"You can call me... Puppeteer," the man with the distorted face replied, his cheek muscles stretching in what appeared to be a smile. As Evelyn's memories slowly returned to her, she straightened herself up. The moment of her death had been erased from her memories, thanks to the effects of the life orb. Nevertheless, she had a vague idea of who might have killed her, and she knew that she had been brought back to life by this mysterious individual before her. "Puppeteer, you say?" Evelyn repeated, withdrawing her hand from the counter. With a peculiar yet measured smile, the man in the gray coat acknowledged her words. "Yes, that's what I'm called in this realm," he confirmed, his deep voice carrying an air of secrecy. Evelyn, her initial confusion slowly giving way to curiosity, took a step closer. "First and foremost, thank you for bringing me back to life," she said, her gratitude genuine but cautious. She was keenly aware that she owed this stranger her current existence, yet
Emerging from thin air, Alayn found himself back in the waiting room he had occupied before the first phase of the game began. His attire had transformed from the long coat, white shirt, black tie, and black pants to the familiar clothes he had worn throughout the initial phase: a gray hoodie, blue denim pants, and white and black sneakers. Upon his arrival, Alayn cast his gaze around the room, hoping to discover it empty. To his chagrin, his entire team awaited him. "Brother Alayn!" Neo exclaimed, leaping up from the ground and abandoning his seated position to rush over to Alayn with an exuberant smile. Approaching Alayn, he initiated a stylish handshake that Alayn effortlessly reciprocated, their hands clapping together in intricate patterns. "You've finally arrived," Luvern remarked, his tone carrying a trace of irritation. Serene sat beside him, her expression as serene as her name. Luvern shot Alayn a brief, cold glance, adjusting his glasses on his nose with his right index
Approaching the majestic round table, Alayn decided to occupy a seat on one of the tall golden chairs randomly. Spotting Aidan in one of the chairs, Alayn chose the seat next to him, glancing around as the others also settled into their respective places. "This is truly something, isn't it? I feel like royalty right now, even though our space is somewhat limited," Aria broke the silence with her enchanting voice, capturing everyone's attention. As she spoke, her eyes roamed the waiting room, showering praise on its mesmerizing beauty. "Yeah, I couldn't agree more. It's as if we're in the drawing room of a royal palace from one of those novels. I've only ever read about places like this," Serene joined Aria in her admiration, her innocent eyes sparkling with delight as she surveyed the room. Luvern couldn't help but smile as he observed his sister, clearly enjoying her newfound camaraderie with the team. Yet, he harbored reservations, fearing that Serene's growing trust in her teamma
"Soul contract orb?" "Yeah, I want another one," Alayn replied to Solarael, his eyes subtly glancing toward Luvern, who stood nearby. "Yeah, sure. You know the price." "150 credits, right. I've got it." With a snap, Solarael deducted 150 credits and materialized the brownish orb from thin air, passing it to Alayn, amusement dancing in his eyes as he anticipated Alayn's next move. "Another one?" Luvern asked, eyeing Alayn with a hint of suspicion. "He really caught onto that little detail just as I wanted, heh," Alayn mused silently as he held the brown glowing orb, one similar to the one he used to make a contract with Evelyn as the Puppeteer. "Yeah. I used one of these before. Trust me, you would love to know who I made a contract with," Alayn replied with a slight smile, casually tossing the orb up and catching it with his right hand. "Can't you just tell me now?" Luvern asked, his usual irritated expression directed at Alayn. He knew that it couldn't be a good thing if Alay
Hours passed by like a gentle breeze in the wilderness as Alayn and the team relished the relaxation they so desperately needed. Their minds had been thoroughly cleansed by the god of the mind's authority in the waiting room, and the rejuvenating effects of the environment had made their bodies feel more alive and vibrant than ever before. Even Alayn's throat, which had been irritated by the cold of the fallen world during the night, had fully healed. Each of them experienced a newfound sense of health and vitality that seemed to transcend their previous physical limitations. Some team members took short naps, while others, particularly Alayn, indulged in dishes they had previously been hesitant to try. Strangely, despite consuming food and drink, they never felt the urge to use the restroom or engage in any bodily functions. Alayn speculated that this anomaly might be the result of the divine authority or powers at play, altering their metabolism or rendering the food they consumed
"Dear players," Viviana's melodious voice echoed through the waiting room, resonating directly in the minds of Alayn and his team. "It seems you are all prepared to embark on the second and final phase of the game, hm?" As the team readied themselves for the forthcoming phase, a sweet yet enchanting tone pervaded the air, heralding the commencement of the game's next chapter. Alayn and the others, breath held in anticipation, felt the weight of the moment, a pivotal juncture in their journey. Alayn, in particular, sensed that the pieces were aligning in his favor, having secured two formidable players with potent abilities. He believed himself to be adequately primed for this impending, unknown phase, one that Viviana had indicated would be the final stretch. In the game of Kodoku, the next phase meant one thing for certain: they would have to face each other, and only the organizers and gods knew the specifics of this new setting. Amidst the players' mingling emotions—anticipation,
Viviana's voice resonated throughout the entire cathedral-like opera house space, slowly dispersing the haunting memories of the madness and nightmares the players had just endured. As her soothing voice signified the transition to the next phase, the crowd of players reacted with a mixture of restlessness and violence. Some began to demand a return to Earth, pleading and shouting for it. Amid the commotion, Alayn took the opportunity to discreetly observe the other players surrounding him. He was cautious not to let his gaze wander too freely, as the ethereal presence of the god-like silhouettes still felt capable of shattering his sanity. Glancing around the platform, Alayn spotted his teammates nearby, and he saw various other players, some in teams and others alone. A kaleidoscope of clothing colors and styles filled his vision as he scanned the players, his heart pounding with hope. He searched fervently for someone familiar, someone he longed to see, someone he wanted to intro
"Before we move on to the details of the final phase, Kodoku, I think I should first let you all know the ranks you hold in the scoreboard. Please note that your positions are based on how much entertainment you provided to the Pantheons," Viviana said as she waved her hand. "Scoreboard and rankings?" A player next to Alayn, dressed in a red checkered shirt and black cotton trousers, echoed Viviana's words as a question. "They have a darn scoreboard for us? Isn't the reason for the game to find the most powerful authority holder? Or is that the goal, but these weirdos are making it fun for themselves by adding competition and entertainment?" Alayn mused silently and he wasn't sure of the correct answer. Deep in thought, Alayn sensed a change in his ability card, much like the moments when he had previously experienced alterations – once when he copied Neo's ability and when the "Proceed" button materialized on his card. An inkling told him that something new had surfaced within it,