When all the flashes had dissipated, nearly a hundred thousand people gazed at the faint golden crescent-shaped mark on each other's foreheads, somewhat bewildered.
What had just happened? On hearing that the top one hundred would be rewarded with gang tokens, they had lost their heads, their minds clouded, signing the contract subconsciously for fear of falling behind.
And the result? The top hundred indeed got their reward, but against the base number of nearly a hundred thousand people, it hardly stood out at all.
A one in a thousand chance, and they had sold themselves just like that.
