The fated day has finally arrived and I am looking at our babies, who went through hell for the past week. This time around a lot of countries have volunteered to participate in the tournament making the total number reach sixty-four instead of the usual thirty-two.
I know the reason why, but this is too much. There are making the event compare to the World Player Cup.
This is why I had to go hard on this little brats, death is not something uncommon in Player tournaments. After all they are fighting in real life instead of VR because, real life can't be hacked.
My old students I only taught for a week, against my new students I trained for a week. At the end one of my students is going to be the winner.
"Uncle why are you making such a pitiful face?" Mason asked with a little pertain in his voice. He was right to ask, as I had the same face since the moment I left the airport.
