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"Ten minutes until the start of the third-floor competition; Participants are kindly requested to register!"

Another line was waiting for us; as we had registered from the stands on both sides, we had passed to the very end of the human snake.

"Max, it's your turn this time!"

While looking sideways at Rimel, Toraman was talking while tapping my shoulder with his hand. The long conversation after the competition in the bar was good for us.

"Nephew, we joined, but we can only be extras where you are!"

Even Sukrucuk, the other name of the competition, gave up. Maybe our tank gave up before it started the first time. It was not like this until we came to the competition area; Sukrucuk, who could not come first two times, was sworn to win.

He shouted until he saw the machine with the numbers on it. Although it was difficult for him to accept, he did not have much to do because the words written in luminous letters compelled him to do so.

"Punch Machine"