Muramoto's eyes widened when he heard that announcement. "They're really serious about this." he said.
The initially quiet room suddenly erupted with everyone's chatter.
The participants were divided into two groups, with some of them standing up and others sitting down.
"So, how long is the event going to last?" someone asked, shouted, and stood up from his seat.
"One, two, three weeks? I haven't decided yet." Pascal answered.
"I don't care. I'm going to be the strongest!" said another.
"I'm not going to die!"
"Well, I don't want to waste my precious life here!" One person yelled out loud and started walking towards the exit.
Several people got up, too, and followed him immediately.
Linda smiled bitterly at the man who had just left the building without finishing what he had come for. She then looked at Muramoto. "How about you, Muramoto?" she whispered.
