Seven hundred and twenty-seven.
That was how many people had made it through this ti.
Levon leaned against a wall. 'It's a little less than I expected.'
There were still 2 more tests to go.
Was there a fixed number those behind the scenes targeted?
If more people survive, will they select the ones they want and do away with the rest?
One could not find a spec of worry on Levon's face or his heart. He was only curious, and nothing more.
Buzz!!!!
The tir went off.
Soon, a cubic screen they were very familiar with, appeared from above.
Each cubic side faced the various angles of the room.
In various corners, only a handful of frightened lambs abruptly stood.
In other corners, the majority were like Hulga and her arrogant gang, glaring at the figure on the screen haughtily.
After the baptism of survival, they seed to have grown up overnight.
They looked at the screen as if saying: What? You didn't expect we'd survive didn't you? Hmph. Just pray we don't make it out alive, or it will be your head we co after!
That was the reaction the majority had. However, there were always a few exceptions here and there.
The Macho guy—Payne Igniter, didn't stop doing his pushups besides Hendrix Von L.–The aristocratic guy with glasses, elegance, and a book always at hand... AKA Book Boy.
In another corner, The Butterfly gang looked unconcerned: Their always sleeping Boss, Floriana Micasumi... Card girl, Yimu with freshly coated nails... and Rita, A.K.A Pickler, who always had a toothpick in her mouth.
Levon threw his gaze at another corner, spotting Artilla Ferra, the quiet, ice cold beauty with ancient clothing, black hair and a fan.
She slowly raised her head to stare at the screen unbothered.
All around the room, various characters could be seen: Arrogant, fearful, rude, scheming, calm, bold... you na it.
The strong, the weak, and those midway between both, all remained silent, watching the massive cubed screen lower itself.
On the screen appeared the familiar annoying man with busy hair that covered his eyes, exposing just his mouth and parts of his cheek.
Again, they couldn't help thinking he looked like a very shaggy dog.
His hair was massive in volu, and so long and bushy.
They estimated it was long enough to reach his waist.
The curly, bushy hair covered not just most of his face, but his attire shown on the screen too.
Levon's eyes flickered.
'A black uniform with red stripes...'
Roud wore an inky BLACK attire that buttoned right up to his upper neck, with RED linings running from all edges.
His attire was completed by the long black gloves that ran underneath his sleeves.
Well, once again, this guy's overall appearance and deanor made Levon feel the urge to put a dent on his face.
[Awww~... Miss , already?]
There it was... the annoying voice many wished to punch.
What irked many the most, was how overly playful the owner of the voice was.
Hulga and several people gnashed their lips hatefully.
'After putting us through death and hell, how dare you smile and act chummy with us?'
'Aren't you acting a tad bit too casual here?'
Seeing the many murderous eyes thrown at him, Roud released a feral, unhinged smile that hinted of decades of madness.
[Now, now, kids... This one understands that you've all fallen for . But as an adult, it is my duty to point you all to the right path. So too bad, no LOVE for now.]
"_"
[However–]
The man's deanor changed.
[Congratulations on making it this far.]
[Who would have thought that so of you would make it through...huh?]
As he spoke, he leaned back in his chair, skillfully maneuvering a pencil across his fingers.
'So fast!'
Levon and a few others watched his actions, knowing that the man was actually handling the pencil as if it were a deadly weapon.
It was just his actions, but his technique, speed, accuracy, and various aspects that made them sit up.
Oh My~
As if infected by adrenaline, their muscles began to swell, as their hearts pumped louder and louder.
Shugo licked his lips with a demonic leer. "Buddy, what did I say? This guy is strong... I wonder if he will let have a go at him?"
A light of obsession glowed in Levon's pupils, wondering the sa thing too.
It wasn't just him and Shugo, but several other extraordinary people within the group who felt this way.
All other reasons aside, the true reason why they willingly ca here, was because they wanted to et and fight stronger opponents.
Life becos pretty boring when you're always number one in your world and your circle.
Then, the day ca when peculiar recruiters arrived at your ho.
From the get-go, they were more than willing to get Kidnapped.
At this mont, it was as if all of them fell into demonic possession.
It all happened simultaneously, all at the sa TI.
Their lips spread into shadowed grins that coiled with untad desires.
Fufufufufufu~
Roud chuckled.
He had lazily spun the pencil out of habit. But it seems to have ignited the spirits of that particular group.
[Congratulations, on making it through. However... you all know this is not the end.]
[So, your third Examination begins now.]
"_"
Now?
Several people dropped to their knees in dread.
No resting ti? What about food?
It's arguably 19~22 hours since their last al. Mind you, that's at least 19 hours of test 1 and 2, and rest ti included.
The total examination ti for the first and the second exam was 17 hours. So of them have been running and exerting their energy for the entire 17 HOURS.
That being said, do you know how fucking hungry they were now?
No, this can't keep going on.
"Hold on just a goddamn minute!"
The leader of Hulga's gang, a bully, was the first to react.
"What the hell do you take us for? Machines?"
Hmph!
The leader sneered fearlessly at Roud.
"The way I see it, you need us for this little ga of yours."
"You need us to play, and we need to keep on going to survive."
[What a bold puppy.] Roud said nothing more.
His singular act, made many think deeply.
Need... Need...
Yes... What the bully said made sense.
"If that's true, then we've got a handle on these cruel people who kidnapped and forced us to go through all this!"
Several people started believing so.
That's right, these people need them more than they are letting out. So why not draw out so terms and conditions, striking the iron while it's still hot?
The bully chuckled, feeling more and more confident.
"Listen here, Dog Man, we eat before going... or... NO ONE GOES AT ALL!"
This 𝓬ontent is taken from f(r)eeweb(n)ovel.𝒄𝒐𝙢
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