Patricia Johnson
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Half an hour slowly passed. Otto watched from the air with narrowed eyes as Greer and Mikelo were eaten by the spiders, then revived over and over again. Slowly, the light in his eyes sharpened. Despite reforming their bodies and coming back to life, there were some differences between Mikelo's and Greer's method of resuscitation. It seemed that while the both of them were trying to deceive him into thinking that the two methods were the same, the small changes still gave them away. Otto could pick up…
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Elliott tapped the glass of condensed water with a spoon, creating a loud clink as he continued to shout to the other participants, "Selling super charged water, only 5 merits per 50 drops." He walked through the sand yelling his voice hoarse. In the process, he managed to annoy the other contestants. Apparently, some of them weren't so happy to listen to Elliott's shouting. "Oi, can you shut up, no one's buying your shitty water. Dumbass." "Do you have to double my headache…" "What the f*ck kinda…
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Jeremy fiddled with the card in his hands as he re-read the notification on his game screen. A few comments from the audience also appeared there. After Jeremy swooped in on the first day, a few Throskarts watching back home had noticed him, despite his lack of presence. But Jeremy's expression was not good. The game master's voice resounded in his ears. The audience may elect to vote an additional five people for execution. One member may be a contestant in the top 10%! The merit leader in…
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Otto's figure pounced as soon as the partitions emerged. He wasted no time. With nine people, there were only three partitions surrounding two lanes in total. Before the other Throskarts had time to arrive, Otto's hands morphed into blurs. Rune after rune spread out in three directions, covering the inside of each partition as Otto worked in overdrive at his fastest possible speed. He did his best to separate his mind into not two, not three, but four arrays in total. These arrays had to be pasted…
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Otto's gaze swept across the thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of spiders in the cavern. They stood on their eight legs with menacing looks amidst the darkness. Otto went up to and examined the nearest spider. He intended to experiment and figure out ways to get them to do as he wished. At the very least, perhaps with this study Otto could glean some clues about their behavior in general. After a few minutes, Otto came to realize that no matter what stimulus they were presented, they didn't show a…
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Otto's heart pounded. He had to act, NOW. A second passed. It was as if time slowed down. His narrowed gaze swept passed the airborne arrow. No one noticed Otto's left index finger twitch slightly, nor did they see the arrow's course divert by a single degree in the air. Then, it struck. The Throskart that was hit sported a small hole near the center of his heart. His eyes were wide before his body hit the ground. THUD Everyone waited with bated breath for the old man to get struck down by the…
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Actually, he was still trying to process this entirely new sequence of events. His friend was…trying to kill him? Jason's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, his over a year and a half of training in the virtual space took over. What guilt? What first kill? His intuition rang loud alarm bells throughout his mind. He needed to Jason whipped around with preternatural agility and kneed the woman hard in the stomach. A loud bang reverberated in the bar as her body slammed into a wooden chair, knocking over a…
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At a dingy bar near the military encampment, a tall, slim boy with brown hair who looked no older than 16 sat at a round inn-style table, surrounded by four other youths. A lightly-clothed woman showed off her incredible figure as she danced on the table next to them, rousing shouts, jeers, and whistles from surrounding patrons. There were two young men, one with blonde hair, the other with black hair, sitting on Jason's immediate left and right. Their faces were slightly flushed from the alcohol, as…
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The crowd that was now in front of her watched on indifferently as Julia was forced by some unknown power to approach the machine, its wicked blade dangling ominously above her head. Julia's eyes widened. Her heart rate sped up to the extreme. Her mind raced as she pondered how she'd suddenly appeared on the stage. She found that her feet were completely restricted. She couldn't move them at all. Her mouth also wasn't able to open. She couldn't call out a single word. But her hands were unaffected…
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A figure stood silently in the middle of a desert. Despite being clearly illuminated, the figure was somehow still hard to see. There was nothing but sand all around. In every direction. It was a rogue's worst nightmare. There was literally nowhere to hide. Thankfully, this floor wasn't geared to test a contestant's combat power. Jeremy's entire body started to sweat before he activated the cooling function of his combat suit. He stared at the sun that made its presence known. It glared right back…
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