Chapter 5: Prisoners vs Enforcers

Raen's world dissolved into chaos.

One moment, he was standing in the Land of Wagers, surrounded by the hum of countless games and the weight of unseen rules pressing down on him. The next, he was… somewhere else.

The air was thick, heavy with a strange, oppressive energy that made his skin crawl.

He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the world around him was wrong. It was Veywick—his home village—but it wasn't.

The familiar cobblestone streets were there, the thatched roofs, the old well in the center of the square.

But the colors were off, too bright, too saturated, like they had been painted by a hand that didn't understand how light worked.

The sky above him wasn't a sky. It was an endless void, a swirling mass of darkness that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

Raen's breath caught in his throat. He took a step forward, his boots crunching on the ground, but the sound was wrong—too sharp, too loud, like it was being amplified by something unseen.

He turned, his heart pounding, and saw the villagers. They were there, going about their daily lives, but they weren't.

Their movements were jerky, unnatural, like puppets being controlled by strings.

Their faces were blank, their eyes empty, and when they spoke, their voices overlapped.

"A bet…"

"The wager is set…"

"He doesn't belong here…"

"The gods are watching…"

Raen stumbled back, his hands flying to his ears, but the voices didn't stop. They grew louder, more insistent, until they were all he could hear.

And then, cutting through the chaos, a single voice. Clear. Cold.

"You must not trust the ones who do not trust you."

Raen froze. The voice was familiar, but he couldn't place it. It wasn't one of the villagers. It wasn't one of the gods. It was something else. Something… closer.

He turned, searching for the source of the voice, but the world around him began to shatter.

The cobblestone streets cracked, the thatched roofs crumbled, the void above him split open, and everything—everything—fell apart.

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Raen jerked awake, his body slamming into cold, hard ground.

For a moment, he couldn't breathe. The air was thick, metallic, like the scent of blood, and it filled his lungs, making him gag.

He pushed himself up, his hands scraping against rough stone, and blinked, trying to clear his vision.

It was dark. Too dark. He couldn't see anything, not even his own hands in front of his face.

And then, a deep, mechanical voice boomed through the air.

"[New Wager Initiated. Welcome, Contenders.]"

The words echoed, bouncing off unseen walls, and Raen's heart began to race. He didn't know where he was, but he could feel the weight of the place pressing down on him.

It was like the Land of Wagers, but… different. More confined. More dangerous.

Torches flared to life, their flames casting flickering shadows across the walls.

Raen blinked, his eyes adjusting to the sudden light, and looked around.

He was in a massive underground chamber, the walls made of rough-hewn stone that stretched high above him, disappearing into darkness.

The air was damp, cold, and the only sound was the faint crackling of the torches and the low, steady hum of something unseen.

Around him, dozens of people were scattered across the chamber, each one looking as confused and wary as he felt. Some were crouched on the ground, their eyes wide with fear.

Others were standing, their bodies tense, ready for a fight. A few were already moving, pacing the edges of the chamber, searching for a way out.

At the far end of the chamber, a single reinforced steel door loomed, its surface gleaming in the torchlight.

It was sealed shut, no visible handle or lock, and Raen knew, instinctively, that it wouldn't open easily.

In the center of the chamber, a platform rose from the ground, its surface smooth and polished.

Standing atop it was a masked figure, their face hidden behind a featureless black mask. They spread their arms, and the chamber fell silent.

The masked figure's voice was calm, measured, but it carried a weight that made Raen's skin crawl.

"This is your new reality. A simple game: escape."

The words hung in the air, and Raen's stomach twisted. Escape? From what?

The system interface flickered to life before his eyes, the familiar text appearing in bold, unyielding letters.

[Wager Description: The Hidden Enforcers – A Prison Escape Wager.]

Raen's heart skipped a beat. He scanned the text, his mind racing.

"Not all among you are prisoners. Five are enforcers, hidden in plain sight."

His eyes darted to the other contenders, his mind already trying to pick out who might be an enforcer.

"The enforcers can arrest anyone at will. If you are arrested, you are offered to The Eater of Life."

Raen's breath caught in his throat. The Eater of Life? What did that mean?

"Your only way out: escape before you're caught."

[PRISONERS vs ENFORCERS]

Current Wager: [Prisoners vs. Enforcers]

Stake: [Freedom or Death]

Duration: [Until One Side is Eliminated]

[WAGER CONDITIONS]

Prisoners Win If:

All Enforcers are eliminated.

The final stage of the wager is completed.

Enforcers Win If:

All Prisoners are subdued or executed.

The Prisoner faction surrenders.

[WAGERED REWARDS]

Winning Prisoners:

Unconditional Freedom (Escape from the system).

Sol Crystal Compensation (Survivors earn wagered Sol Crystals).

Wager Bonus (For exceptional kills, betrayals, or strategic plays).

Winning Enforcers:

Increased Authority (Rank and system privileges).

Sol Crystal Bounty (Earned per prisoner killed).

Reinforcement Fragment (Additional resources for future wagers).

[GAME RULES]

1. No Outside Interference – Contenders cannot receive external aid.

2. No Escape Until Wager Concludes – Exit points remain sealed.

3. No Unauthorized Killing – Killing outside of designated wager conditions results in disqualification.

4. No Refusal of Combat – All participants must engage or be marked for termination.

5. Kill or Be Killed – Enforcers must execute prisoners on sight; prisoners must fight to survive.

6. Sol Crystal Manipulation is Limited – Power modifications must be pre-approved before activation.

[ACTIVE SYSTEM MODIFIERS]

[Final Stage Modifier] → Prisoners gain the right to hunt Enforcers.

[Arena Shift] → Maze layout changes every 3 hours.

[Phantom Wagers] → Hidden bets from external forces influence the battle.

[Unstable Sol Zones] → Certain areas randomly enhance or suppress abilities.

[PENDING NOTIFICATIONS]

[A Wager Has Been Placed Upon You]

[System Anomaly Detected]

[Unknown Third Party Interference Detected]

Raen stared at the system interface, his fists clenched.

"Kill or be killed."

That was the rule. No way out. No running. No second chances.

His heart pounded as he read the conditions again. If the prisoners won, they walked free. If the enforcers won, they kept their power. Either way, someone had to die.

"This isn't a game. It's a slaughter."

His eyes lingered on the Final Stage Modifier—where prisoners could turn the hunt on their captors. That meant the enforcers weren't as untouchable as they thought. But it also meant things were about to get worse.

Then came the worst part. Phantom Wagers. Unknown Interference. System Anomalies.

Someone was playing with them. Watching. Betting. Maybe even changing the rules mid-fight.

Raen exhaled sharply.

"This isn't about winning. It's about surviving."

He couldn't trust anyone. Not the prisoners. Not the enforcers. And definitely not the system.

The text faded, and the chamber erupted into murmurs. Someone shouted, demanding to know what would happen if they were 'eaten,' but the system didn't answer.

Raen's mind raced. He didn't know what the Eater of Life was, but he knew one thing: he couldn't let himself be caught.

He glanced around the chamber, his eyes scanning the other contenders. Some looked terrified, their faces pale, their hands trembling. Others looked calm, too calm, like they had been expecting this.

Raen's stomach churned. He didn't know who to trust. He didn't even know if he could trust himself.

But he knew one thing: he had to survive.

Raen's interface flickered again, and a new screen appeared before his eyes.

[Active Participants: 14]

The list of contenders appeared, each one marked with a tag.

Raen scanned the names, his mind already trying to piece together who might be an enforcer.

He didn't recognize any of the names, but he didn't expect to.

This wasn't Veywick. This wasn't even the Land of Wagers. This was something else entirely.

He glanced around the chamber, his eyes darting from face to face, trying to match the names to the people.

There was a silver-eyed woman with a scarred lip, her gaze sharp and calculating. A well-dressed man, smirking like he knew something no one else did.

A cloaked figure, their hands hidden, standing at the edge of the group. A bald elder, his expression thoughtful, his eyes scanning the room. A priest, muttering prayers under her breath.

Raen's stomach twisted. Any one of them could be an enforcer.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. He couldn't afford to panic. Not now.

He had to survive.

The chamber was alive with tension, the air thick with fear and suspicion. Raen could feel it pressing down on him, like a physical weight.

He didn't know what was coming next, but he knew one thing: he had to be ready.

Raen's interface flickered to life, the familiar text appearing before his eyes. The system was cold, mechanical, and unyielding, as always.

[MAIN SYSTEM MENU: Veyra – The Wagering System]

Contender Name: [Raen Solmere]

Current Betters: [God of Ruin | God of Silence | Monarchy of Shadow | Nocturne | Emperor of Iron Chains]

Divine Wager Link: [Stable – Planetary]

Active Wagers: [1 Active]

Sol Crystal Reserves: [4 Unspent]

Combat Standing: [Pending | Region: Ashvar Depths]

Last Wager Outcome: [Error]

Pathway Trajectory: [None]

Pillar Status: [None]

Select an Action:

[Open Challenger Details]

[View Divine Wagers]

[Convert or Imprint Sol Crystals]

[Modify Battle Stakes or Clause Terms]

[Inspect Wager Conditions – Current Hosts: House of Retribution | Pactguard Overwatch]

[Access The House Network – Restricted Portals: Broken Die | Logs | Bestiary | Trait Fragment | Detectives]

[Stabilize Pillar Pathway – Overdrive]

[View Territorial Map – Sol Domain: Sector 9, Luminara Tide #2]

[Check Pact Integrity – Divine Clauses Enforcement Status]

Raen's eyes narrowed as he scanned the updated interface. Five gods were now betting on him. Five.

The God of Ruin and the God of Silence he knew—they had been there from the beginning. But the Monarchy of Shadow, Nocturne, Emperor of Iron Chains? They were new.

He didn't know what it meant, but he knew it wasn't good.

He selected [View Divine Wagers], and the interface updated.

[Divine Wagers]

1. God of Ruin: "Let the boy break under the weight of his own choices."

2. God of Silence: "His voice will be the last to fall."

3. Monarchy of Shadow: "He will become one with the darkness, or be consumed by it."

4. Nocturne: "The secrets he keeps will either save him or destroy him."

5. Emperor of Iron Chains: "He will either break free or be bound forever."

Raen's stomach churned. The gods weren't just watching—they were actively shaping his fate.

He closed the menu and focused on the task at hand.

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Raen stepped back, blending into the shadows as he observed the room.

The chamber was alive with tension, the air thick with fear and suspicion. He broke the players into categories in his mind, trying to identify who might be a threat.

[Player List: Suspicious Individuals]

1. Kael Draven