King of the Urn
In ancient China, there was a legend known as Gu. One would place one hundred poisonous insects in an... View more
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Ryujis phone vibrates. He glanced down at it, the app notified him with a timer that there was 30 minuets left until the event began, he was already on his way to Shibuya, taking back alleys through the city to avoid being sighted by civilians. He thought that if he arrived early, he would have a leg up on his competition, not having to face being teleported into the arena automatically by the game.
On the other side of the city, Rein thought along a similar process. She sat on the roof of a tall hotel with the silver case of her rifle by her side, the gently breeze fluttering her ebony hair. Already, she began to plan survival strategies for the upcoming death match.
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