Monolith World 3

A disproportionate amount of darkness. Even though the sun had already risen, his room was still nearly pitch black. Anyone who entered this room right now would be hit with a gloomy atmosphere. And would also be completely thrown off by the sight they witnessed next.

An LED alarm clock went off at this moment. The light-up blue numbers indicated the current time: 07:00. An hour before school. A pale hand immediately slapped the alarm clock, shutting it off as abruptly as it had started. Unlike the supposedly gloomy mood of the room, its resident sat up energetically in bed with a savage smile on his face. Each day was a new opportunity. Another chance to best his best friend in another game. Of course, he ran the risk of losing as well. But that s what made the wins so much more rewarding.

He was someone who would choose his battles wisely. He would only fight when he had an even chance of winning. An even chance... or a lower one. He chooses his battles wisely, but most people would not call it smart. He chooses his battles so that he is more likely to lose.

However, this didn t mean his determination to win was lacking. In fact, because he picked losing battles, his determination to win could be called extraordinary. If a battle was too easy, then he would most likely win. What was the point of trying to win when you know you could easily do so? Difficult battles, on the other hand, provide an opportunity to learn from someone better and fix your own mistakes. The excitement of being backed into a corner was something he lived for.

Obviously, though, winning a battle where you have a higher chance of losing is unlikely by default. Once you start losing multiple times in a row, it can be physically and mentally exhausting. And after said exhaustion kicks in, it begins to become more difficult to light up your pa.s.sion. And when you have essentially given up, nothing becomes fun anymore. And then what s the point of even playing a game if not to have fun?

Therefore, the battles he loved the most were the ones where he had an even chance of winning. The opponent is worthy of your time and effort, so you must still try your hardest to win. Because if you give up or lose sight of what s ahead for even a moment, it s likely that your opponent can steal victory from right under your nose. And there s the fifty-fifty chance of winning, so unless you are truly unlucky, you are guaranteed at least a few victories to keep your fire burning. On the flip side, there s also a fifty-fifty chance of losing. A wonderful opportunity to learn from your mistakes or your opponent.

Sadly, his method of choosing battles brought forth an unintended consequence. The battles he preferred to choose were getting harder and harder to find.

Some may say he was insane. Some may say he is a genius. He pushes himself to his limit nearly every time, and tosses himself into a gauntlet of trials which eventually chew him up and spit him out like a piece of bad cake.

But it was because of this deranged personality that allowed him to improve at this rapid rate. The masochism of taking losses ironically led him to eventually take less losses.

Which is why he was so excited for another day with his best friend. An even match where they would both improve each other. They would push each other to the limit each time, improving themselves for the next battle. Even if it moved them farther and farther away from the rest of the crowd, they would still have each other, which was why he was so excited for another day with his best friend.

As he got out of bed and prepared for the day, he looked into the mirror, smiled confidently, and firmly said...

Are you ready to lose, Jon?