Chapter 5 Difficult decisions

It's okay Ahito, just eat!"

I don't think this is normal, my parents rarely argue and they have never been so upset.

"Just tell her, we need to trust each other anyway."

My mother came out from the kitchen, pulled up a chair, and sat across from me. Dad also put down the newspaper.

Personally, I'm confused as to whether I should listen to this issue or not.

"About a week ago, my three children... had a loan from AC.Games."

When I heard that, she was bewildered, although my family was not rich, it was not to the point of borrowing. My father has always been a good family man, never let my mother and I suffer, he is very cautious, wise in his work and a man full of responsibility with his words. I know borrowing will only bring trouble later on, but to get to this point, I wonder what happened to him to have to borrow money?

"But? Why do you have to borrow it?"

My mother continued to explain to me.

"Your father leaked new contracts and projects to the outside, so the president is holding him accountable. That's why he had to take out a loan to pay it off."

My father works as a department manager for a securities company, which is on the rise of Osaka city, in recent years he has been constantly praised and appreciated for his talent in persuading customers, as well as negotiating and handling transactions. The new contract is very concise. Just last month, my father's boss came to my house to compliment him. How could this story happen? My dad can't show it, he's very meticulous.

I lost my temper and didn't believe what she said.

"How is that possible? Dad is very thorough in his work."

My mother told me to calm down and listen.

"Your father's disclosure is something I also know is impossible, but he was harmed by someone and took the confidential documents of the new project and sold it to other companies. This caused the company a huge loss and now he is in debt."

Damn, what's the name anyway? Infuriated after what my mother told me, if I knew who that guy was, he would die.

"The debt of the father and son company has been paid... but the AC.Games side..."

My father slammed his fist on the table, this is the first time I've seen him so angry.

"I want to get to the point."

My mother burst into tears after my father hit the table. I realized there was something more important to make her like this. That smack had absolutely no malice aimed at my mother.

"You quickly run away, Ahito, we don't have the heart to do this to you."

What the hell is going on here? Suddenly my mother burst into tears and said something like I was about to be taken away.

"What is this, mother?"

My mother left the room, I still didn't understand what was going on.

"Listen carefully Ahito, the company AC.Games is working on a project of some kind of virtual reality game. They'll forgive your parents if we make you play that game."

What? This is simple, my parents can let me play without having to make it so loud. After all, it's just a game.

"This is something I find strange, not normal at all. They were told the one-off game would have five people and only four to five winners. The rest of them are not guaranteed to return safely."

Dad told me to go to the office, I followed him there. He turned on his computer and showed me a strange web page.

This is the website of the game, what is the number of visitors? 300 million people at once? Doesn't the website crash. I remember Japan's population is less than 130 million people. So this place attracts foreigners as well.

"This page can only be accessed by those who have a vip account. Since I borrowed them, they gave me one."

I see there's even a place to watch the battlefield live.

My dad clicked on the bet. I froze in shock.

Here are bets for the winner.

[Updating player list and information].

Bet on the first to die.

[Updating].

Bets on the number of badges that person collects, and a host of other bets are still being updated. All virtual currency bets are Bitcoin.

"They have told parents that if your child doesn't participate, you can force him like an anesthetic."

My father sighed.

"This isn't just a game, Dad threatened to call the police but they seem to have solved the problem."

My father told me to sit down and listen.

"If you don't get greedy or run away they will replace you with Yumi, my mother and I can't bear to let either one of us have to participate in this dangerous game, plus they don't guarantee the lives of the losers. So I plan to get you two to hide first and then we'll think of a way around."

I think Dad's plan is good, but I don't like to run away. Not to mention having successfully escaped, they must have thought of this before even Dad. Over the years, my parents have given me a new life, a new life. Maybe God wants me to stand up for them.

"I've already booked two plane tickets, if something happens to us, I'll ask you to take care of Yumi!"

Although I am only an adopted son, my father loves me like a biological child. That made me even more determined not to let anything happen to my parents.

"If you hadn't asked, I would have tricked you and your brother into going on a trip, and then took care of this yourself."

My father didn't answer but I still know the reason why he told the truth, he believes that if I know this, when I go away, I will protect Yumi. But one thing he didn't expect was that I would join this game.

I looked at my father with resolute eyes and said.

"How long is the participation period, Dad? Tell them to come tomorrow. I will follow them! "

My father scowled at me and yelled at me.

"Have you thought about what I said, Ahito? I can't let you or Yumi participate."

I kept the same gaze with a cold face and pensive tone.

"Then... I will find a way to participate myself."

Dad and I have had good memories since childhood, he must have known that once I made a decision, it would definitely not change. He also taught me if you can afford to stand up and protect your family and everyone. He and my mother have taught me so many useful things that I have the courage to stand here and say these words.

Dad slapped me straight in the face, I took a lot of punches from different strong and weak people but still unharmed. But this hit is so painful, it's like a knife stabbing into my heart, I still can't give up.

I still looked up at my father with steady eyes. An almost old father with black and silver hair, square glasses, sad face, sweaty forehead, resolute in a grumpy tone not to let his children participate but still subdued.