Then they spotted another game, and the prize was 20,000 points. It was a group game.
This time, the penalty wasn't just losing—it was the worst possible deaths.
They could be eaten by beasts, burnt alive, shot by arrows or bullets, electrocuted to death, drowned, or even killed by other contestants, these were just possibilities, but there could be worse.
But her friends could only see the money, not the risks.
And somehow... She got lured in too. She couldn't stop them.
She still wonder what they were even thinking.
It wasn't like she was scared to die or anything…
She just didn't want to go back home alone.
It was almost night by then, so they were told the game would start the next day.
They gave them a room to stay in. It had two beds and an attached bathroom.
The closet even had some decent-looking clothes.
As soon as they got to the room, the first thing Mira did was take a shower.
After she finished, the other two took their turns.
And the only thing we really wanted to do after that—was sleep.
Of course, the two boys had to share a bed, and of course, they fought for space.
For a whole hour.
Mira finally had to yell at them just to shut them up.
After a long day, she finally managed to get some rest.
She didn't even realize when she drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next day, exactly at 6 a.m., a loud siren blared through the room.
It woke Mira up instantly.
"Must be the morning alarm," she thought.
Then came the announcement:
> "All participants must be present at the gaming site by 8 a.m. sharp. Late arrivals will receive penalties."
As soon as she heard that, she got off the bed quickly.
And what did she see?
Both of her friends… asleep on the floor.
Apparently, they had pushed each other off the bed in their sleep.
'Of course, it's always me who has to wake these dumb creatures.' she thought and kicked Silas first, then Elliot.
"Ow! Why are you kicking me?!" Silas groaned.
"To wake you up," she replied dryly.
"You could've done it more politely," Elliot grumbled.
"There's no time for your complaints. We need to get to the game site. Fast."
"Game...? What game?" Silas blinked, confused.
She stared at him.
"Did you sell your brain while sleeping?" she snapped.
"Man… we registered for a game yesterday, remember?" Elliot said, sighing.
"Oh... yeah! I remember now!" Silas said in awe, as if just unlocking a hidden memory.
They started getting ready.
And damn, these boys take longer than an film actress to get ready. It was like they were getting ready for a date with some model.
Someone needed to remind them—they weren't going to a date.
They were going to war.
A war where they were literally fighting for their lives.
After an hour and a half of getting dressed and doing their so-called "makeup," they finally left for the gaming site.
They walked for a while before they finally arrived.
First, they were given breakfast. Then came the explanation of the rules.
The rules were as follows:
The game consisted of five stages.
To win—and more importantly, to stay alive—they had to clear all five stages.
After clearing each stage, each member of the team would receive 1,000 points, and upon clearing all stages, they'd be awarded 20,000 points in total.
But there was a catch… Not everyone would make it out alive.
Only one team could survive and win.
The game could last 1 to 2 weeks, and until it ended, every team would be assigned a room to stay in.
Stage One was set to begin that day.
The objective? Kill the beast.
Each team would be dropped in a separate forest.
They would have one day to complete the mission.
Failure to kill the beast within the time limit would result in the death penalty.
They were blindfolded and taken somewhere.
After walking for a while, they were told to remove the blindfolds.
When they did, they found ourselves deep inside a dense forest.
With no other option, they began walking forward.
As they walked, they saw something engraved on a tree trunk.
It read:
> "You can kill the beast using the sacred weapon only... it can't be killed using any other weapons."
'The sacred weapon?
Where could that be...?' Elliot wondered.
They kept walking.
Soon, they found another clue carved into a tree:
> "If you hear the howling of the beast from nearby, it means it's very far. But if you hear the howling from far away… it's actually very close."
'What kind of twisted logic was that? This beast is a total weirdo.' Mira thought to herself
But the more urgent concern was the sacred weapon—they had to find it before evening if they wanted to stand a chance.
Then they spotted yet another message etched opposite to the last clue:
> "You can find the sacred weapon in the Sacred Chamber."
They had no idea where that was, so they picked a direction and continued walking.
Mira's legs were already hurting. She bent down to rest for a moment—and that's when she felt something under my foot.
She stepped back and picked it up.
It was a map.
She unfolded it immediately.
It showed the entire forest... and the Sacred Chamber marked at its center.
Without wasting time, they followed the map toward the center of the forest.
Along the way, they found another clue:
> "If you hear the howling sound, go toward the direction it's coming from—the beast will be in the opposite direction."
"This is seriously getting confusing," Elliot muttered.
"Just imagine if we hadn't seen that clue," Silas added, frowning.
"If we'd heard the howling from a distance, we'd have assumed it was far away and run in the opposite direction—right into the beast's claws," Mira finished grimly.
"Maybe some teams already fell for that trick." Elliot said
Before any of them could react they hear it— the howling.
A distant howling.
Which meant the beast was... right nearby.
They didn't waste a second.
They ran toward the sound, giving it everything they had.
Every ounce of strength.
But then Mira heard footsteps—behind them.
She turned back.
The beast was chasing them..
They were caught.
They ran and ran—only to end up at a dead end.
Silas and Elliot immediately stepped in front of her.
They were trying to protect her.
"Run!" they shouted.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't just leave them behind.
She'd rather die with them than live without them.
She didn't run.
The beast slashed through them with its claws, tearing open their stomachs.
She collapsed, blood pouring from her wounds.
Her eyes stayed open just long enough to see the monster devouring her friends.
Tears streamed down her face.
She was so full of rage—she wanted to burn that beast alive.
But she had no strength left.
And then, just before her eyes closed, she saw something carved on a stone nearby:
> "You can throw mud into the beast's eyes to escape. It will weaken the beast for over an hour."
With that final thought, she closed her eyes… ready to die.