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The sharp, tangy scent of metal fills my nostrils, sending a shiver of exhilaration down my spine. My body moves on autopilot, years of street fights and mob wars kicking in as I dodge and weave, my gun barking with deadly precision. One by one, the suits fall, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds. But my victory is short-lived as more goons pour through the door like rats from a sinking ship.

As Legacies, we have a lot of traditions. And of our many traditions, the most important one is selecting “The Game.” The story goes that The Game first started as a way to enhance cooperation and competition among the Legacies. After leaving the school, many cohorts continue the game into the real world. What happens here at school is just practice. When we graduate from the Academy, each of us is ready to take a spot in the leadership of our family and the True Game that follows. “Shall we begin?” I look around to see that everyone has settled. “Any proposals or addendums since our last meeting?

"That was me. Just because Zane was jealous of my eyes, you shaved my head and bullied me until I stood on a rooftop ready to jump. "And when I was about to jump—" A voice echoed in my mind. [Binding complete.] The reward for completing the mission wasn’t $100 million. It was $1 billion. The other $900 million had already been advanced to me over the years. It didn’t have human emotions, but it raised me well. It used money to transfer me to better schools and told me that studying was my only way out. Back then, I had relied on it completely. I was afraid it would disappear, so I once asked what a “mission” even was.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”

She had given Nala a letter to be delivered to the king, stating the current situation in the golden city and left him a few instructions. ***** Prince Fazan glared at their retreating backs when his father and the princess were leaving. He was a bit surprised at their amiable attitude towards each other, they looked like friends who’d just gotten along well. “Do you like power that much?” He uttered to himself sneering. Most have left the courtyard already as he motioned for his chief knight and advisor to follow him. They proceeded to his chamber and Argon placed some folded documents on his desk. “These are the most recent news we have on Rendor, our moles did good in digging these pieces

“Seven Chosen for the Game of Sins.” Farrah muttered as she read the headline in the paper. Her fingers trembled slightly as she turned the page. The ink was smudged, but she could still make out the words printed beneath the headline. [ The Rules of the Game ] [ 1. Only the Cursed may enter the Game. Those whose names are written upon the Statue of Avarra shall be pulled into the Trials. You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. ]

My heart was failing but it was at those moments, I felt a strange peace within myself. This is what death feels like… it’s very lonely. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey readers, if you have gotten this far in the chapter, congratulations because you have finished the first book series of A Game of Chess: Queens to King.

"Yes, my lady. There are adventurer guilds, merchant guilds, information guilds and the most notorious mercenary guilds. A lot of commoners who have a hard time earning a living usually join the mercenary guilds as its easy to make a lot of quick money that way" "Ohh really! Well then, what about the best information guild in the capital?" "Well, if I really think about it, that would be the Lotus guild. They are known to be the best in the entire kingdom actually. But its very difficult to come in contact with them as they work behind the scenes. But why do you ask my lady? I hope you're not planing anything dangerous?" Betty asked looking a bit worried. "Of course not Betty. I wouldn't dre

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."