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With seconds left, she snatched it from the monster's grasp—a blood-red prize. The Manor Lord's rage erupted in a storm of bone-shattering tendrils, but Lyra just vanished into the mist. Game over. Now, she beams at her rival, holding up the violently spinning comp@ss. A radiant, taunting smile spreads across her face as she giggles to the trapped horror: "Your comp@ss belongs to me now." Survival was the goal. Stealing from a god was the thrill. Dive into a world where victory tastes like stolen power and defiance smells like blood. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 She's from the Asylum [Welcome to Round 44 of Global Hide-and-Seek. Today's instance: Rose Manor.] [Participants for this round are in position. Players, take note — once the game begins, you'll have thirty minutes to hide.] [After thirty minutes, the Wraiths will enter the field and begin the hunt. Hunting window: three hours.] [If caught, you die.] [Your home nation will lose one region to a Wraith invasion.] [Survivors will receive rewards.] [Countdown begins now.] Lyra Vance froze. She glanced down at herself — still in the same hospital gown, white with blue stripes, slippers on her feet. Then she looked up at the crowd around her — every skin tone imaginable, jabbering in languages she couldn't understand, faces twisted with panic and despair. When the strange voice finished, a door appeared out of nowhere on the open ground, and everyone surged through it. What was going on? Lyra felt completely lost. ***** Draconia. Strategic Game Command Center. On the enormous screen, livestream feeds of every participant popped up at once. In the column marked 'Draconia,' a girl in a hospital gown stood at the instance entrance, glancing around, her hair a mess, a dazed look on her face. The chat exploded. WhenWillTheyDie: [We're done we're done we're done.] DontHitMe: [Who did we draw this time?! Lyra — a little girl?] DetailFreak: [Is she wearing
