The Clown Games were a chilling spectacle that would send shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to witness or participate in them. They were orchestrated with meticulous precision, always looming on the horizon like an impending storm.
Orchestrated by a shadowy figure known only as "Joker," these games were both enigmatic and devastating, affecting the entire country.
At the heart of the Clown Games was their capacity to completely transform the lives of their participants. Individuals could experience a meteoric rise from abject poverty to unimaginable wealth, or they could be stripped of their opulence and left destitute.
The games were designed to keep the elite on edge, as champions emerged, new contenders entered the fray, and lives were forfeited in the ruthless pursuit of victory.
The heart of the Clown Games lay in their unparalleled ability to disrupt the social hierarchy. It was a merciless game of fate, where individuals could experience the most extreme reversals of fortune. Those who were once destitute could ascend to unimaginable wealth, while the affluent could be cast into the depths of poverty. This volatile seesaw of fortune was precisely what kept the elite of Metropolis in a constant state of anxiety.
The games were not just about personal fortune; they were about power and influence. Champions emerged and were celebrated, only to face new challengers hungry for glory and rewards. Lives were lost in the ruthless competition, with contestants resorting to cunning, deceit, and even murder to secure their positions.
The Clown Games were not confined to the grandeur of Metropolis alone. Similar events took place in towns and cities across the globe, each with its own champion. These champions would then proceed to the next round of the competition, where the stakes were even higher, and the rewards more tantalizing.
The government, recognizing the havoc wreaked by this malevolent organization, made attempts to eradicate it. However, these efforts were in vain. From Alex's perspective, gleaned through his future memories, it was clear that no one had managed to expose or eliminate The Clown.
The organization's sinister influence persisted, casting a long and ominous shadow over society, even in its most prosperous and sophisticated corners. The Clown Games had become a pervasive and inescapable nightmare for those who lived in the Metropolis and beyond.
In the dystopian world of Metropolis, The Clown Games were both a reflection of society's darker desires and a harbinger of chaos. They embodied the stark contrast between the city's opulence and the lurking shadows of malevolence, creating a nightmarish tableau that would continue to haunt the citizens of Metropolis for generations to come.
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Rizky and Rizka, the twin brother and sister, had arrived at the grand event with their uncle. They had been granted the lowest level of guest access, Level 1, allowing them to be part of the extravagant gathering. Rizka, in particular, was delighted by the lavish feast spread before her, savoring the exquisite flavors and marveling at the opulent surroundings.
However, as the siblings enjoyed the festivities, a sudden and mysterious malaise overcame them. They both collapsed, their vision fading as unconsciousness enveloped them. When they eventually awoke, they found themselves in an entirely different place, disoriented and bewildered by the sudden change of scenery. The transition from the grand gala to this unknown location had occurred without any warning or explanation.
Rizky and Rizka, both 19 years old, were striking figures at the gala, their presence catching the eye of many attendees. Despite a difficult upbringing, having been abandoned by their family at the tender age of five, they had grown into remarkable individuals under the care of their uncle.
Rizky, the twin brother, was handsome with a strong jawline and piercing brown eyes that held a sense of determination. He sported neatly cropped black hair and donned attire suited for the occasion, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit that exuded elegance and sophistication.
Rizka, the twin sister, was a vision of beauty with her short, glossy black hair and expressive brown eyes. Her attire mirrored her brother's in its understated refinement, as they had opted for attire befitting of the occasion while maintaining a sense of their humble roots.
Rizky and Rizka found themselves in a perplexing situation, surrounded by people of various statuses, distinguished by their attire. Rizky's keen observation allowed him to categorize the attendees into different levels based on their clothing, with the luxurious attire signifying Level 3, the good attire as Level 2, and their own, more modest clothing marking them as Level 1.
Amid the garden's surreal atmosphere, Rizka looked up at her brother with a mixture of anxiety and trust. "Brother, where are we?" she inquired, her voice quivering.
Rizky's brow furrowed as he scanned their surroundings for any clues.
"I don't know," he admitted with a sense of uncertainty,
"but we're not alone. There are others here, people from different levels."
Concern etched across Rizka's features as she observed the diverse crowd.
"I'm scared, brother," she confessed, her eyes filled with trepidation.
Rizky stepped closer, his protective instincts kicking in. "Don't worry,"
he reassured her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"I'll look after you. We'll figure out what's going on together."
As the confrontation heated up in the garden, the exchange of words between Rizky and Lucas's group continued.
Then suddenly, there is someone which interupt their conversation, Lucas Montague an Heir to the Montague family, who controlled a media empire. Lucas was known for his charisma and charm, using his family's influence to shape public perception, and he is a level 2 Guest.
Looking at the Rizka's Beauty, Lucas, with a sly grin, decided to introduce himself.
"Hello, My name is Lucas," he declared, his tone dripping with arrogance. He then turned his attention towards Rizka, his gaze unsettling. "And what's your name, lady?"
Rizky, unimpressed by Lucas's antics, maintained his composure. "I don't think our names matter," he retorted, emphasizing that he had no interest in engaging with the pompous group.
Lucas, however, was not one to be deterred easily. He persisted, his intentions clear.
"Do you think I will spare you?"
he threatened, a dangerous glint in his eye. He signaled to his lackeys to make a move, and they began to rise, preparing for a potential confrontation.
The tension in the garden reached a critical point, with Lucas and his lackeys poised for confrontation with Rizky and Rizka. However, before the situation could escalate further, a trio of unexpected figures intervened.
Alex, with his characteristic confidence, patted Lucas on the shoulder, sending an immediate wave of weakness through the arrogant young man. Suki, driven by her sense of duty to Metropolis, swiftly dealt with Lucas's guards, incapacitating them in the name of the city.
Lucas, still trying to assert his social status, attempted to make a phone call to his parents for assistance. But his hopes were dashed when he realized there was no signal in this mysterious place. The isolation of the garden prevented any external communication, leaving him helpless and at the mercy of Alex, Suki, and Amelia.
Lucas felt a surge of anger rise within him, his fists clenching involuntarily as he watched Alex and his entourage. He was itching to confront them, to assert his dominance, but something gave him pause. Among Alex's group, there was a Level 3 guest dressed in attire that indicated a higher status. Lucas knew he couldn't challenge someone of that level; it would be a surefire way to invite trouble and humiliation.
He turned to Rizky, his frustration evident in his expression. "You wait for me," he instructed before gesturing to his team to retreat. It wasn't worth getting into a confrontation that could lead to dire consequences.
Alex, observing the situation, couldn't resist a sly remark.
"Are you okay?" he asked Rizka, his tone dripping with faux concern.
Rizky responded with a cold and dismissive tone.
"We don't need your help," he retorted. He was well aware that people like Alex often sought to exploit situations, and he had no intention of falling for their traps.
Alex simply shrugged, seemingly unfazed by Rizky's attitude.
"Well, that's cool," Alex replied casually, his enigmatic smile never leaving his face. The tension between them hung in the air, a silent challenge that neither was willing to back down from.
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Author's Note
Well, This is the start of the Volume 2.
Because some work, Right Know I only Publish 1 Chapter perday when I get contracted i will try to post 2 to 3 chapter a day, so, Wink Wink...
Hope your enjoy it