"You want me to play and state a law for myself?"
"No, I want you to play and survive. Find the true king, Bo!" He smirked and vanished. This werewolf wasn't a talkative man but who would rather challenge the boy, make him experience and learn the laws.
"I must find it and overcome it." Bo murmured to himself.
He was dropped into a world that the juggler burdened to him. Only self-esteem could help him survive and set his discipline's code into a correct path.
He peered at the hovering columns that were strolling around.
"Bridge! They are actually bridges! If I win twelve columns and set them together then I can pass without letting the cloud balls hit me." He sketched the plot in his mind.
"Yes, we need to gain at least three batches to reach the other side of the bridge; but if you want to find the true king, you must win seven batches. As we start, the red clouds will seize us. You tasted one." He pointed to Bo's finger.
