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Chapter 47: The Winner
Chapter 47: The Winner
Smash!
An invisible punch landed on Adam's face, knocking him off the chair and down to the ground.
Drip, drip.
A little bit of blood dripped from his nose and onto the carpet.
"Mhm..." Adam pinched his nose, trying to stop his bleeding.
At that moment, a hand with a handkerchief reached out to him.
"Here." Katalina showed a bright smile as she reached out to him, offering the handkerchief.
"Thanks." Adam accepted it and wiped the blood off his nose. The handkerchief smelled like her perfume.
'I guess I lost.' He thought with a wry smile and pocketed the handkerchief. 'I was never good with the Mad Marbles. I suppose my luck is not that good.'
"Need a hand?" Katalina asked as she offered a hand.
"No need." Adam patted his pants and stood back up. He then picked up his chair and sat back down at the table.
"Mou, fine~" Katalina waved her hand dismissively and returned back to her friends, who were sitting on a couch chatting and laughing, the misty window behind them showing rain droplets running down the glass.
"Haha, unlucky~" Ramon grinned. "It's just a game; don't take it to heart."
"I am fine." Adam smiled and combed his hair back with his hand. "Continue the game, it isn't over yet."
Ramon and Hannibal turned to Donald and showed beastly grins. Donald gulped nervously. At that moment, the three rolled their marbles, and the numbers showed.
Ramon's score was 10.
Hannibal's score was 9.
Donald's score was 11.
'This is my chance!' Donald's eyes brightened, and he then shouted excitedly. "I'll attack Ramon!"
"I'll skip." Ramon said with a sadistic grin.
"Ngh..." Donald gritted his teeth. 'Fucker!'
They picked up their marbles and again rolled them to the center of the table. With a cling, the three marbles came to a stop and showed the numbers.
Ramon's score was 11.
Hannibal's score was 1.
Donald's score was 5.
"I'll attack Donald." Ramon said as he bared his teeth.
Donald angrily took his marble to his hand, then blew hot air into it as if it were helping, and then, after the count of three, they both rolled the marbles to the center of the table.
As soon as they clashed, the numbers appeared.
Ramon's score was 3.
Donald's score was 12.
Crack-Ramon's marble cracked from the middle, causing his smile to freeze suddenly.
Smack!
A slap echoed through the room.
Ramon touched his stinging pain and let out a slight groan of pain. It felt like someone had just punched him in the teeth.
"Oh, shiiit." Hannibal laughed. "How come I am suddenly in an advantageous position?" 'Right, Hannibal is the only one with the skip left!' Donald gulped nervously.
"Hahahaha, how interesting!" Ramon picked up his marble, and the others did the same. They then rolled their marbles to the center of the table.
Ramon's score was 16.
Hannibal's score was 1.
Donald's score was 16.
'Tie!' Donald exclaimed inside his mind.
"Oh..." Hannibal chuckled. "Interesting."
"I'll attack Donald!" Ramon shouted.
"I'll attack Hannibal!" Donald shouted.
"I'll skip." Hannibal said with his arms crossed.
After the skip, there was only one attacker, and that was Ramon.
Ramon and Donald exchanged glares, then they picked up their marbles and rolled them to
the center of the table.
Ramon's score was 9.
Donald's score was 20.
Crack-Ramon's marble cracked and shattered.
"Oh shit!" Ramon's eyes shot wide open, and then a powerful punch landed on his nose, knocking him off the chair onto the carpeted floor.
All the air left his body after the collision with the floor.
"Motherfuck-" Hannibal glared at Donald, but he returned the same intense stare.
With addrenaline rushing through their veins, they picked up their marbles and rolled them to
the center of the table.
Hannibal's score was 9.
Donald's score was 17.
It was Donald's turn to attack.
"I'll attack Hannibal!" Donald screamed and snatched his marble from the center of the table.
"The hell!" Hannibal picked up his marble, sweat trickling down his head.
In an instant, their clear advantage crumbled to pieces as somehow Donald's luck had
increased by tenfold in the past minute!
"Oho..." Adam smirked with interest. 'An unexpected winner, maybe?'
After the count of three, Donald and Hannibal rolled their marbles to the center of the table.
As soon as they clashed, numbers appeared on the marbles.
Hannibal's score was 17.
Donald's score was 13.
It was Donald's crushing victory!
Crack!
With a crack, Hannibal's marble shattered, and then an invisible punch landed squarely in his
face.
"Haaa, haaa..." Donald panted heavily and asked shakily. "D-did I win?"
"You did it!" Niko cheered from the sidelines, and claps came from the other players.
"Ah, ah... hahahaha!" Donald laughed and stood up with a victorious look. "Wohoo!"
"Good match," Adam said and then stood up as he planned to depart for his room. It was getting late, and he still wanted to take a shower.
"Wait a moment." Ramon rubbed his aching face and said, "What about a rematch? I don't want to end this with Donald's victory. Hell nah!"
"Haaa?" Donald scoffed at the challenge. "You really think you have a chance at beating me?"
"Y-you bastard..." Ramon grinned viciously and rubbed his hands together as he was
preparing to throw hands. "What did you say?"
"Enough." Adam stepped between them and showed his silver timepiece that showed the
time. "It is quite late."
"Hmph." Ramon reluctantly backed off and helped his friend, Hannibal, from the ground,
who was still feeling the effect of the punch.
Donald fistbumped with Niko, still feeling the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He never expected to win, especially against those three. It made him feel invincible.
Tap, tap, tap, slam!
The door slammed wide open, and a loudly panting young man entered the common room. He looked slightly dirty, as if he hadn't taken a shower for over a week. It was because he had
spent most of the time on the third floor.
He believed that by finding the Boss Room, he would get a great deal of points.
"I-I found the Boss Room!"
As soon as his words left his lips, the common room turned silent.
The players, no matter what they were saying, turned to the young man in shock. The ones resting under a warm blanket stood up, the ones reading a book closed it shut, and the ones talking with their friends paused mid-sentence, all eyes fixed on him. "You found the Boss Room?" Ramon approached the young man with a scary look.
The young man gulped after seeing the scary tattooed man approaching him and backed off slightly, but then nodded nervously.
"Where? Show me!" Ramon grabbed the young man by his shoulders and was about to drag
him to the third floor.
"Wait a second, Ramon." Donald quickly picked up his jacket from the table and came to
them.
"What?" Ramon asked impatiently. "I am not sure about you, but I already want to leave the
tutorial. There is a bigger world awaiting us!"
"Rushing this won't make a single difference."
A calm voice sounded, belonging to Adam. His words carried a lot of weight, as he was considered the top player in the tutorial. Other players, even if some of them didn't like him,
still listened to him.
Especially after what happened a couple of weeks ago... The group that was ahead of them suddenly disappeared, and they became the oldest group in the tutorial.
There was a rumor that Adam killed them all; that's why he was in such a poor state back then.
"So, we'll wait, or what?" Ramon scoffed. "When did you drop your balls, Adam?"
"No, fool." Adam sighed and rolled his eyes. "The door to the third floor is closed, do you
know why?"
Ramon frowned and shook his head.
"During the night, the third floor is locked for security reasons. The third floor's Chaosbeings
only move during the night, except for the Boss. Even if the door wasn't locked now, I don't think we could make it to the Boss Room."
"Tch..." Ramon removed his hands from the young man's shoulders and threw his arms in the air. "Fine, but we'll leave as soon as the floor opens again. If you oversleep, we won't be waiting for you!"