Novel & Cerita The World Played Chess

Hearing Reed’s words, Philip’s frown grew deeper! Benny Larson had told him exactly the same thing. It was the chess game and the chess player again! “Teacher, I never could figure out what exactly is the chess game you're talking about.” Philip asked. Reed sighed and said, “This chess game encompasses the entire world, even the ancients. This is a chess game that has spanned for thousands of years. So far, this chess game has been controlled by your father and some other people. These people are making the moves in the chess game, and the result will depend on each person’s ability.”

On opposite sides, north and south, there was a normal chess board situated on a table with a chair placed before it. "What is this for?" I asked, pointing at the chess board. My voice still showed my amazement at the life-sized sculptures and our voices echoed, elevating the experience even more. "Right." He cleared his throat. "Players are to occupy each seat and we battle." He picked a pawn and moved it on the little board. The ground shifted, a deep rumbling following. The tremor was accompanied by one of the pawns of the life-sized chess moving from exactly the position he had picked earlier.

Itching badly to take his overconfident smirk away from him, I casted a spell in my mind that prevented him from moving. When our distance is enough to enable us from hearing each other, I kind of shown him the tiny mercy I am willing to give by having a sympathetic look on my face. “This match won’t end until one of us shouts ‘I surrender!’. I know you are not the type to give up, but I’m sure your parents would be glad if you do so. I now bestow you the leeway to escape from my hands.” The Royal Defense leader said nothing in response, but his blazing glare spoke volumes.

He nonchalantly replied as he walked towards a huge, grey-stained oak cabinet and took out a chessboard. “P-Play? You mean, we’re going to play chess?” He looked at me and sat down on the couch across from mine. “That’s right, we’ll play chess. Do you know how to do it?” “I-I used to play it when I was a kid, but I don’t think I’m still good at it.” “Then bad for you.” “Are you really going to play chess with me?” I asked him again. Vincent leaned on the couch and crossed his arm while looking at me. “But we’re not just going to play ordinary chess.”

She covered her eyes. She was not good at playing chess. She only knew the rules and how to move the chess pieces. Eva was known as a very bad player. However, Max and Mia gently pulled on her hand and looked at her expectantly to say, “Daddy just played chess with us, and it’s your turn now. Eva could not reject them when she saw the hopeful looks in the children’s eyes. She nodded silently and sat opposite them from the chessboard. A few minutes later, she ran into Nathan’s arms looking extremely upset.