Leveling Manage System

In a dimly lit tumultuous bar, where the fervent screams united in a chaotic symphony, Christopher an unassuming young man sat transfixed around a corner.

It was no ordinary night, for on the colossal screen before him, the World Cup final raged between two titanic nations, Star-zone and Pulga.

They battled not only for honor and passion but also for the unspoken truth that drove them all – 'money.' The scoreboard blinked 3-2 in favor of Star-zone, setting the stage for an incredibly intense moment that would be written down in the book of history.

Amidst the jubilant emotions showcased by the star-zone supporters and the mosaic of anxiety, expectancy, disappointment and the little tinge of anger slowly growing in the supporters of Pulga, a figure stood out.

A young man in his early twenties seated around a corner with his back hunched in the bar. His gaze darted restlessly between the slip on his left palm and the colossal TV screen.

Expectancy and anxiety were written boldly all over his face. He just placed a bet for the first time in his little life to clear the bills of his ill mother who was in the hospital, because of the serious predicament she was in.

His father had abandoned him and his mother at the tender age of 6, and his ailing mother whom was his only lifeline was who he clung unto fiercely. She was suffering from a heart condition.

Right now, Chris had staked and emptied out his pocket to win a bet just to help his sick mother, the team he wagered on to win were currently losing. His heart pounding hard against his rib just to escape its clutches, the bills of the hospital were weighing down on him like a colossal mountain.

Suddenly, the patrons started to faintly outline some abnormal behaviors from those on the screen; from the uneasiness of the players to the fidgeting of the footballers and the look of confusion worn on the faces of the spectators and no commentary from the commentators.

They were all staring in one direction; the sky.

It could be judged from their looks that some unwitnessed scene was being displayed in the sky.

Murmurs

Murmurs could suddenly be heard from the patrons and other staffs in the bar. Some even spoke out loud without knowing

'What the hell is going on' he said somewhat confused.

Sitted at the corner Chris started having this slight feeling of uneasiness. And he knew he doesn't really feel this way unless something magnificently bad wants to happen. But the feeling he felt right now was far stronger than what he has felt in the past that it felt inexplicable.

Swoosh!!

The massive TV suddenly went blank, the bar patrons were all gripped by the fierce claws of shock for about three short seconds trying to realize what was going on. Before some really ignorant patrons faced the workers of the bar and started to vent all their anger out on them.

POP!!

POP!!

POP!!

Suddenly the light bulbs and the phone screens went off and they were all engulfed by darkness, Although they were just welcoming the evening the bar seemed to be hidden between colossal buildings and was just occupying little space with little to no ventilation.

Then suddenly the blank TV suddenly came on again but what was being displayed on the massive screen was no longer the scene were some young men were playing a round leather, but what was displayed on the TV screen were some cryptic messages which none of the people present seemed capable of understanding.

For a moment the bar became utterly silent, the workers and the patrons couldn't lay their fingers on what was happening abruptly.

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

Explosions were suddenly heard all over the bar and screams could be heard. But this time it wasn't the mosaic of joy, anxiety, expectancy, anger. It was just one word to unite all emotions.

FEAR

The tune of choas was being played by the hands of the gods and the people were dancing along to the rhythms. It was just the way it was in fantasies were everyone could only act based on reaction and reflexes.

Looking at the few he could see within the length of two meters around him and what he could hear and see.

Christopher couldn't join in the fray for some unknown reasons which he didn't know and of course, no one seemed to notice him.

He just had the look of confusion that had wholly replaced the previous looks of anxiety and expectancy. As he was studying the blue letters or better say "messages" displayed in his retina.