Time passed chaotically, and soon a few hours went by. At this moment, fourteen people were queued up in a straight line facing the four guards. Bray and the others looked at the guards, awaiting their next order.
The glaring red moons hung over their heads, basking them in its red light, bringing about an eerie sight, their blood stained looked even more terrifying under the glaring light of the two red moons.
Stepping Joe and Zach gazed deeply at Bray. The former was still annoyed whenever he recalled the insult Bray had said to him, while the latter was still shocked by how Bray could survive this, knowing how bad Bray's luck was.
Could it be that he is going to keep on surviving till the day of the tournament? And then lose his life in the presence of thousands of people? Zach was still puzzled.
Suddenly Ray turned to Bray with a faint smile and said, "You did well." His hand firmly landed on Bray's shoulder, and he looked as though he was pleased that Bray could survive this ordeal.
Sloven, by Bray's side, nodded, his eyes glistening slightly. He truly didn't want to lose Bray so soon, they needed to survive in order to escape this place.
Bray didn't feel anything suspicious from Ray, not even with the system, as such, he said, "Thank you, sir. I just tried my best, it was all Sloven."
Hearing him, Ray turned to look at Sloven with a nod. After that, he went back to his position and let the others handle matters here. The other prisoners looked at Bray in envy and jealousy, he had already caught the eyes of the guards. Maybe, just maybe, this guard could find a way for him to be released from his prison.
With this thought, they couldn't help but cast envious gazes at Bray, wishing it could be them. Unfortunately, they didn't notice that the guards were sighing inwardly while looking at Bray with a hint of pity. Another one, I wonder how he will end up. This similar thought appeared in their minds, and they couldn't help but shiver slightly in fear, recalling some terrifyingly gruesome memories.
"You must be feeling tired, everyone," Raphael abruptly said with a polite smile, as though he was trying to atone for his wrongdoing by bringing them here to suffer in the first place. "You all may go and rest, train, and increase your strength." Raphael waved them off after he finished his statements.
Everyone was inwardly furious at these guards, but they didn't dare voice their thoughts out loud, they didn't know what heinous things might be done to them if they were to do so.
They could only turn to their respective cell guards and follow them. Bray too did the same thing, along with Sloven, once all his cellmates had assembled. Bray discovered that, along with Gable, the girl had also died. Bruth didn't die but had lost his left arm, as it was bleeding profusely, his breathing was haggard, and his face was pale.
They all followed the guard after he had shackled them both. As for Bruth, he looked at them in disdain, seeing how much he was bleeding. He would definitely be dead by tomorrow. All that was left for them to do was pick up his dead body. This was exactly the reason why he didn't bother to care about finding a shackle for him.
"Come with me, let's head to your cell." The guard walked smoothly to cell 0.
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Soon Bray and the others, under the lead of the guard, reached their cell and entered inside. At this moment, Bruth's voice was quickly growing haggard. After they reached, Sloven only cast a glance at Bruth in pity, sighing, there was nothing he could do. He walked into his cell after once again nodding at Bray.
Bray turned to look at Bruth in pity, at this moment, Bruth hadn't said a word or winced in pain. He sat slightly on a wooden chair in front, gazing into the distance, his expression was extremely calm, he had accepted his fate.
Naturally, he felt that he was supposed to die a long time ago, since coming to this cell, the only reason why he was still alive was because he had always managed to survive every single time, even now.
He looked at his arm that was lost with a sneer, even now, after the chaotic event, he had only lost an arm when he could have died. Previously, he could have easily tightened his muscles and stopped the bleeding, but he felt that there was no need to hang on anymore.
Looking at him Bray sighed, that sight looked extremely desolate and filled with solitude, like someone who had been played constantly by fate with no chance of fighting back.
System, is there anything I can do to save him? Bray asked, although he wasn't a hero who would place his life on the line to save that of others, he wasn't completely heartless.
[You can create a medicinal pill that can help him recover from the shop.]
Ahh, that is true, my thoughts are so messed up right now. Will I truly survive in the end? The events of today enlightened Bray greatly. I have only played two games and have almost lost my life in the second one. Can I live past the third game if there is a third game?
Bray's thoughts were in a mess. He abruptly glanced at Bruth and recalled something, after that, his thoughts moved to the shop, and he began fabricating a pill. He was done in a few moments, and then he bought the pill for 0.000… versatile points.
"Here, take this." Bray walked forward and stood beside Bruth, he then passed the pill to Bruth, "It will help you recover from your injuries."
Bruth cast a glance at the pill in Bray's hands, he didn't even bother to wonder where Bray had gotten it from, instead, he laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, even now... Even now, life, you are still trying to keep me together with you."
He rejected the pill without a second thought: "If I take this pill, the guards will sense something wrong and will definitely torture me into giving an answer on where I got it from. That will lead me to suffer some more, besides."
His gaze flickered with a weary light as he looked at the distance and, with a faint smile, said, "Besides, I am quite tired of life already. I have been for a while now, just stay with me, at least for my last moment, at least let someone know that I died a warrior, even if it is just knowing it for a while."
Bray agreed and then stayed calmly beside him. They stayed like that in silence, with neither side saying anything for a few hours.
Suddenly, Bray felt that Bruth's breath had almost completely elapsed. A tired voice suddenly rang out, "Promise me, Bray, promise me... that you will survive in the end." With that, the last breath he had was fully snuffed out.
Bray sighed once again. After that, he clenched his fist and said with a smile, "Don't worry." He gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely survive in the end."
To be continued...