Across the cityscape of Planet Xylos, in the prestigious Frost family estate, chaos was unfolding.
"You got absolutely destroyed by a noob!" Michelle's voice rang through the second floor of the mansion.
She flipped her long, wavy silver hair over her shoulder with theatrical flair, the strands catching the light.
She continued. "Are you really a military student? Because honestly, I'm starting to have my doubts."
Michael's face flushed red as he yanked the virtual pod's neural connector from his temple. This was the current advanced virtual pod in the interstellar era.
His own short and messy silver hair stuck up at odd angles. He smoothed it back aggressively, teeth gritted hard enough that his jaw ached.
"Don't you dare get smug with me," he shot back, stabbing a finger in her direction. "You got rejected, too, didn't you? So what's your excuse? And seriously, why are you so desperate to invite some cheater into your guild?"
