Kiyaaan

"We are the Pawns. Disposable pieces used by the King to maintain their reign."

But is that all there is to it?

8 twisted Pawns in a board of 64 squares with 32 Black and White Pieces, who would win this game? Is it the Whites who delivers the first move? Or is it the Black who successfully parries the first blow?

Whoever you thought the winner might be, please keep in mind that twisted Pieces are bound to twist the entire game.

TWISTED: Chess Piece

At noon, Hans exited his room with a distressed look on his face. Other students looked at him worriedly as he passed them by.

Although this is probably the most competent university amongst the universities in the country right now, one still couldn't take out the human nature of their students. Seeing a person looking all dried and withering would definitely stir up that one specific human nature.

Concern, worry, or pity if you say so.

Finally, one of Hans' juniors in one of his classes approached him with concern. Hans looked so pitiful as he used the walls to support his body for walking.

Anyone who can see him right now would definitely think that he's sick or is in any sort of pain.

Hans, in return, lifted his eyes to look at his junior. Then, with a forced smile, he parted his lips to speak.

"I lost… I lost…" he repeatedly stated in a low voice.

Chapter 111