The Deadly 991

The midday sun blazed down with fierce intensity, casting a brilliant glow across the landscape.

The sky, washed clean by the light, stretched endlessly, perfect expanse of clear blue.

A soft breeze drifted in from the sea, carrying the salty scent of the ocean and the steady rhythm of waves crashing against the shore.

The island, ancient and untouched, seemed to stretch on forever, its landscape shaped by countless years, each one blending seamlessly into the next.

Everything was tranquil, simple, and unpretentious, free from self-importance or reflections on life and death.

There were no illusions here, no unrealistic hopes or dreams.

All that had been, all that was, and all that was yet to come, were nothing more than the fleeting blooms of flowers, the opening and closing of chapters in a book. Nothing mattered-there was no ambition, no selfishness, and certainly no room for futile longing.

The world was in a state of calm, untouched by the chaos of life.

The only movement in this quiet scene was the flight of birds, their wings slicing through the air, stirring à momentary emotion, as if time itself could be captured in their flight. For a brief instant, everything seemed frozen, a quiet passage of life and death.

A sharp gust of wind cut through the air, rustling the lush vines of Duskhaven's L2 Mystic Realm War Game Base.

The vines swayed gently in the breeze, creating a soothing rhythm.

At the far end, 80 elite teams stood motionless, their bodies rigid and unmoving, like statues carved from stone, their postures a mark of respect and silence.

The stillness was profound, as pure as the seagulls soaring high above the vast ocean, untouched by the corrupting influences of humanity.

Ryker, the Chief Assistant Designer of the Thalrex Order's Advanced Science Department, had just announced the winner of the competition.

The crowd stood in silence, but this silence was far from peaceful-it was thick with resentment, anger, and unspoken conflict.

of top commander-in-chief through the most forceful of

come with applause, and not all mediocrity is

in the hearts of 79 teams, a

"Congratulations, Commander-in-chief Ramsey!"

of the Thalrex Order's Advanced Science Department, approached Robin

are only the second commander in 20 years to be chosen as the top

your ability to break from tradition, and, most importantly, your unwavering sense of duty make you a rare and invaluable talent in our eyes! "From Area One to

into harm's way to save the lives of all the elite teams. That is the mark of a true leader, willing to sacrifice for the greater good. "Such wisdom and selflessness in the

around at the other commanders-in-chief in the room,

the surface, when it came to life and death, we

Finals is a different kind of challenge than L2. It's

for just

would only bring more suffering to

heroic are worthy

the world's burdens must cast aside personal desires and false

Special Forces is that hero who rises to the

lead the world's strongest

to have a 'talk'

if it comes to that, dont hold

Thalrex Order, and we'll

in agreement with you-respect is earned through actions, not words. Go ahead and show them

Ryker on the shoulder. "We'll see how things play

Order's Advanced Science Department left, the mystic realm's communication

buzzed, and he glanced down to see a message from

Fan. Can you spare some time for a meeting? I'll be accompanying them."

time and suggested they meet at the Island

and Jethro called

a middle-aged man with a round face and glasses.

his fifties,

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