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NexaRealm: Best in the World

In the heart of Seoul, high schooler Joon-ho Kang conceals a secret—he's a master assassin in the virtual world of NexaRealm. Selected to represent his school in the national 1v1 tournament, Joon-ho's strategic brilliance wins not only matches but also recognition. However, success raises a profound question: Does he love NexaRealm for the game or the pursuit of being the best? His internal struggle intensifies as he navigates newfound fame, supported quietly by his parents and observed closely by childhood friend Soo-jin. NexaRealm, once a source of joy, becomes a crossroads when Joon-ho receives an invitation to join Korea's national team. Now, Joon-ho faces a choice: pursue professional gaming, reach the pinnacle in NexaRealm, or maintain a balance between passion and genuine connections. The journey unfolds as he confronts the cutthroat world of pro gaming, discovering the true meaning of his NexaRealm connection and the choices that define his path. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the product of the author's imagination and his only. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Heavy language is used in the story. Blood, gore, violence and sexual acts are also depicted in the story. Update: a chapters a day Site: https://akikure.carrd.co/

Aki_Kure · Games
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287 Chs

Into the Depths

The race was far from over, and now the competition was at its most intense. After the relentless series of obstacles, all three teams had found themselves in near-perfect alignment. No one could confidently claim the lead, and every team member was aware that any mistake or hesitation could be the difference between victory and defeat. As they approached what appeared to be the final stage, their energy was waning but their determination burned even brighter.

At the edge of this last stretch, they found three massive cave-like openings looming before them, each casting deep shadows across the rocky ground. Large stone archways framed each entrance, and above each was a wooden sign, weathered but sturdy, bearing the names of the teams in bold letters. The words "Team 1," "Team 2," and "Team 3" marked each respective entrance, leaving no question that each team had their unique path ahead.

The students slowed as they approached, eyeing the dark entrances with a mix of caution and curiosity. There was no indication of what lay beyond, and even the instructors following at a distance offered no hints. This was it—the final trial—and each team would have to face it alone.

"Well, this is it. We take our cave," Hana took a deep breath, casting a quick look back at her teammates.

Beside her, Tae-young nodded with a faint grin, his competitive spirit gleaming in his eyes.

"Hope it's nothing too easy. We've come this far; might as well have something worth the win."

Team 1 inched forward, standing at the mouth of their designated cave. Each member prepared themselves mentally, steeling their nerves for whatever challenge awaited inside. A faint chill seemed to emanate from the darkness, adding to the air of suspense. There was no going back now.

Meanwhile, Team 2 stood before their entrance, each member sharing a glance. Joon-ho cracked his knuckles, feeling a surge of anticipation.

"Think we'll finally get a challenge that can shake us?"

"Careful what you wish for. We don't know what's in there," Soo-jin rolled her eyes but smirked.

"Whatever it is, we'll handle it," Min-jae said, steadying himself as they prepared to enter.

And at the far end, Team 3 assessed their own designated cave. They had fought hard to close the gap, and now, standing before their final trial, they weren't about to back down.

"Let's make it count," Kang-dae, as the team's foundation and unspoken leader, gave them a nod of encouragement.

"Together, right?" Hyun-ae swallowed, casting a quick look into the darkness.

"Together," Kyung-mi agreed, giving her a reassuring smile.

Slowly, each team advanced, stepping into their respective caves with hesitant but resolute steps. The paths swallowed them one by one, each team slipping into the shadows of their designated tunnel, unaware of the challenges hidden within.

Team 2 delved deeper into the cave, the dim light from the cave's entrance quickly swallowed by the darkness around them. Each step echoed softly, heightening the tension that hung in the air. They moved cautiously, taking in every crack and shadow in the cave walls, but it was the sudden branching of the path that brought them to an abrupt halt.

Ahead of them, the tunnel split into five narrow passages, each with a rough, hand-painted sign overhead bearing a single name: Joon-ho, Soo-jin, Jin-kyong, Baek-hyeon, and Min-jae. The names stood out in bold lettering, a clear indication that each member had their own designated path. A heavy silence settled over the group as they stared at the signs, the significance of this division sinking in.

Jin-kyong frowned, running a hand through his hair.

"So…we split up? Doesn't make much sense after all we've been through together, right?"

Soo-jin shook her head in agreement.

"Yeah, why separate us now? This whole course has been about teamwork. Winning as a team. So what's the point of doing this final part alone?"

Joon-ho bit his lip thoughtfully, scanning the signs again as he considered the possibilities. The instructors stressed the importance of unity, trusting one another and leaning on each other's strengths. Yet, here they were, facing a division that seemed almost counterintuitive. It left him with an unsettled feeling, but perhaps that was the intention—a final mental hurdle to overcome. Was this the ultimate test of trust?

"It might be a test," he said slowly, voicing his suspicion. "Maybe they want to see if we'll split up or try to find a way through together."

"Well, there's only one way to find out. If they're judging us on our ability to make independent choices, then maybe this is it. We have to keep moving," Baek-hyeon voiced out.

The others nodded, each lost in their thoughts. Joon-ho could feel a mix of excitement and nervousness building inside him. They'd come so far together, learning each other's strengths and quirks, and pushing one another through the toughest obstacles. To face this last trial alone seemed strange, but if that was the challenge, then he'd face it head-on.

"All right," Joon-ho said, looking each of his teammates in the eye. "We've got this. Let's trust that we'll meet again at the end, just like we planned. Don't overthink it—just go with what you've got. And let's prove we can handle whatever they throw at us."

They exchanged nods of encouragement, and Soo-jin punched Joon-ho lightly on the shoulder.

"See you on the other side," she said with a confident grin, her determined gaze meeting his. "And all of you as well."

One by one, they each entered their designated tunnels, the narrow paths enveloping them in an eerie silence. Joon-ho took a deep breath and stepped into his passage, glancing back one last time at his team before they fully vanished from sight. A surge of resolve steadied him as he faced forward, pushing aside the doubt that lingered. Whatever waited ahead, he'd conquer it—not just for himself, but for the team.

As Joon-ho walked further down the narrow, dimly lit path, the soft glow from the LED strip along the wall was his only companion. The quiet buzz of the light seemed to amplify the silence around him, each step echoing faintly as he moved deeper into the cave. The tunnel walls grew narrower, almost pressing in, adding weight to the silence that settled over him like a blanket. The thrill of competition had faded, replaced by a strange sense of isolation and an edge of anticipation, like the calm before a storm.

Then, something caught his eye—a small, crumpled piece of paper on the floor. He came to an abrupt stop, staring down at it with a hint of curiosity. It was out of place here, almost too clean amidst the dirt and dust. Kneeling, he picked up the note, wiping off the grime that clung to its edges. The paper was fresh, unmarred by age or weather, as though someone had placed it there just for him.

With a flick of his wrist, he unfolded it, and his eyes scanned over the printed words. His gaze snagged on the bolded word at the top: Strike.

Below it, a series of instructions followed, printed in sharp, clean letters:

"Patience and precision are your allies. Your power lies in striking from the shadows, catching enemies off-guard when they least expect it. Focus on picking off high-priority targets, and never overcommit. Know when to fight, and more importantly, when to fade away. You are the embodiment of speed and stealth—use that advantage to control the pace of the fight. One strike can change the game."

Joon-ho's fingers tightened around the note, his mind racing. The words resonated, almost like advice from someone who knew his strengths better than he did. The reminder of patience and precision was familiar, echoing the very essence of how he'd trained to move in NexaRealm. Speed and stealth—these weren't new concepts to him. They were skills he'd sharpened countless times, both in games and, to a lesser degree, in life.

Yet, here in this maze of shadows, the note felt different. It wasn't a virtual strategy anymore; it was real, urging him to focus, to slip back into the mindset of a strategist and a hunter.

He took a breath and folded the note back up, slipping it into his pocket. This wasn't news to him. He'd spent enough hours honing his stealth skills in the game, knowing exactly when to strike and when to withdraw. But here? In a physical challenge where teamwork had been their main focus, why was he being reminded of these skills now?

As he continued down the path, Joon-ho's mind raced through possibilities. Was this a test of his strengths? Or perhaps a clue about the kind of obstacle that lay ahead? The quiet, dimly lit path offered no answers, only the faint hum of the LED strip guiding him forward. But the more he thought about it, the more the note's words seemed to echo in his head, pushing him toward a sense of purpose.