The lost of the game

~12~ End the game for once

James made themselves sleep there thinking they were finally safe they got out of the museum... This morning was gonna be more special than before as usual they all ate their breakfast first... By the time they want to go back to their shelter but can't be the cause of the gangster and the more they go out the more it gets windy. James was very confused about today It was foggy outside and windier as they still had their phone the game would start in the evening and they informed... They started panicking again maybe it was a special game they were more confused about it as they only played a few games weeks to weeks. But they just started staying indoors thinking the wind and fogginess may vanish at any time... so in the evening, they started traveling by leg to the upcoming game as the museum was far away from anything. As they arrived at the game they started announcing "This game will be made by the creator of the game. There will be a very exciting and special game for you all to play today. As I may speak this game has to work as a team of individuals by professing from round 1 to round 3. The group contains 3 people 1 group as there are twenty-one contestants in the seventh group, the game will called a boss game the game will defeat the 7 bosses as there are 3 players in one group. One group needs to defeat one boss... for the group that get the lowest score will be executed... James wasn't the smartest of all the contestants but he wished he would team up with his teammates to be ahead of all of them, As the game speaks: It started in 5 minutes as the 5 minutes started contestants may have warm-ups because this will active . After they did some warming the game started now "Welcome to answer your question " Answer? Are we supposed to answer questions "

James could feel the tension in the air as the game began. The thick fog and eerie silence outside now felt like a mere prologue to the dread he faced within the game arena. The announcement's words rang in his ears: "Answer your question."

The first boss materialized—a towering hologram with glowing eyes and a booming voice that demanded attention.

"Welcome to Round 1: The Quiz of Survival. Each of you must contribute to your team's answers. Fail, and the consequences are dire. The team with the lowest score will face... elimination."

James glanced at his teammates: a tall, athletic guy with a sharp glare and a petite girl with nervous eyes but a confident stance. They introduced themselves hurriedly—Mark and Claire.

The hologram continued:
"You will have one minute per question. Answer correctly to score. Incorrect answers will not only cost you points but also impose penalties. Get ready."

The countdown began.

Question 1: "What is the chemical formula for water?"

James froze for a moment, but Claire answered swiftly, "H2O."

Correct. 10 points to Team 7.

Mark smirked. "Easy. Let's keep it going."

The questions started simple but quickly grew more complex:

Question 4: "What year did the Cold War end?"
James hesitated but managed to blurt out, "1991!" just in time.

Correct. 10 points to Team 7.

The hologram's tone shifted as they reached Question 7. "You have entered the penalty round. Incorrect answers now result in immediate physical challenges."

Mark clenched his fists. "Physical challenges? What does that mean?"

Before anyone could answer, the question appeared:

"What is the square root of 144?"

James panicked. Numbers weren't his strong suit. He looked to his teammates, and Claire quickly responded, "12!"