The countdown reached zero, and the arena went nuts.
A reincarnator with flaming swords immediately attacked the person closest to him, a young woman who was only guilty of being too close when the fight started. Marina moved without thinking, and her frying pan hit the blow with a loud clang that echoed through the arena.
"Back off!" she screamed, and the Eternal Flame turned on, making the attacker back off because of the sudden heat.
Greg's thoughts were racing as he tried to figure out what was going on. There are two hundred and forty-seven reincarnators here, all brought here by the gods to play a death game where only one person survives.
The winner got to keep their world. It was as if everyone else had never been born.
The gods must have designed this kind of game. It's cruel and effective. By eliminating everyone else, they ensure that only the strongest champion emerges.
