The Earth After Rebirth

[Are we sure this is them?]

[It has to be. I mean, I think talkalot uses the tech where you can\'t create a fake account.]

[You think? Then we can\'t be sure.]

[Why aren\'t they saying anything?]

[You guys are dumb, fame has clearly gotten to them.]

[You\'re right, they\'ll see us as lessers now.]

[They\'re mere slum rats, I\'d like to see them try.]

[Hater alert, the haters have discovered this thread.]

[You can continue kissing slum ass.]

[We just admire their gaming style. Are you confident you can take them in-game?]

[I\'m confident I can take them in real life!]

[lmao, a rich young master has entered the chat.]

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These arguments continued on for days, of course the boys were oblivious to the happenings. They had no idea they were being attacked, or that they had people defending them.

Days passed, and the Isaac vs Kiro videos were still trending on Talkalot. Now, even people who weren\'t interested in gaming were paying attention. Simply because Isaac Blakeson could be recognised being humiliated.

This made smaller news outlets, those that chased popularity, no matter the stories. It was a weird segment, that they replayed the videos every night, they wanted to ride the wave.

Isaac\'s father was furious. His family name by extension was being smeared on the internet. He couldn\'t believe how useless his son was.

Not only was he a useless thing in real life, that he had to train him at every waking moment of his life, but even inside virtual reality he was hopeless.

Raising Isaac started feeling like a chore, he didn\'t know when he started feeling like this but it was not recent.

He decided to call his good for nothing son. He cringed at the thought that, this was indeed his seed.

Isaac picked up the call, and his father\'s expression scared him to death. So he stammered. "F-f-father."

"Never be scared of anything, haven\'t I said this to you?" His voice unintentionally rose, which made it sound like thunder.

"You have father, but the Silva girl is smitten with that slum rat boy."

"When I say anything, I mean anything, even high society families. We\'re of the same status, nobody can tell us what to do.

"Stop being so weak. As long as we don\'t cross the line for now, we can\'t be touched. I\'m merely telling you, to not be afraid. Act like a Blakeson."

Isaac was silent. He didn\'t see how his father would shield him if offended the Silva family too much. They were more or less equal in society, neither family wanted to have an all out business war with each other.

He got a little scared when he remembered, on more than one occasion, he put his hands on Isla.

\'Was that crossing the line?\' He had a pathetic look on his face, that his father took pity on him.

"So weak. What\'s this boy\'s name?"

"Kiro Percival Waynworth, he\'s from the lower district."

His father\'s nostrils flared at the mention of the lower district. He\'d been there a few times because some of their warehouses were there.

He absolutely despised his visits there, just the air alone in those areas was heavily polluted. This made him more furious that a rat from the slums dares to bully his son.

Isaac\'s father did not realise how much of a hypocrite he was being, because high society continued the gap between the poor and the rich.

They capitalised 90% of the wealth, and then gave scraps to the rest, keeping them alive just to survive every day.

He quickly searched something on his computer. A frown could be seen on his face, Isaac was quite used to that, it was his concentration face.

He\'d learned it the hard way to never even make a sound when he was that focused. A lesson he learned at just 7 years old.

The frown quickly took another shape, it turned into the most evil grin. As if the elegant man from the restaurant was simply an illusion.

"Blakeson Tech seems to have two engineers with the name of Waynworth, they\'re both from the lower district in area 50, seems to be husband and wife. Most likely his parents.

"Or relatives. But that all doesn\'t matter. I\'ll fire them immediately. That kid won\'t be able to stay at that academy for long. And that girl will never see him again. I can\'t do everything for you Isaac, so do your best."

Just like that the call ended. While Isaac was relieved at the turn of events, his father was disappointed greatly in his son. He wished he had taken more wives and had more sons, that way he would\'ve had more heirs.

He pondered the idea, he was extremely amused by it. He was still just in his 50s, if he dies of natural causes it would take another 100+ years to end him. That\'s enough to father a lot of children and teach them. He decided to get a more wives.

He didn\'t have one at the moment. He\'d been a widower for most of Isaac\'s life. Though not taking another woman wasn\'t because he was so torn and heartbroken over his wife\'s death. He simply found the whole marriage thing, tedious.

Isaac on the other side wanted to prove his worth as a Blakeson. He didn\'t quite like his father\'s expressions of disgust and disappointment, he wanted to change his view about him.

He had a brilliant idea of what to do, his next devious plan could go smoothly if he could play it right. He just needed a girl he could use, although he was smitten with the one he was currently seeing, he deemed impressing his father more important.