Caught up in storm 3~

"This might turn into an unexpected gain following a loss," said Mr. Fox, as soon as he heard the announcement.                                                                                                                                    "Make sure this information is not leaked outside these people," Tiger ordered Man2. "What happened to the team in the control room?" Tiger asked Man3, who replied, "They were responding a while ago and just a second ago stopped responding.                                                     "A person stood behind Guta and announced, "Gentlemen, I have something to announce to you all right here. From now on, whoever catches this person, live or dead, will be awarded 900 million grains under my personal authority as Fox and a direct chance to appear in the finals of the upcoming D30 event. But no one is allowed to leave or enter this hall. All the happenings will be broadcasted safely under the authority of the sponsor of this ceremony. Of course, so no one is allowed to remove the broadcasting band on the shoulder after receiving it or..." he smirked. “The public might as well get some entertainment…” he muttered to himself.             Making an irritated face and cursing Fox in his heart, Tiger pulled his blade back, which was attached by chains to his blade. 1/6 of them stood and rushed toward the control room, some toward the upper floor, and some toward the underground.                                                                “Sir, what do we do with them?” one of Men1 of tiger squad asked.                                            "Due to the sponsor, the situation changed. We will deal with them after this mess. For now, tie the woman somewhere and throw everyone off the stage," Tiger replied, drawing the curtain down to investigate the corpse. Stark was relieved to see Jute safe for the time being.               “Thanks for saving my daughter,” Jute’s father thanked the beaten Stark while crawling and breaking down in tears as if his own soul was saved.                                                                         “Thud.” Punches landed on Stark’s head. “You weak-ass, become strong,” Vel finally released the clenched fist she had been holding and wiped his blood. Soon, they went back to their seats, and Vel resumed munching where she left off.                                                                          “You endured well, but next time use your words wisely and hold them till you die,” Momo said to Stark while sewing his pants.                                                                                                             “That was tough. We almost became terrorists,” Momo said, exhaling.                                           “How did you... no way you were going to go against the whole sector,” Mihak questioned their sanity.                                                                                                                                                                 “You almost killed that Tiger,” Guta whispered to Vel, who was still eating.                                “So what are we going to do now?” asked Mr. Pants while sipping wine from a real glass with no stem. “Let’s catch that Bunny and leave this place. I really am not suited for places like this,” someone within the squad suggested.                                                                                                    “Don’t stare at me. I am just a helpless guy with nothing to catch him from. I won’t come,” Mihak answered to everyone’s stares.                                                                                                  “But it would be nice to have those many grains,” Balloon said.                                                        Excluding Vel and Guta, everyone went to participate in the event.                                          “What are we even going to do in this large dome with more than 60 floors and 3000 rooms? Where do we even start?” Mihak was puzzled.                                                                          Everyone thought it would be a while before something started, but it already began.        “Thud-thud,” people started filling the lift and headed straight to the control room on the 10th floor. As the lift ascended, all 22 lifts simultaneously crashed. “Boom!” The voice echoed through the hall, and everyone understood that anyone could be hunted on these hunting grounds. They had their first deaths. With only ladders and stairs, everyone kept moving forward.

On the 10th floor, “Buratheir, what do you think? Left, or right?” one of the twins, Aristocrat Baldwir, asked.                                                                                                                                        “Left,” his brother replied.                                                                                                                      “Then it’s right, hurry up!” the other commanded. As the twins reached the control room first, or so they thought, they opened the door. The whole room was dark, and soon they turned on the light. The room was full of bodies with no clothes and their faces torn.                                “There is no one,” Buratheir said, checking the surroundings. Suddenly, a large cloth made from torn clothes fell upon them. They quickly reacted and slashed it, keeping their guard up, thinking someone might jump on them.                                                                                                 “This is Baldwir brothers. We have very important information to sell regarding the Bunny. First come, first served,” said one of the twins.                                                                                   “Thuk thuk,” the sound of barefoot running away and climbing upstairs. After a while, people were everywhere on all floors.      

 “Clank.” Someone opened door number 5253 while carefully checking the room. “Whoosh,” a sound came from the toilet.                                                                                                                        “Who is in there?” a military veteran shouted.“I am John, one of the guards of Sir Tiger. Attendee number 18009,” someone replied from the toilet.                                                        “Confirmed. Now show me your face,” the veteran said after checking the database.                    “I would like to if I could come right now. Could you wait for a few minutes?” the voice replied. The man silently and cautiously sat on the chair.                                                                                     As the broadcast camera on the band was still running on, Bunny could not jump on him, or if he did so, they would get caught on camera and everyone could come here, or so he thought. “Huh, what happened?” his head flew away from his body. “Looks like I let my guard down,” Bunny said as he cut his head without any movement in the lower body and silently left.        

As the rumor spread that Bunny had infiltrated among people, the lack of trust and greed started a fire, and people began fighting each other. “We better stay updated with the dead people and the database, or we might get our necks slashed,” said a long brown man derun raymon to his partner cluu (specialized in close combat.)                                                                                                                                                       “So instead of checking the recording of the emergency camera on stage yourself, you let your men handle it, and now they are dead and the recording is gone. I am disappointed in you,” someone said to Tiger. While thinking about this scene, Tiger, who was in a very bad mood, climbed the stairs silently.

Since the top floor was nothing but a corridor with no place to hide, no people remained there. On such a floor, an unknown person took out his broadcasting camera and threw it down.   “The person you killed in room 5253 was my best friend who always told me to never let his guard down. I can’t imagine him losing a fight. You coward bastard, come show yourself and fight like a man. If you win, I shall tell you one of the secrets you might be looking for,” the unknown giant man said to himself.

 “You better not go back on your words.” Bunny showed himself with his face that look like he colored black. 

He ran toward the giant and took a leap while throwing a dagger from his sleeves, which the giant parried with an axe. Bunny jumped over the giant’s body to his back and engaged in close combat, taking out a weapon shaped like a long thick rod with very sharp pointy edges. He smoothly dodged the heavy axe blow, deflecting it with his weapon, and countered by delivering a punch to the chin and a kick to the jaw, which made the giant’s large body unbalanced but soon recovered. The giant took out his second axe, which was much lighter than the other one, and a series of slashes and exchanges of blows started. 

After 20 or so blows, the giant shouted, “This is it,” and increased his speed of attack, thinking Bunny’s attacks were becoming weaker. “Thud,” a similar weapon to the one Bunny was fighting with pierced the giant’s right shoulder and exited his body from the rib. “How?” he asked in disbelief while looking up and saw a hole.

“You better not think of dying without telling me that story of yours,” Bunny said.                           While breathing heavily, the giant said, “It is just one word rather than a story. It is sk—” He paused as his neck was cut. 

“Who told you to break the rule of participating, you traitor,” Tiger said, relieving his anger.

[^6] All the people in military are provided with tailored weapon as per their choice and fitting All the authority are to act under rules set by the sponsor for any royal ceremony and adhere to it to pass the judgment says 29th rule of USR