[From the Author of Author's POV...] Emotions are like a drug to us. The more we experience them, the more we become addicted. The hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it's already too late for me. I've already been swallowed whole. *** I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. What the hell is going on? ...and who am I? *** Discord : https://discord.gg/PEbN7fc2ww
Supply station, control tower.
Several professors were lined up in front of a large projection that displayed over several dozen windows. In each window was a different group. Beside the projection was another projection.
It was currently empty, but it had several numbers that ranged from one to twenty-five, which was the overall number of teams. Beside each name was a red '0' that indicated their score points.
"What do you think? Who do you think will rank first?"
Professor Heart asked.
He was the professor who had brought the second year over.
"Ideally speaking, it should've been Jacob's team. The fifth team."
Answering him was Professor Lambart, one of the first-year professors. His voice was sharp and concise. With short, disheveled brown hair and green eyes that glimmered behind thick, square-framed glasses, he exuded an air of seriousness.
"But..?"
"....I'm not so sure anymore."