The Sovereign raised her hand. "This round is called Run Around the Chairs. Five chairs will run freely in this arena. Each player must capture one. Those who fail will be eliminated."
The game began.
- Terbol seized a chair instantly. The chair seemed terrified of his cursed aura, surrendering without resistance.
- Vazor faced a chair that fought back, wielding its arms like swords. He parried, sparks flying in the surreal duel.
- Dew searched frantically, unaware her chair crept behind her.
- Light lounged lazily, watching others struggle. He smiled, enjoying the chaos.
- Protogonaist chased his chair until exhaustion overtook him. He collapsed onto it—only to find himself glued to its surface. His rear stuck fast, he screamed, "Help me!" as the chair dragged him across the arena.
- Dransart considered his options. His Lucky Looter skill was useless—the chairs had human will, not objects. His Last-Minute Luck could save him, but Light's watchful eyes made him hesitate.
Then inspiration struck. He saw Protogonaist's plight, the glue binding him to the chair. Dransart scraped some of the adhesive and hurled it at another chair. The glue stuck to its legs, restricting its movement.
The chair struggled, but Dransart pressed forward, forcing it down. "You are not a ghost," he muttered. "You cannot escape possession."
The crowd roared as Dransart pinned the chair.
Suddenly, Light shouted a single sentence. His voice echoed unnaturally, resonating with the Sovereign's decree.
"A player is eliminated."
The arena fell silent. One of the six had been erased.