WELCOME TO OUTLIVE

Do you at least have a plan?

"How did she do that?" one of the software engineers in the control room asked and turned to Mr. Kingman who was standing on his platform watching the outro on the main screen. "How is she able to hold her breath for that long?"

"She's an assassin remember, they train their bodies to do the most ridiculous things so that they can be able to work themselves through any scenario to take out their targets. And she's the best of them so that's probably nothing compared to what she can actually do," Mr. Kingman said and faintly smirked to himself. "And how's her following going?"

Another engineer typed something on his keyboard and the bets popped up on one of the screens. It was a bar chart of the all the players that were still in the game and the number of bets that had come in and were continuing to do so.

"Bella's up to two million bets whilst the others are still stuck in the bottom half of the one point hundreds," the engineer answered.

"Good." Mr. Kingman looked on at the chart wit