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Kaya just rolled her eyes out of irritation, then she turned her back and walked away towards the railing on the roof deck. "It's not that easy squiggy," Luke said. "There are some things that are intangible to us, while some, have already been looted, we're not the only players that entered this game, you know?" He added. Eurus stopped for a second. Only now did he thought of the number of players that might have participated in this game. "H-how many players have you encountered?" He asked. "Tons of them," Luke replied. "They don't seem to be friendly as well."

The vibration was making my palm numb. I minimized Celine's livestream for a second and clicked on my I*******m profile. My eyes widened. I stared at the number. I refreshed the page. The number jumped by ten thousand. I refreshed it again. Another twenty thousand. In seconds. It was scary. It seemed like a tsunami of people coming toward me. My phone started lagging. It froze for a second, then would catch up, then freeze again. The sound of the notifications was blending into one long, high-pitched tone.

“Save that for later.” Cent continued, her glowing green eyes met his glowing lilac ones before she laid a small map of the Nether World territory in front of her. “Look here, your territory is surrounded by the barren frosty mountain ranges of the north. You could use this place to stage a hoax death for your human sister.” “What do you mean? You are killing my sister’s identity?” Wariness oozed from his voice as he questioned her logic.

Su Lan: "Hello, is anyone here." Angelic voice: " Hello, welcome to the mysterious and unbelievable game." Su Lan: "Ah." So this is the game she clicked before the green light appeared. Angelic voice: "Please enter a user name." Su Lan: ".... Su Lan." Angelic voice: "Welcome, Su Lan to this world." Su Lan: "... can I have directory guidelines to this world.....?" Angelic voice: "In the beginning of times, when this world was made the 7 gods who created a world for fun ..... for followers to provide them with power by collecting people's prayers and devotion."

Myra gritted her teeth and took out her phone to transfer the money. After the first time came the second, and the third. "Myra, look at this new divine beast mount. It's a server-wide limited release. With this, the account's value doubles!" "Myra, I got camped in the arena. I need to buy materials for top-tier potions." "Myra, there's a guild war. I need to hand out money to boost morale!" The excuses varied wildly, and the amounts went from a few hundred dollars to several thousand dollars. At first, Myra would ask a few questions, but later she mechanically transferred the money. The balance in her banking app was dropping steeply. In there was over 80% of my salary and bonuses from the

Her mouth curved slightly, then she turned away, lighting the butt of a cigarette with careless confidence before disappearing through a side door. Penny exhaled shakily. “I think I just lost five years of my life.” I didn’t respond. My thoughts were already racing ahead, mapping something I didn’t fully understand yet. Three queens. And somehow, without trying, I had already met two of them. As we headed for class, one thought settled heavily in my chest, quiet but insistent. Newton Prep wasn’t just a school. It was a game of chess. I was a pawn. And whether I liked it or not, I had already been placed on the board.

I was sucked into some game world with 99 other people. The system's robotic voice announced, "Welcome, all 100 players, to the Survival of the Poorest. Starting funds: 50 dollars. Objective: Survive 7 days inside the game. The winner gets one million dollars in prize money! Overspending, dying, or stepping outside the designated area will be treated as a forfeit, and you will carry one million dollars in debt." The voice paused for a moment. Then, with a sly tone, it continued, "Now then, do any cowards want to back out?"

"What? You're leaving this world, and once you do, this world will cease to exist?" Shane asked in shock, trying to confirm it, the System's words plunging everyone into silence. "You must be joking! You're the outsider here, so why would this world disappear once you leave?" "Yeah, you're definitely saying it on purpose to get revenge on Shane!" No matter what I said, they were never going to believe me. After I entered the infinite system, an error caused me to nearly complete my mission prematurely. To compensate for that mistake, this world was created.

He wasn't as interested in the drink as he was in the beautiful girl, but he would take that game to the limit. Lara sank into her seat, losing her victorious posture. "Keep going. This son of a bitch needs to lose to me sometime," Greyson assured with a small malicious smile. "Are you sure?" she asked, somewhat insecure. "Of course. do not embarrass me." "No more bids? Going once. Going twice. Going..." at that moment, the master of ceremonies began to close the sale, but was interrupted by the firm sentence coming from table five: "One million dollars!" Wow.

A spiral of violet light opened in the sky, revealing a tunnel that led into the void. “I’ll go,” Aiden said. “I’m coming too,” Lyra added. “No,” Selene said. “You both go. I’ll hold the gate.” With a nod, they stepped into the spiral—and were swallowed by shadow. Scene 4: The Hall of Forgotten Selves The Nethercore was nothing like the physical world. It was a realm of echoes, memories, and fragments. Time folded. Gravity bent. Aiden and Lyra walked through corridors made of ancient bones and starlight.