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THE FALLACY GAME.

The Fallacy Game. > “Truth is subjective. Reality can be reasoned away. And in this game—your mind is the battlefield.” In a world where logic is weaponized and debate is a matter of survival, an underground tournament known only as The Fallacy Game emerges — a cerebral war where losing means the destruction of your reputation, your identity, and sometimes, your very sense of self. Rael Veir is a reclusive prodigy with a haunted past and a brain wired for paradoxes. When his sister is institutionalized after a televised debate collapse, Rael receives an invitation to the game — not as a witness, but as a player. Each round pits him against another genius in a lethal battle of logic. The prize for victory: progression to the next tier. The cost: a fragment of his memory, emotion, or moral compass… gone forever. As Rael ascends the ranks, he begins to question everything — the rules, the judges known as Observers, and the reality he's anchored to. Twisted rivals with fractured ideologies emerge. Forgotten players return. And all signs point toward a final debate known only as the Final Paradox — a round so mind-breaking, it's said no player has reached it and come back sane. But Rael is not like the others. He doesn't want to win the game. He wants to tear it apart from the inside. To do that, he must outwit the Mirror — a faceless, undefeated player who seems to know Rael’s every move… and may, impossibly, be Rael himself. > “If no one remembers the truth, did it ever exist?”
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The Enigma of Player 501

In a chilling realm ruled by a formidable entity known as the 'system,' 500 players are thrust into harrowing rounds of terror. Each round tests their wits and will to survive, as they navigate grotesque horrors that lurk at every corner. In this merciless environment, death only results in their vacant spot being filled by a new victim. One day, for the first time in history, a new player slot became available: 501. ---- The brilliant detective Amphi Dementyev is sipping coffee when he unexpectedly finds himself in a survival game as player 501. Each challenge demanded not just his sharp wit and deductive reasoning, but also an unwavering determination to ascend through the ranks of competitors if he ever hoped to escape the sinister entrapment of the system. Frustratingly, the top-ranked player appears to be constantly trailing him. Even worse, the residence he chose to stay in after the rounds—the cheapest mansion he could find—has strange tenants determined to make his life difficult. A cunning scammer who seems to relish in provoking him at every chance, a sinister demon that lurks in the shadows, reappearing relentlessly. A small figure who continuously shifts between different identities and genders. A troubled drug addict whose air of mystery suggests she possesses deeper secrets than she cares to share — And these are just a few. How will Amphi manage to survive and make an escape while safeguarding his two beloved ducklings—I MEAN--Comrades... Story is also posted on RoyalRoad.com, wattpad, inkett, AO3, etc.
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I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
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