[WARNING: GHORE SCENES, DISTURBING PICTURES (SOME AND/OR MAYBE), BLOOD, VIOLENCE, DEATH]
Croslette Awandea, a quiet young freshman, has always found solace in the world of video games. But when she unexpectedly becomes a real player inside one, she...
Demnin's eyes darted nervously through the dense crowd as he processed Anex's urgent message. Disoriented, his anxiety spiked until he spotted a familiar figure with striking silver hair cutting through the throng. The figure, Lumin, carried a quiet intensity that resonated with Demnin. Recognizing him, Demnin's voice trembled as he called out, causing Awandea, who was beside him, to spring to her feet. Lumin's eerie presence set the tone for a tense introduction. After a brief, unsettling exchange, Lumin turned and walked away, leaving Demnin and Awandea to grapple with their unease.
Meanwhile, Anex was approached by a new group of players led by Caleb from Australia. Caleb introduced his team, sparking an easy camaraderie among them, with Anex finding comfort in the familiarity of their tones. As new teams formed, Florida, ever the social butterfly, welcomed Maria from Belgium and Angelo from Italy, eager to get to know her teammates.
Demnin, now feeling a mix of relief and confusion, decided to gather his own team, while Nicole, left alone on her mat, resolved to seek out her teammates herself, determined not to be left behind.
In the group's chatroom, they shared their team formations, with Awandea expressing reluctance to face Lumin again. Despite her tough exterior, she showed a softer side in her messages, revealing her apprehension.
Back in the crowded hall, Demnin's contemplation was interrupted by Haruto, who teased him about his feelings for Awandea. Demnin denied any romantic involvement, but as the teasing escalated, he found himself admitting—albeit reluctantly—that he did like her. The playful exchange with Haruto and Ahira took a surprising turn when Demnin’s quiet confession left his friends stunned. Laughter ensued, but beneath it all, the truth of Demnin's feelings lingered, unspoken yet clearly understood by those closest to him.
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EXODUS ESCAPE THE HALL-LV.1
Adrena stormed into the council hall, her footsteps echoing loudly in the grand, dimly lit chamber. The room was a stark contrast of opulence and shadow, with ornate pillars rising to a vaulted ceiling adorned with intricate carvings. At the far end of the hall, shrouded in a cloak and wearing a joker mask, sat the God of Games on an elevated dark throne. Their expression was completely hidden, leaving only an air of mystery and malevolence.
"Sir, what is the meaning of having two pairs in this game?" Adrena demanded, her voice trembling with frustration and confusion. "They can't win at all. They have no chance!"
The God of Games tilted their head slightly, their mask catching the dim light and casting eerie shadows across the hall. "Yes, Adrena," they replied, their voice calm yet filled with an unsettling amusement. "That's the plan."
Adrena's eyes widened in shock. "What?!? Are you toying with them?!"
The God of Games leaned forward slightly, their mask remaining as impassive as ever. "Isn't that what we are doing anyway?" they said, their voice dripping with mockery.
