The Author's POV

The rules of the dummy massacre game were quite simple.

A contestant would be brought inside of a private room. In it were multiple combat dummies waiting in the room; each programmed to have different combat styles.

A timer would be set up in the corner of the room, and the goal was to eliminate all of the dummies within that specified amount of time.

If the contestant failed to win during that time limit, they were eliminated from the game.

Because of the overwhelming number of participants, multiple different groups were created and only the top five of each group were allowed to pass to the next round. Therefore, even if an individual managed to defeat all of the dummies, they were not guaranteed a chance to pass to the next round.

For those participating, time was of the essence. The fewer mistakes they made, the less time they would lose.

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[Arena grounds]

"All done"

"Thank you"

Thanking a female attendant, I walked away and looked at my wrist. Wrapped around it was a black bracelet.

The bracelet was an artifact designed to suppress someone's rank.

'Tsk, I can certainly feel my rank getting suppressed', I thought as I inwardly clicked my tongue.

Typically it was used on prisoners; in this case, it was to make the competition fairer. Give the lower academies a better chance.

the edge of the arena grounds where a large metal door stood, I waited for

was the room that led to the dummy

training ground, but just for the tournament, it was converted into the area

'This feels weird...'

I was waiting for my turn, ever so

one that

though I wasn't the only first-year participant coming from the Lock, if someone here wasn't living under a rock, they would've seen my face on the news a month

the top dog in my group. Everyone knew that. Their wariness and apprehension towards me made sense. I too would've done the same had I been in

'”Beep! '”Beep!

Wright; Time ➤ 2:

'”Shuaaa!

walked out. Wearing a green-colored uniform the youth turned around and looked at

emerged on his

[Dummy massacre group 9]

2 : 37;

: 40; [Dan Potter/Lutwik

2 : 55; [Odessa Mack/Citadel

: 59; [Willie Morin/Velmont

: 01;

minutes and a half

From when I practiced a few weeks backs, my all-time high score was in the early two

in the two minutes range was because I

my score