22/03/2026
Good old days
The reason I chose Ragnarok over school…
One day, my mom asked me,
“What is inside that computer shop
that is better than your classroom?”
I did not answer right away.
Because the truth was…
Inside that place,
I was not the poor kid sitting at the back of the class.
I was not the one avoiding eye contact
because I was scared of recitation.
Inside Ragnarok…
I was a Knight.
An Assassin.
A High Priest.
I had a guild that trusted me.
I had friends waiting for me every War of Emperium.
I mattered.
I remember hiding my bag behind the computer shop.
Still in uniform…
but my heart was already logged in to Prontera.
The school bell would ring…
but my real day started
the moment the character select screen opened.
We were not bad kids.
They just did not understand.
We were just looking for a place
where we mattered.
And inside that game…
we mattered.
I am grown now.
The computer shop on our street is gone.
The old server is dead.
But that kid…
the one who kept the whole guild alive,
the one who stayed up all night farming Yggdrasil Leaves,
the one who quietly cried after getting PK’d out of nowhere…
He is still here.
Inside me.
And sometimes, when life gets hard…
I remember how brave that kid was.
He chose to be a hero
in a world where nobody believed in him.
The world was not real…
but the courage, the friendships,
and the version of me that refused to give up…
that was real.