[HIATUS] (Including fixing the story of some chapters) Gai left his team, for the safety and well-being of his friends in the championship. But not long after that, a mysterious masked figure appeared, known as Ninja K, or now known as Kei. Many fans began to wonder: "Is he actually Gai with a new identity?" But if that's true... How could an international fugitive survive in the world of RMA, a world full of tracking technology, advanced surveillance, and impenetrable security systems? How can he resurface and help his team, without ever being caught? On the run with his brothers-after the events in Tree City-Gai is believed to have met someone from a secret organization: a shadowy group that protects those who live unjustly. A group that operates in silence, infiltrating behind the scenes of power and technology. 🎨 Cover created by: @fyodorovski WITH ACCOUNTS FROM TIKTOK/IG/X All designs and visual concepts for the cover and other elements within the chapter belong to the creator. Thank you for helping to realise the visuals for A Place to Live! 💫 Thanks again to Fyodorovski for the amazing cover design! You can see more of his work on his TikTok 💫. ***This AU fanfic is the author's interpretation of what might happen if Gai joins the secret group to survive in a world filled with mystery.*** (Main character: Gai - Running Man Animation) [And please forgive the breeder if some of the readings seem strange, because the author does not speak English and was forced to use automatic translation] || ⚠️ The first few chapters have a pleasant atmosphere, but the latter chapters, which deal with conflict, are darker, so be careful when reading them ⚠️ ||

An alternate story for the Running Man Animation. A new contestant of a new tribe has joined the start of the opening games. His mysterious presence shocked everyone, his face and body covered with bandages, wearing a grey coat and shorts. Will this mysterious player become an Ally to Liu and the others? Or succumb to darkness with Charming Gold and a new Dv8 Member? This Fanfiction is only added to the plot of the Running Man series. So not much will change apart from a minor story line.

Liu grips the rim of his glasses, adjusting them appropriately so they rest on his nose. He exhales out a steady breath to calm his upsetting nerves, shaking his hands as he performed the familiar mantra in his head. "One, two. One, two. It is just a little game, nothing more, nothing less." He'd been muttering that mantra inside his head for a very long time. It helps that it could ameliorate him from his ever growing anxiety about the future that he will eventually take part in the one hundredth annual event of Running Man, but he'd never thought that he could actually join in. Liu was never interested on winning the game, however, his elders forced him to compete in the substitute for his sister. Thinking about her made his heart burn but he cleared out his emotions. He couldn't remember his failures now - what's more important is to get this over with and go home. Liu had more valuable things to work on in his home, where nobody could disturb him, and that idea seemed great right about now. For the meantime though, he has to pretend that he needed to win for him to achieve the Materion or disappoint his tribe for being uncooperative to their goal. ----- running man does not belong to me

Liu creates a group chat where he and his fellow competitors can communicate. Bonds are formed and chaos ensues. - Or an AU where everything is basically the same but they all have phones because let's be honest it's practically a basic necessity at this point. Purely a chat fic!!

Liu from the Bug tribe was ecstatic when he won the scholarship to the I.T.A.S (International Tribe's Academy Of Spies) which was located near the N.T.A.S He met new friends and rivals along his journey through college but his life completely turned upside down when he met Rema She was from the N.T.A.S and volunteered to help the teachers at the I.T.A.S for a while He thought she would ignore him as he wore glasses but he was proven wrong