XVIII
As we entered this room, filled with a blue lights, there’s a circular couch. A man wearing a silk black long sleeved, tacked in his jeans. I can’t recognize his face because he turned his back on us.
“I didn’t expect someone’s going to survive this game,” he spoke.
“We won the game, you should fr...
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Chapters
1. I
2. II
3. III
4. IV
5. V
6. VI
7. VII
8. VIII

9. IX

10. X

11. XI

12. XII

13. XIII

14. XIV

15. XV

16. XVI

17. XVII

18. XVIII

19. XIX

20. XX

21. XXI

22. XXII

23. XXIII

24. XXIV

25. XXV

26. XXVI

27. XXVII

28. XXVIII

29. XXIX

30. XXX

31. XXXI

32. XXXII

33. XXXIII

34. XXXIV

35. XXXV

36. XXXVI

37. XXXVII

38. XXXVIII

39. XXXIX

40. XL

41. XLI

42. XLII

43. XLIII

44. XLIV

45. XLV

46. XLVI

47. XLVII

48. XLVIII

49. XLIX


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