Anian: "You'll be the first."
Anian began to search him while Angel tried to defend himself, but it was futile. Meitor stepped in to help Angel—two against one—but it made little difference.
Angel: "Calm down! We don't have to fight!"
Meitor struggled to hold him back, but Anian was too tall, too imposing. Realizing the others were about to jump in to help Angel, Anian decided to end him.
He grabbed Angel's head and slammed it against the floor, over and over, until he went limp—or rather, until he was dead. Meitor tried to intervene, but he suffered the same fate.
Anian: "Is there anyone else who wants to object?"
As soon as he spoke, the timer increased by five minutes.
Anian turned his sights on the crowd. Some stayed to fight, while others—like me—retreated to their rooms.
Anian was clever. He took out the Lion King of this jungle to become the Lion King himself. If you want the crown, you must first eliminate the one wearing it.
After fighting off everyone who dared to resist, Anian formed a group of seven. He began inspecting the rooms. Since they had no locks, there was nowhere to hide.
When he reached mine, I didn't resist. He searched me and then ordered me to stand in a circle where many others were already waiting.
After observing everything, I realized there were actually 101 rooms. Room 101 was the game itself. Anian noticed it too, but he said nothing, retreating to a corner.
Nobody spoke. Nobody resisted. We were 79 players left.
After all, this is a new jungle.