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"What Finn is trying to say is that it was just first game jitters. I'm sure we are going to get our shit together going forward, right guys?" The boys nodded, totally agreeing with him. "Oh, we better."I said, staring at each and every one of them. The thing was, I was still pissed as hell about what happened. Although we won the game but it was an absolute shit performance. We were crap from the start to finish, and I thought we were extremely lucky to get away with maximum points. We didn't deserve anything from that game. What pissed me off even more was the shit mentality of some of the guys here. Guys like Finn and his buddies who cared more about entertaining themselves than anything

NEW TARGET: Designation [ADMIN]. TRIGGER: Manual Input Code [0-0-0]. Ren’s fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, the click-clack sound filling the room like gunfire. He was building a backdoor. If the Admin ever tried to lock them in—if the "Game Over" screen ever appeared in real life—Ren would type the code. And every drone, every robot, every soldier in the game would stop hunting the players... and start hunting the Game Master. "If you try to burn me," Ren whispered to the scrolling code, "I'm going to turn your own dogs against you."

He said and Amelia smiled bitterly “This entire forest will be your home and hidden from the rest of the world. When your offspring become seven years of age bring them to my temple to receive my blessings.” Lariempi added before fading away like he never appeared. And with that Amelia became the first Hunter while Lariempi was thereafter known as the Hunter god, up till this very day several Hunters go about killing monsters and supernatural creatures, protecting Human kind from within the shadows. ”

Luna Cruz's eyes exuded a sense of bitterness. Creation Players had been around for less than two years but was already a dark horse in the domestic gaming industry, releasing several hit games in succession and amassing a fortune. Rumor had it that the company's founder had been a top-tier hacker, and he had returned to China just in time to capitalize on the gaming industry boom.

Or, some of you might think this is a massive ship, placed in the river, floating down the stream alongside beautiful blooming flowers, with music and dancing—kind of like something out of a mythical lake from another city. Without further ado, I got to the point, explaining, "Actually, this is neither a hot air balloon nor a building. It doesn't have a physical form, and there's no need to spend one or two years building it or even looking for investors. The government alone can make this a permanent feature of the city. And with the advancement of modern technology, it will only get better, more spectacular, and more immersive over time." Finally, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what e

"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.

I took out my phone and sent a message to Wendy right in front of everyone’s faces. “Don’t do it, Claude. Lloyd is definitely just kidding around. You’re dating Naomi here!” “That’s right, Claude. She’s the general manager of Glazed Light. It’ll be hard to wrap things up if you take that last step.” “Say something, Lloyd! Are you trying to ruin the company?!” “Since all of you think that Miss Clark is a hard target, should we get someone easier?” Lloyd smiled calmly and intentionally twisted their words.

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

Every stick scattered across the floor was black. I counted them one by one, but there was not a single gold stick among them. The game had always been a lie. The only gold stick I had ever held was the one I painted for my birthday, and Mother had punished me for creating the chance she had denied me since Sofia was born. She had always known I could never win. For years, she watched me practice and blame every disappointment on my terrible luck while she gave Sofia everything.

"Just a little game." He shook his head. "I can't be a part of this." "Don't worry, darling," she said, reaching around him. "You don't have to be." A loud noise burst through the clearing. Emma cried out as she watched McWhorter fall slowly to the ground, his hands pressed to his belly. He was staring up at Jen, a look that was more disappointment than surprise in his eyes. She stood over him, his gun in her hands. "Such a nuisance," she said, kicking him so that he fell over, his legs trapped beneath him. "Not nearly as helpful as I thought he would be."