Novel & Cerita Enders Game 2

I parked my car and made my way into the restaurant that resembled more like an asylum. "A table for two," I informed the receptionist as I observed Maddy. "May I ask the receiver's name, sir?" The receptionist questioned me timidly. "Marienne Carlisle Victor." The recipient checked something in her laptop and informed me with a bright smile, "Table 23, sir. Our waitress will be there to serve you." I nodded in acknowledgement and made my way to the table along with Maddy. She didn't utter a single word all this time.

We've only just began. This story can end in a thousand ways possible. In this so called game, there can only be one winner. Welcome to the final level. Players, on your marks! Get set... go! ⚘ end ⊹ of ⊹ season 1 ·································································································································· NOVEMBER 2022

“You’ve grown soft, Garrick. This war is not won with kindness. It’s won with fear. Order. Blood.” “I’ve seen enough blood,” James said coldly. “Then you better get used to seeing more.” Draven walked past them and out of the room. James stood there, fists trembling at his side. He had a choice to make. And time was running out.

Emma made it back to her apartment in less time than usual. She had stayed inside her car, thinking about what Max had said on the stairs. "She had ended her engagement," but he was still the owner of the company she worked for. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She wanted to regain control; her body was reacting impulsively to his presence, and it shouldn't be. There were rules she had to follow. So, what now? She removed her fingers from her nose and opened her eyes, startled to see Elaine standing in front of her car.

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

The 08:00 AM sun began to peek through the smoke, illuminating the destruction of an empire. Elara’s black phone buzzed. A final, high-pitched chime. [ SURVIVAL GAME: REGION 1 — TERMINATED ] [ PRIZE POOL DISTRIBUTED: $2,325 PER SURVIVOR ] "Two thousand dollars?" Mira spat, wiping blood from her lip. "I almost died for two grand?" "Look at the screen, Mira," Elara whispered. The phone didn't stop. A new map was loading. It wasn't just a map of the city anymore. It was a map of the world.

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… The skies finally calmed down on the sixth day, but ominous clouds continued to hover overhead. The roads were covered in warped steel bars. Cars, streetlights, and barricades were stuck together thanks to the magnets, forming massive mountains of metal. The entire city was in ruins. Just then, my phone vibrated. The system had sent a notification. "There are only ten minutes left before the conclusion of the second stage. Activating the in-game livestream function." No one spoke in the group chat. There were only three players left—me, Frank, and Riley. I had 1,500 points while Frank and Riley each had 1,400 points.