Bad Choice [1]

Alex sighed the moment he heard it.

His head tilted downward, shoulders slumping slightly.

Called it.

The beast lord always had a trick up its sleeve, something twisted, something designed to mess with him. He'd seen this kind of setup before—been through it. And if the people around him made the wrong choice, he wouldn't hesitate.

When he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes scanned the room—and immediately, he saw it.

Hostile stares.

The players, the very ones who had fought alongside him, were now eyeing him like a prize, calculating, hesitating, their minds already spinning with possibilities.

Alex sighed again, this time more tired than annoyed, his voice a quiet mutter:

"Seriously? I have to do this again?"

Ezekiel's reaction was immediate. He clicked his tongue, his jaw clenching as he processed the condition. His disbelief turned into irritation before he finally spoke:

"This has to be a joke, right?"