Game of Deception

“WelcometotheGameofDeception,wrongfullydeadsoul.”“Winjustoneround,andyoucanrewritethehistoryofyourdeath—returningtolife.”“Winoneround?”MingPoflickedachipontothetable,asmilecurlingatthecornerofhislips.“There’sasaying,”hesaidlightly.“Youonlywinifyou’rethelastonestanding.”Ifeveryvictorholdsthepowertorewritefate,thenwhencountlesshandstearatthetimeline—smearingit,rewritingitagainandagain—onlythefinalwinnerhastherighttodeliverthedecisiveblow.Winnertakesall.Losersturntodust.“—Allin.”