Carson sat in the corner of the army truck, his body slightly lowered so as not to stand out among the people there. The thunderous roar of the engine filled Carson's ears. It competed with the rough vibrations that traveled through the truck's floor, which kept shaking. Carson was used to it, which is why she looked so relaxed and blended in perfectly.He didn't know exactly where they were going, but Carson knew where they were headed. The destination was the location of the fight that was previously broadcast on the screen. Everyone around Carson was a stranger, except for one person. Darwis, his loyal subordinate, sat a few seats away from Carson, trying to blend in. They did not greet each other so that their disguises would not be discovered.The atmosphere around them was tense. The faces of the people there looked full of anger. Some men seemed to be watching each other with sharp eyes, their faces full of killing intent, like predators watching each other. Whoever let their g

Darwis took a deep breath as he wanted to explain what he had gotten. His face was a little tired, and his eyes looked full of worry because he had almost been caught and arrested by the guards there. He stood with a slightly tense face, bowing his head for a moment before finally starting to speak in a low but confident voice."This place... everything is very carefully calculated. Everything is well organized and laid out. They are also very structured. I'm having trouble figuring out who's in charge here. There are guards in every corner. They always take turns and it makes it difficult to find an opening. Moreover, none of them talked about the leader of this place, not even one. It's almost impossible to get information unless I can get into the deepest part, but that's an impossible result," he said while shaking his head slowly.Carson who was standing near Darwis, his eyes were sharp at his subordinate. He understood that because he had guessed that this would be challenging f

They all gathered in the field they had come to earlier. Many people were watching them from above. Carson tried to recognize them slowly, but no one was familiar to him except for some rich families who were somehow also there as spectators.Some soldiers were there. They seemed to be preparing everything they had to prepare. Soon, they placed a table in the center of the arena. On the table was a glass container with a lottery number inside. Carson and the others immediately knew what would happen next."One by one, come forward and take the ball inside here. Whoever has the same number will be in the same group," explained the organizer.Everyone understood that. They went straight ahead and started to come forward one by one. They drew numbers to determine the different groups. When he wanted to come forward, Carson frowned because he didn't see Darwis there. This made him wonder."Is this divided into other groups again?" Carson muttered before he finally took his lottery number.

After the announcement that the remaining ten participants had made it to the next round, Carson sat quietly in his place. The person who had been talking to him had already left. The situation that had been calm turned tense, but now it was back to normal again. Carson sat relaxed.The atmosphere around him was full of several corpses, the smell of blood and rot, but Carson remained relaxed as if everything there did not exist. He was used to it because Carson had been to war before, and the situation was similar to this, so he was no longer surprised. This was normal for him.As he sat relaxed, footsteps could be heard approaching. A man wearing a uniform with a flat and serious face approached Carson."Ah, you qualified for the next round apparently. Quite surprising. You're just lucky that no one is interested in you." The man was a little incredulous that Carson could survive until the end. He underestimated Carson's ability. Moreover, he saw what happened there through CCTV. "Co

Carson sat relaxed under a large tree, his back leaning against the trunk, but his eyes remained sharp, scanning every movement among the trees. The leaves swayed softly as if they were music for Carson, who was relaxing. He saw two groups fighting quite fiercely."They're pretty strong, but it looks like the skinny guy's group will win," he said while chewing the meat in his mouth.After a few minutes, the fat guys were finally defeated. Even though they won in terms of numbers. It turns out that quality is more reliable than quantity. There is only an exception if the number comparison is too far. For example, if one is against 20 people, then quantity might win. Unfortunately, this fight in front of him is only a three-on-five fight.That's something that will have a small effect. Moreover, the gap in strength between the two sides was quite far. Carson had expected all this from the beginning. Even since Carson started sitting there."There's no way they can form a group this quic