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Chapter One Hundred And Seven: Aegis Run.

The moment the countdown hit nothing, the arena exploded into motion.

The floor beneath the pods dissolved into a living battlefield–an adaptive virtual combat zone known as Aegis Run, it is a survival–based tactical game designed specifically for elite tournaments.

The map materialized in layers: collapsing platforms, floating terrain shards, vertical combat lanes, and shifting, energy barriers that punished hesitation.

Above the arena, a massive digital clock ignited.

10:00. Ten minutes. That was all they had.

This wasn’t about kills alone. This was about survival. When the clock hit zero, only those still active would qualify for the next round. No respawns, no mercy.

The moment the barrier shields dropped, the players scattered. But Obsidian_13 didn’t. She stood still for half a second. Her usual style was to study. She always does.

That alone drew murmurs.

“She’s not moving,” one commentator noted. “Either that’s confidence… or miscalculation.”

But then she moved. And it was fast.

Obsidian_13 vaulted forward, sliding across a dissolving platform just as it collapsed behind her. She didn’t retreat to higher ground like most defensive players would. Instead, she dove straight into the chaos–where energy fire was thickest, where panic bloomed first.

That was new. She’s confusing everyone.

“That’s aggressive,” the second commentator said sharply. “Very aggressive.”

Across the field, NYX had already taken a vertical lane, scaling a fractured tower with precise movements, picking off drones and harvesting resources efficiently. Syntax went the opposite direction, low ground, brutal, eliminating threats before they could organize.

Then came the first scream from the audience. One player misjudged a jump.

The platform beneath him shattered mid–leap, sending his avatar plunging into the abyss.

DANTAX ELIMINATED.

Now, only nine players remain in the game.

The second elimination followed barely thirty seconds later.

A player attempted to ambush Syntax. But it was a bad decision.

Syntax didn’t even slow down. One perfectly timed counterstrike, a brutal energy spike, and the challenger’s avatar disintegrated into light.

BULLET ELIMINATED.

Eight. Eight players remain, causing the arena to roar.

“Two down in under a minute!”

“This pace is insane!”

Obsidian_13 was no longer just moving aggressively–she was hunting.

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She cut through an energy corridor, baiting automated turrets into firing at her before sharply redirecting their trajectory into another player’s shield. The impact staggered him long enough for her to finish the job.

The crowd gasped.

“That wasn’t just fast,” one commentator said, excitement rising. “That was calculated.”

“But that’s not her usual style,” the other added. “Obsidian 13 is known for patience. For misdirection. This is… sharp.”

From the VIP section, Jeff Sandler leaned back slowly. The game looks interesting to him.

Across the arena, Dreston’s eyes never left the screen.

Cassienne–inside the pod–felt the change in herself too. She wasn’t playing like before. She couldn’t afford to.

The map began shrinking as warning sirens echoed across the arena. Red zones ignited, forcing players closer together. This was where alliances formed–or where desperation set in.

Two players locked eyes across a collapsing bridge. And then both turned. They turned toward Obsidian_13.

“Oh,” the first commentator breathed. “They’r

“They’re trying to take her out.”

coordinating.”

The two players moved in sync–one flanking from the left, the other pushing from the front, cutting off escape routes with overlapping fire. It was a classic pincer move.

The crowd held its breath.

Obsidian 13 sprinted forward, then abruptly stopped.

At the last second, she dropped.

Literally.

The floor beneath her dissolved, and she fell through three vertical layers, narrowly avoiding elimination as she caught a ledge mid–fall. Energy blasts tore past where she’d been a heartbeat earlier.

“She almost went out!”

“That was too close!”

Her avatar rolled, health bar flickering dangerously low. The two players followed, thinking they had her.

But they were wrong.

Obsidian_13 detonated a gravity pulse she’d planted earlier. The shockwave ripped through the vertical shaft, throwing one opponent into a red zone.

ZAK ELIMINATED.

The second barely escaped, but not unscathed.

The crowd erupted.

“She turned that around!”

“That was a trap, she set that minutes ago!”

Obsidian_13 didn’t chase. She vanished into the terrain just as the clock ticked down.

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NYX eliminated another player with surgical precision.

Syntax wiped out one more in a brutal exchange.

The battlefield was thinning fast.

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Warning alarms blared.

Obsidian_13 re–emerged onto a final stable platform, her avatar battered but standing.

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The arena froze.

ROUND COMPLETE.

Silence followed, then chaos. Five avatars remained. They qualify for the next round.

The lights softened as the pods unlocked, granting players a short recovery window. Inside the arena, murmurs turned into debates. Followed by cheers and speculations.

“That was not the Obsidian_13 we know.”

“She was reckless–no, strategic.”

“Did you see how she adapted mid–game?”

The commentators were already dissecting footage.

“This aggression is new,” one said.

“Which raises questions.”

“Do you think pressure is changing her?”

“Or do you think she’s hiding something?”

In the VIP section, Dreston stood immediately. His movement didn’t go unnoticed.

Whispers followed him as he stepped away from his seat, heading toward the restricted player corridor.

Jeff Sandler watched him go.

Slowly. A knowing smirk curved his lips. So it is her.

The arena buzzed with anticipation as the next round loomed. Now the real game has just begun.

But one fact was clear now. Obsidian ___13 is a female.

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