his superiors say otherwise.
But with the great Avila Family in New York City, this would spell nothing but trouble. And most definitely more deaths. Much more.
"Thank you, Agents. I hope that you catch the real culprits behind this tragedy. But I doubt that it would be easy though. After all, how do you catch a god?"
Clark left the two with these words. He exited the room thereafter.
"How do you catch a god?" The man repeated the final phrase of our bored gamer.
"Easy. We don't." The woman humored her partner.
"What do you think about that boy, Sofia?" The man asked.
"I don't know but i feel that he's guilty of the crime. Especially with what he said before the event happened.
It was so obvious and the timing could not have been more perfect for the occasion. The boy was gloating. He was proud of his masterpiece. Him doing a perfect crime.
I don't know how he did it but if i can see this much, i doubt that the Avila Family would miss much also. This is going to be trouble, Kurt. Two big families in the fray."
The lovely agent Sofia replied.
"Yeah. And to think that the first day of school just started and there's already one death inside this campus. This will be a long day for us."
Kurt gave a helpless sigh. He took a few moments to compose his thoughts before he called Amber next into the room.