Round two of the competition part 1

Just as the man was settling into bed, he abruptly sat up and remembered to ask Alex a question that had been on his mind. "Hold on a moment, Alex. I wanted to ask you, what do you think about the magic that was used during the competition today?"

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The man, curious about the use of magic during the competition, turned to Alex and asked his opinion. The AI, teasingly, responded by saying, [Well, well, well, it looks like someone is taking this competition seriously.] But the man was not deterred and reiterated his question, pressing Alex for an answer. The AI sighed and replied, [To be honest, I don't quite understand the magic they were using. It seemed different from anything I've seen before . In fact some people just lifted their hands and surprisingly the wind moved like this:

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But don't worry, we'll figure it out and come up with a plan.] The man felt a bit reassured and thanked Alex for his help. He knew that in order to succeed in this competition, he needed to be prepared for anything.

(the next day)

As he arrived at the competition place, he noticed that the atmosphere was tense and charged with excitement. The remaining 40 participants were all there, each one determined to win the competition. The man realized that he needed to be more strategic and cautious to make it through the next round. He checked his weapons and equipment, making sure that everything was in place.

The man felt relieved that he wouldn't have to face all 40 participants alone. The thought of fighting against them all at once was daunting. The man was grateful that the next round was a team competition, four against four. The king announced that there would be 10 groups, and only the top five would move on to the next round. The man was excited to have the chance to work with a team and strategize. He began to scan the other participants, wondering who he would be paired with.

The man was feeling dejected and frustrated as he waited for 15 minutes with no one asking him to join their group. He went to other groups, but they all rejected him, leaving him with no other option but to join the only group left with three people.

The man, who had been feeling disappointed, suddenly realized that he was now in a team with an old man, a young lady, and an elf. While he was grateful for the chance to compete in the second round, he couldn't help but feel that the odds were stacked against them. The team was clearly outmatched by their opponents.

One of the members of the opposing team sneered, his lips twisting into a cruel grin. "My name is Leo," he said, emphasizing each word with a pointed look in their direction. "Remember that name well, because it'll be the one you'll be cursing when you lose." The man gritted his teeth, his anger rising as Leo's arrogance grated on him. He glanced at his team, determined to show Leo what they were made of. The old man, the young lady, and the elf all looked back at him, their expressions stoic but resolute . The tension was palpable as the referee signaled for the match to begin.

As the match began, the man felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. He knew that they were up against some tough competition, and he had to come up with a plan to beat them. Looking around, he noticed that his team members were already at a disadvantage. The old man was struggling to keep up with the pace of the match, while the young lady was too afraid to attack. The elf, on the other hand, was determined to win, but even she was having a hard time keeping up with the speed of their opponents.

The man thought to himself that he needs to teach leo a lesson . He said revealing his true name to mock leo:

"My name is Alexander ," he said, emphasizing each word with a pointed look in their direction. "Remember that name well, because it'll be the one you'll be cursing when you lose."

Leo, who had been particularly vocal in his disdain for the man's team, was taken aback by the sudden revelation. The other team members looked at Alexander in disbelief, unsure of how to react. But the man didn't let their reactions bother him. He took out his electric gun and pointed it straight at Leo, ready to take him down.

The man's confidence turned into horror as he pulled the trigger, only to discover that nothing happened. His electric gun, which he had relied on so heavily, had malfunctioned, leaving him defenseless against the other team. As he stood there, feeling helpless and exposed, the other competitors started to laugh at him. Even the king, who had previously been stoic, couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Alexander felt his face flush with embarrassment as he realized the gravity of the situation he had put himself in. He had made a fool of himself in front of the entire kingdom, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

The man, Alexander, felt the blood drain from his face as he stared at the electric gun in his hand in disbelief. Why wasn't it working? He had tested it thoroughly before the match. The sound of mocking laughter from the other competitors and the audience filled his ears, and his heart sank. His plan had backfired, and now he was the laughingstock of the competition. He could feel his face turning red with embarrassment, and he wished he could disappear into the ground. He glanced at Leo, who was grinning triumphantly, and Alexander knew that he had to come up with a new strategy fast.