The next morning, Carson and the others were allowed out of the room because they were going to eat breakfast. When they arrived, the dining room was quite quiet, although some participants were preparing for the next round, which they did not know yet.The usual breakfast scene consisted of long tables, takeaways, plates, and supervisors. Carson had seen this so many times it gave him the impression of monotony. Carson sat in the corner, eating quickly, his eyes constantly scanning around to judge something. Carson always did that; he didn't want to be missed, and he was killed in this place.While he was eating, suddenly, someone sat right beside Carson. He was a participant who had also passed the previous round. The man looked calm, with a somewhat familiar face, even though Carson felt that he had never met him before."It looks like we've met," the participant said casually while eating his food, his eyes still directed at Carson.Carson raised both eyebrows, slightly surprised
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 was considered weak, which made him less noticed by the other participants. However, it was to his advantage that Carso could pay attention to the other participants. Carson had been hiding for several hours while watching the others. After a few hours, he knew who was very strong and would be a candidate for the winner.There were 5 strong people in total. They were above the average of the other participants. They were individualized and had killed several other participants. There was even one who could kill 10 people at once without any resistance at all."I will mark them because in the end, they will become enemies and will be troublesome," Carson said in a small voice.He stood behind a wall while watching someone sitting on a pile of other humans. The person was large and held an axe in his right hand—not a small axe, but an axe that weighed almost 200 kilograms. Only that big man could do that, and that big man had enormous strength."It will be troublesome if he and t
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 it was announced when the battle would take place, they were all excused to return to their respective rooms. They were doing activities as usual. Likewise, Carson met with Darwis at night. After that, they returned to their respective rooms."What's wrong with you guys?" asked Carson while frowning.He saw something strange on the faces of the three people who shared the same room with him. The three of them looked scared like they had something to hide. Not long after, Carson approached the three of them. At that moment they immediately prostrated themselves in front of Carson."Forgive us. We will say it," said one of them.That made Carson even more suspicious. He had made the right decision. Carson returned to his bed and sat there. The three of them explained what happened. Carson who heard that, he nodded repeatedly. He understood the situation."It turns out that's what happened."At night, a few people walked by with slow steps. They stood in front of Carson's room. The
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
The place was so vast, like a huge complex that was built to perfection. Not only was it large and spacious, but it was also tense because there were traces of blood on the floor, and the gazes of the people there were full of hatred and murderous intent. There was something horrible in that splendor.This building looked like a modern Colosseum, luxurious and terrifying. It was a place where warriors gathered, not for fun but to test the limits of their strength. Not only that, but they would also get rich when they won. The atmosphere inside was tense. Carson glanced around and assessed it all carefully.The soldiers directed Carson and the newly arrived fighters to the temporary rooms. The rooms were simple, with only a few hard-material beds, a small table, and some necessary personal equipment. Everything was simply designed. It looked more like a prison. Only the front part was grand and luxurious.Carson arrived at the designated room. He entered the room where he would sleep t
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
That morning, the soft sunlight swept through the window curtains, bringing warmth into the house. Alison, who was sitting at the dining table, felt the sunshine. She also had a cup of coffee in her hand. She sipped the coffee.It was just that she suddenly remembered something. At that moment, her hands trembled slightly. Suddenly, her face was full of anxiety. Carson, who was also sitting at the dining table, frowned. He was confused by his wife's expression. Suddenly, Alison looked out the window, but her thoughts were far away. Her gaze was half empty. She spoke softly, almost like a whisper, as if her words didn't want to be heard by anyone but herself."Sometimes I feel so lucky to have you back safely, darling," Alison said her voice low and fragile sounding. She looked worried. "I'm happy you made it back safely, but... I'm still scared that you'll leave again. Going to war again. I'm afraid something bad will happen to you."Carson, who was spooning breakfast next to her, sto
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not only is this book badly editing in conjunction with names and pronouns, but it is almost exactly like another book I read on this platform. it's almost verbatim.