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A cold and calculating man oversees the deadly competition as its secret mastermind: every move, every tactic, every techni...
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This game will be played in teams.
Hm, so he was right. Nothing I haven't thought about before, though. I was thinking this might be a possibility in the next game too.
"You said it would be Dalgona!" Player 100 snapped, glaring at Player 456.
I watch the confrontation between them with curiosity, but when Player 100 seems to start crossing the line, I feel the need to intervene. Didn't I tell them it might not be Dalgona?
Before I get to open my mouth, Young-il steps forward, his movements calm but firm. His eyes locked on Player 100, the weight of his gaze immediately halting the rising tension in the room.
"That's enough." He says.
Damn....that confidence, that stance..
"Yeah," I chimed in. "Didn't I tell you all yesterday that's it's most probably not going to be Dalgona again? Use your brains instead of relying on others."
Player 100 seems to back out, a look of annoyance on his face. Before he can say something, the loudspeakers announce us how many people have to be in a team.
Teams of 5.
He was right about this too? That's kind of crazy. It could have been teams of 4 or 3 too, but he was so certain when he asked me to join his team, that I'm left with questions regarding who this man actually is. Maybe he's the real shaman here, unlike that crazy Player 044 shaman lady, I think, almost laughing out at my own thoughts. This place is seriously having an effect on me, I'm turning more dumb.
I get brought back to reality by Young-il's voice slightly raising.
"I already told you, Y/n is joining us. It would be smart to have one girl amongst us too, don't be so keen on forming a "man-only team". That's stupid and not strategic. We don't even know what kind of games we're about to play." He says.
I realize what this is all about very fast and cross my arms, looking at the others. I know what the others must have been talking about and I wasn't about to let it rattle me, but the slight tightening of my jaw might have given me away.
"What's going on here? You don't want me on your team, or what?" I ask, my expression calm but watchful.
"It's not how you think it is." Player 390 chimes in. "It's just... Player 096 is a Marine. We'd be stupid not to take him. If this is physical, we need strength on our side. No offence, but we can't afford any dead weight." He says.
