"Well, well, well, let's wrap it up, shall we?" the clown suddenly said, capturing the attention of everyone who had been engrossed in their group discussions.
"The game will begin tomorrow morning, so today, enjoy the leisure," he announced with a clap of his hands. In the garden, a grand and opulent building had appeared seemingly out of thin air. As participants were led inside, they were astounded by the extravagance that awaited them.
The Mage's room was adorned with rich blue tapestries, depicting intricate magical symbols and scenes of mystical landscapes. A large crystal ball stood on a table by the window, casting mesmerizing patterns of light on the walls. The view from the window overlooked a serene garden filled with vibrant, mystical plants, making it feel like a sanctuary of arcane secrets.
The Healer's room featured soothing shades of green, and the walls were lined with shelves of potted herbs and healing plants. A gentle stream flowed through the garden outside, adding to the overall tranquility. The room exuded an aura of calm and rejuvenation.
The Strategic Planner's room was designed with a minimalist yet elegant touch. A massive wooden desk dominated the space, with a large map of the game area spread out on it. The window provided a panoramic view of the entire garden, allowing for contemplation and strategy-building. The building's architecture spoke of intellect and foresight.
The Archer/Gunner's room had a rustic charm, with wooden beams on the ceiling and walls adorned with intricate crossbow designs. A shelf displayed an array of archery equipment, from finely crafted bows to a variety of arrows. The room's window faced a picturesque archery range within the garden, inviting participants to hone their marksmanship skills.
The Attacker's room was decorated in bold red and black colors, exuding an aura of power and strength. Weapons lined the walls, including swords, axes, and maces, all gleaming menacingly. The room overlooked a rugged training ground outside, promising intense battles to come. The building itself seemed to echo with the thunderous clash of combat.
The participants marveled at their surroundings, realizing that the host of this sinister game possessed a powerful artifact to create such an otherworldly domain. The luxurious building, the sprawling garden, and the manipulative environment left many of them in awe and shock. It was evident that they were dealing with someone who held unimaginable power and resources.
"Do you have any Idea, Bush"
"No, I don't," Bush replied. "This is a heavenly artifact, one that can create such a pristine and unblemished environment, and yet remain completely hidden from view." The level of sophistication and power behind this artifact was beyond their comprehension.
"Is it related to the black aura we felt before?" Alex inquired.
"It's most likely," Bush responded.
"Then we need to search for some information," Alex decided.
"Yeah, let's begin from this room," Bush suggested. "It's most likely some array formation that creates..." Bush trailed off, scanning the room for any clues or hidden mechanisms.
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Alex entered his room, designated for archers and gunners. The room exuded a grandeur that befitted his status as a Level 3 guest. It was a spacious chamber, meticulously designed to cater to his unique skills and needs.
The room featured a magnificent training ground adorned with lush greenery, creating a tranquil oasis within the confined space. Tall, artificial trees stood tall, their branches serving as excellent targets for an archer's precision. The floor was covered with a soft, grass-like surface that provided a comfortable foothold.
In one corner of the room, there was a state-of-the-art machine used to record the trajectory and accuracy of each shot. It could meticulously analyze the velocity, angle, and impact of arrows or bullets, helping Alex fine-tune his skills to perfection.
The walls were lined with racks of the finest bows and guns, each a masterpiece of craftsmanship. Gleaming with polished wood and steel, these weapons were more than tools; they were works of art. Targets of various shapes and sizes were strategically placed throughout the room, some moving on mechanized tracks to challenge Alex's precision and speed.
The grandeur of the archer and gunner room served as a testament to the wealth and power of the Level 3 guests. It was a place where Alex could hone his skills and prepare for the challenges that awaited him in the sinister game orchestrated by the enigmatic clown.
Alex stepped into the grand archer and gunner room, a room that radiated opulence and functionality. He couldn't help but marvel at the state-of-the-art equipment and the meticulous design.
Bush, who had followed him into the room, looked around in awe. "This place is incredible, Alex. It's like a dream come true for anyone with your skills."
Alex nodded, a sense of pride welling up inside him. "Yeah, it's quite something, isn't it? This room alone probably costs more than some people's entire estates. But, you know, it's a reminder of the stark divide in this world between the haves and the have-nots."
Bush glanced at Alex, his expression thoughtful. "True, it's a harsh reality out there. But, right now, our focus should be on surviving this game and finding out who this clown really is. This room might just give us the edge we need."
Alex agreed, a determined look in his eyes. "You're right, Bush. Let's make the most of these resources. Every arrow and every shot will count in this twisted game."
As they prepared to explore the room further, Alex couldn't shake the feeling that this luxurious environment held secrets waiting to be uncovered.
Alex, let's meet tomorrow, With that word amelia go to her room
"Yeah alex, Good night", Suki also go to her room
"Keep your promise", Rizky reminded Alex and garb her sister hand and go to their separated room.
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Outside the art masquerade building, a cacophony of sirens blared through the night, piercing the already tense atmosphere. Police cars and military vehicles were parked haphazardly, forming a makeshift perimeter around the imposing structure. Floodlights illuminated the area, casting eerie shadows and adding an unsettling ambiance to the scene.
Uniformed officers, armed to the teeth, stood in a state of readiness, exchanging worried glances. Their radios crackled with chaotic chatter, trying to make sense of the situation. Reinforcements arrived steadily, and commanders barked orders in a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of control.
A small crowd of onlookers had gathered beyond the police barricades, held at bay by officers who were as baffled as they were. Speculations and rumors circulated among the spectators, each more outlandish than the last. Fear and uncertainty permeated the air.
Occasionally, a brave officer or soldier would approach the building, trying to force entry, only to be met with grisly results. Those who ventured inside were either reduced to lifeless corpses or stumbled back out in a state of shock, their eyes glazed with terror.
As time passed, frustration grew among the authorities. They had no answers, no understanding of the forces at play within the enigmatic building. It was a situation that defied their training and logic, leaving them feeling helpless in the face of an unknown and malevolent power.
In the helicopter, General Jonathan Redwood sat with an imposing presence that seemed to fill the entire aircraft. His weathered face bore the marks of countless battles, and his steely gray eyes reflected a lifetime of wisdom and strength. He was a living legend in the Metropolis, known far and wide as the Demon Captain of the city's elite forces. His very name struck fear into the hearts of his foes and earned the respect of his allies.
The aura that surrounded him was formidable, a palpable force that resonated with authority and power. The old general's hands, calloused from years of combat, gripped the armrest of his seat as he stared out of the helicopter's window. His jaw was set with determination, and his brow furrowed with concern.
The view before him was a chaotic scene. The building in question was surrounded by a vast assembly of military and law enforcement personnel, all armed to the teeth. Barricades, checkpoints, and heavily armed soldiers encircled the structure, creating an impenetrable perimeter. Helicopters patrolled the airspace above, and armored vehicles lined the streets below.
As the helicopter hovered above the turmoil, General Redwood couldn't help but think of his grandson, Ethan. The young man had become entangled in a perilous situation within that enigmatic building, and it was a situation that required swift and decisive action.
"Well, Ethan," the general muttered, his voice a low, rumbling growl, "where are you?" His eyes scanned the building, searching for any sign of his beloved grandson. The old warrior was prepared to move mountains and unleash the full might of the Metropolis Army to ensure Ethan's safety.