Crux Of The Game

The thirteen Gifted who were participants in the blood-curdling game made by a sick boy ran, all in different directions.

It was the best option they could come up with to preserve their lives.

Of course, a few idiots believed that if they could only last for an hour, they would survive the death that seemed to creep up on them. Some counted the seconds in their head while others completely ignored the concept of time and ran as fast as they could.

This continued until… the one minute of grace elapsed.

After that, the carnage began!

"GARUIIIIIKKKKKK!!!"

The loud screeches of the unstoppable monsters echoed in the air. As soon as the desperate scavengers heard it, they realized that they needed to pick up the pace… else they would die.

Unfortunately, before one of the thirteen could even think of resorting to a Skill for safety, one Hobgoblin Champion had already crept up on him, brandishing its hand to form a fist.