Chapter 959
Time was ticking, and alchemy was part of the deal. If players couldn’t whip up that antidote elixir in time, forget making the cut–they might not even make it out alive.
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The selection process was brutal, no question, but that didn’t stop half of Forlunda City’s fighters from throwing their hats in the ring.
The stakes were sky–high: win here, and one’d get a shot at the big leagues in a higher–tier city. Nait that, and one could end up as one of Scion’s trusted
crew.
That kind of gig? It wasn’t just a golden ticket for them–their whole family would be set for life.
“Holy crap, all this just to pick a few of Scion’s right–hand guys?” one contestant muttered, shaking his head. “The four lords of Deariton must think this future Scion’s the real deal.”
“No kidding,” another chimed in, eyes wide. “Get in tight with Scion, and you’re golden. Future’s so bright, you’ll need shades.”
But then their gazes drifted to the secret room–a towering, three–story beast of a structure, sealed tight and radiating bad vibes.
“This place is freaking massive,” one guy whispered. “I’m not even sure we’ll make it through in one piece. Even if we do, we might be hobbling for life.”
“Yeah, and they’re only picking four of us,” another added, voice low. “Talk about a meat grinder.”
A few contestants started to get cold feet, their confidence crumbling at the sight of that monstrous room. But most? They were chomping at the bit.
Danger and opportunity were two sides of the same coin, and passing this test meant snagging one of those coveted spots.
Outside, viewing booths were packed with the contestants‘ friends and families, all glued to the action.
Smack in the center of the stands was the judges‘ platform, complete with a massive screen strean
Whether one was a judge or just a nervous relative, every move the contestants made was on full display.
e footage from inside the secret room.
Ten minutes before the selection kicked off, the heads of the major families, led by the Robinetts, strolled into the VIP section, taking their sweet time to
settle in.
Troy, one of the judges this time, strutted to the panel like he owned the place.
His eyes scanned the contestants lined up for the selection, landing on them with a sly, knowing smirk.
The contestants caught his drift immediately. They’d already gotten his orders loud and clear.
With confident nods, they signaled they’d take out the targets he’d marked in the secret chamber, no questions asked.
Pleased with their response, Troy puffed out his chest and laid down the law, his voice dripping with authority. “Listen up. That secret chamber’s a death trap–full of tricks and dangers.
“The organizers have their own hired guns ready to jump you at any moment. Stay sharp in there, got it?”
He paused for effect, then added, “Oh, and before you step foot in there, you’re all signing a life–and–death contract.
“If someone doesn’t make it out, don’t come crying to the organizers. That’s on you.”
The crowd shifted, tension crackling in the air. He went on, “There’s only four spots up for grabs this time. Win one, and you’re headed to the upper city.
“By the way, Miss Janice Larsson from the Larsson family? She’s already locked in her spot. Play your cards right, and you might just run into her up there.”
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If his earlier glance was a subtle nudge, this speech was a neon sign. Troy was practically shouting that taking out Raven was a direct seder from Janick herself.
Pull it off, and one’d be in tight with the Larsson familly–major brownie points.
Sure, Janice didn’t come from some fancy lineage, but her big sister Janelle was a disciple of a high–and–mighty lond in Dearton
With her sister’s clout, Janice was a shoo–in to become one of Scion’s inner circle, maybe even his right hand woman it was practically a done fest
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