Horace had been thinking about how fire he could be once he gained access to the system. Initially wanting to be more like his dad Hayle, who utilises the Mechonomist class.

  But that didn’t suit his vibe. Especially after he learned more about his dad and his antics at work.

  If he wanted to achieve things, he wanted to do through hard work and effort. Not turning up to the board room and forcing everyone to get on board through summoning a robot battlesuit and reaching agreements through intimidation and superior firepower.

  That perspective was set in stone after shadowing his mum. He’ll never forget how it felt to see Amelia and her Siegeinator class in action on one of those annual take your son to adventure! Guild days.

  When was it? Hmm. Mai 17 2030 roughly. If memory serves.

  Amelia is something of a legend in the guild scene. Solo conquering all the Malicore dungeons up to the 7* difficulty.

  Her rizz on the field was fleek and most certainly on point. And her skills in action were straight baller.

  “Alraaaht my little lovely. Mummy’s taking you on a world tour today! Are excited to see what she does?” Amelia’s excitement was all over her face, especially that smile which was beaming.

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  Horace lied because he wasn’t quite the legend that he is in 2048 yet. “Yeah~ but can we go out to eat after, I wanna boigah mum~” Trying to be cute kicking the floor and keeping his head down.

  No matter how much I try, he still eats as bad as Hayle…fussy buggers ha! Amelia’s thoughts only made her smile more. “Oh, go on then, but if you tell your dad we went out to eat, the metal flip flop’s coming out boy.”

  Horace getting those flashbacks, began to think about the clangs he heard when dad came home late and drunk without telling mom he was going to do either. The flip flop came crashing through his bedroom wall followed by a stern response from Amelia.

  “I DON’T ASK FOR MUCH DO I FOOL, A TEENY LITTLE UPDATE HAYLE YOU TIT.”

  “BABE C’mon! Was only ten shots BURP and I'm only five hours late home. This is whack.” He sniffles in protest.

  “FY FAEN WHATCHU SAY HAYLE?! YOU WANNA DIE?” Eyes twitching and finger pointing with an aura of lethality, she meant business.

  Anyway, flashback over. He didn’t like going out with his mum typically. She stopped to chat to every bloody person along the way.

  He hated how people (mostly the grandma types) would say how handsome he looked but no kid looks good with a bowl haircut. Ugh go away or gimme some pocket money /allowance already. Would go around his head whilst trying not to fall asleep from boredom.

  Wanting to show Horace how crazy things can be. She thought it was a good idea to take him to the 6* dungeon Bedknobs & Beatdowns. No trash mobs, no typical dungeon things like traps and platforming. Just a straight up boss battle. Perfect for a 6-year-old to experience.

  One could hope there was some sort of child protective agency that proactive but different world, different rules.