Oh Fuck

The person he singled out was none other than the middle-aged man whose seat had been forcibly robbed by the now deceased beefy player at the start of the tea party. 

He was just an average salaryman in real life who had neither money or achievement worth boasting about. Thrown into the Nightmare Cycle, he had been hovering in the bottom rung, barely surviving by the skin of his teeth with the aid of props or, if he was lucky, relying on the Veteran or Elite players to carry the whole Cycle. He was the kind of person you could find everywhere in the world – ordinary, plain, and unremarkable. He lacked the courage and boldness of young people, and his body was already too old and clumsy to partake in thrilling survival games. 

Realizing he had been picked, his face went ashen in an instant. "...!"