Chapter 129: The Night Before the Tournament

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Chapter 129: The Night Before the TournamentThe scene beyond my window was engulfed in a mist of city illumination, the sounds of the city vibrating through the fragile glass of my flat. The room was silent, yet the stillness felt weighty, charged with expectation. My meeting with Mark had made an impression—one I couldn't appear to ignore. His voice resonated in the depths of my thoughts, persistently reminding me of the alluring proposal he presented. We are the only ones who are important. The idea persisted, eating away at me, despite my awareness that I had turned down his offer I stared at my reflection in the glass, the moonlight casting long shadows over my face. The mask I had once worn so easily now felt like a weight I could hardly carry. Jobmaster. SSS-Rank. It was supposed to be a gift, a power. But with it came responsibility, and now, it came with doubt. Mark's vision, dangerous as it was, wasn't without its appeal. No rules, no restrictions. The power to shape the world. That had always been the fantasy, hadn't it? But it was more than just power. It was a promise of freedom, of control, and of something beyond survival. Could that be what I wanted? I thought back to the path that had brought me here—the struggles, the endless fights, the journey from being an outcast with no purpose to now standing at the precipice of something bigger. I had people now. People I cared about. Sienna, Camille, Alexis—each of them a tether to my humanity, pulling me back from the edge. I couldn't turn my back on them now. Not after everything we'd been through. A sharp knock on the door broke my reverie, pulling me back into the present. The subterranean location hosting the mafia tournament was a stark contrast to anything glamorous. A storage facility hidden in the city's darkest areas, its façade ordinary and dilapidated. Inside, the air was heavy with tension, smoke swirling from low-cost cigars and the biting scent of alcohol. Neon lights pulsated softly, creating a strange illumination upon the faces of the rivals. I pulled my Mr. Beetle mask on, making my way through the crowds with a cool, calculated gait. As expected, the surprise of the Masked Syndicate showing up was palpable. Eyes followed me—whispers filled the air, but I remained unfazed. I wasn't here to impress. I was here for information, and to assess the competition. The girls also came with me, they were wearing masquerade masks and they needed permission to have a spot reserved for them in the audience. There were seven others in the tournament, each a reflection of the chaos this world thrived on. As I approached the bracket board, the names of my competitors were neatly printed on the chart, my own labeled as "Mr. Beetle," the mask I wore now a symbol as much as it was a disguise. The first name that caught attention was Kane "The Bull" Morrow, a towering presence with wide shoulders and arms adorned with black tattoos resembling brands more than ink. His reputation came before him—recognized for his sheer strength and relentless hostility. He was already glaring at the others, his eyes resembling molten lava, and I caught him muttering to the man beside him, "I didn't come here to fool around. Whoever obstructs me will discover the consequences the hard way." Beside him, Vera "The Widow" Duvall remained unnervingly calm, her pale visage surrounded by a bob of jet-black hair. She wasn't keen on dialogue, yet there was a haunting elegance to her—like a snake at rest, poised for the perfect time to attack. She drew my attention one time, and I swear I noticed a flash of something hunting in her eyes. "Hope you're capable of more than just good looks," she whispered quietly, her tone as icy as her attitude. A bit further along the list was Leo "The Ghost" Choi, a slender man who appeared to vanish into the darkness. His eyes continually flicked about, assessing, evaluating each person present in the room. I could tell he had experienced this type of situation before. He wasn't present for fame; he was here to stay alive. As our eyes locked, he simply gave a soft nod, as if recognizing a mutual comprehension. He said little, yet his presence resonated more than any spoken words could convey. Next came Gabriella "The Gavel" Ruiz, a clever strategist known for anticipating her rivals' moves before they could even respond. She wore a fitted black suit, standing tall, as if she were ready to oversee a courtroom session. The faint smile on her lips did not extend to her eyes, which stayed cold and assessing. As I strolled past, I caught her murmuring to herself, "Let's find out if they're as intelligent as they believe they are." Opposite Gabriella stood Stryker "The Juggernaut" Voss, a massive presence who appeared capable of absorbing a bullet to the chest and continuing on. His physique was a bundle of muscle, his posture commanding. He dedicated a large portion of his time to stretching, almost as a way to showcase his physical dominance to everyone. Upon meeting my gaze, he popped his knuckles and offered a slow, intentional smile. "Hope you came with more than merely that mask, kid." Dani "Siren" Castro sat with a playful smile on her lips, yet her eyes were keenly attentive. She was known for employing her charm to undermine her rivals, both physically and psychologically. However, I was aware that her gentle facade was nothing more than a tool. "Don't be deceived by the pretty face," she remarked while shifting her seat, her tone a blend of charm and menace. "I have a tougher side than my appearance suggests." Finally, there was Ragnar "The Beast" Wulf, a towering figure from the northern regions who appeared to attract notice effortlessly. His robust physique framed by his dense beard and untamed long hair radiated a confidence born solely from enduring the toughest conditions. While surveying the room, he grinned to himself. "This is going to be fun." I paused as I took in each of them, noting the deadly mix of personalities. This wouldn't just be a test of skill—it would be a test of endurance, tactics, and, most of all, survival. I spotted Camille at the corner of the room, her gaze surveying the rivals while she feigned merging with the audience. Her playful banter couldn't hide the concern in her eyes as she met my gaze. "You seem like a man on the brink, Rey. Are you sure that you are prepared for this?" Her tone was cheerful, yet there was a hidden strain, a tension that only I could perceive. "I have no other options, Camille," I answered softly, my tone calm, yet the reality of it caused a tightness in my gut. She didn't push, yet her stare stayed on me more than needed. She held back much, concealing much behind that playful grin. It was her method of safeguarding herself. And I. Next, with tentative steps, came Sienna. Her attitude changed from worry to almost desperation as she spotted me. She bit her lip, struggling with her feelings, and trailed off, "Rey, please, I know you think you have to do this, but—There is nothing you need to prove. You've accomplished so much already. Don't do this, please. I grounded myself by reaching out and covering her hand. "Sienna, I must. You are aware of that. It's no longer just about me. It concerns all of the things I have battled for. I have to do it for the team." Her eyes were sparkling as she shook her head. "I don't want to lose you." Unspoken fear weighed heavily on her words as her voice broke. "I won't let that happen," I whispered, squeezing her hand gently before pulling away, my resolve settling like a stone in my chest. Alexis stood across the room, a little distance away from us, watching everything with a critical eye. I could see the fear in the way her lips compressed, even though her eyes weren't as worried as Sienna's. "This tournament isn't just a test of your skills," she stated in a calm but slightly acerbic tone. "It's a survival game. Remember that. They will kill you without hesitation. "I know what I'm getting into, Alexis," I said bluntly in response. "But I'm not backing out." The moment lingered between us, heavy with the burden of unexpressed feelings. Camille and Sienna shared a look, yet it was Alexis who ended the quiet. "Simply ensure that you aren't participating in their game either, Rey. There's more involved than simply the competition." I nodded, acknowledging her warning. But something in her words lingered, a deeper concern that mirrored the fears of those around me. Eventually, I ended up in my room by myself, the silence of the night closing in around me. The weight of tomorrow pressed down on me, and for the first time in ages, I sensed the entire load of what I was about to undertake. The door squeaked as it opened, and I looked up, spotting Camille in the doorway. "Are you still up?" I gave a slight nod, managing a brief smile. "Yeah....I wasn't able to fall asleep." She approached, resting against the frame. "You realize that your amazing, right? You take the risk and secure what your team need, because you Rey are the boss." Sёarch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. I chuckled quietly, although it didn't touch my eyes. "I'm not that good, Camille. I just happened to do an impulsive decision. One that I might regret one day." She watched me intently for a while before moving closer, a rare hint of vulnerability appearing in her gaze. "Don't get negative now. I-..I don't want to lose you Rey." I gulped nervously. "I promise you....you won't." She remained quiet, merely giving a gentle, empathetic smile before exiting the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I stood by the window, looking out at the city, my reflection merging with the lights below. Tomorrow was the day. The tournament would begin, and nothing would be the same after it. The decision had already been made. And I was going to make sure I survived it. For them. For me. For all of us. Tomorrow, the tournament begins. I don't know how it'll end, but one thing is certain: it won't just be about the prize. This is a test—of me, of my choices, and of what I'm truly capable of.

Chapter 129: The Night Before the Tournament

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