The Crimson Game Chapter 18

Before we could adjust to the sight—

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ—

"What's that sound?" a player shouted.

Suddenly: WHOOSH—WHOOSH—WHOOSH—

Strange whistling sounds cut through the air.

I focused and shouted:

"Oh no!! Tank, girl, get down!"

As soon as I spoke, several bamboo spears grazed overhead and embedded themselves in the ground behind us.

Tank glanced back, his jaw dropping.

"Jake, if those things hit us, we're dead."

As he spoke, increasingly dense volleys of bamboo spears shot out, their killing power terrifying.

After we three quickly formed a triangle formation, I suddenly noticed the attack speed and quantity were visibly decreasing.

I squinted, looking deeper into the bamboo forest.

There was a flickering light there.

"Tank, girl. Let's check up ahead."

"Jake! Are we suicidal?"

"Stop whining. Trust me. If we don't pass this round, we're all dead anyway!"

Seeing us three move toward the forest depths, the other players gritted their teeth and followed.

Hidden in our blind spot, the bald man's eyes fixed on Tank's back with dark intent.

Continuous waves of bamboo spears shot toward us, growing fiercer.

Two players screamed as bamboo spears ruthlessly pierced their chests, pinning them to the ground.

The closer we got, the clearer the light source in the forest depths became.

The girl cried out: "Look there!"

I looked up. On a stone table deep in the bamboo forest, four glowing orbs flickered in and out of view.

We instantly understood—reach the depths, grab the orbs, win the final game.

Behind us, the bald man's expression changed. He used his shoulder to violently shove a nearby female player.

She stumbled, and in her unsteady moment, a bamboo spear shot through her calf.

"AAH!"

The female player collapsed, clutching her leg.

Tank was at the rear. Hearing the scream, he turned around, only to see the bald man lunging at him.

He immediately tried to dodge, but the man clung to him like a parasite, diving forward and grabbing Tank's leg.

Tank was beyond annoyed by this bald bastard, preparing to kick him off.

But as he turned, a bamboo spear pierced through Tank's thigh.

Tank grunted, cold sweat streaming down his face.

Blood gushed out like a fountain—clearly it had hit an artery.

The bald man was delighted. "Not so tough now, are you? Once I take you out, no one in this team can beat me."

But then: "AAAAH!" The bald man's pig-like screams echoed through the blood-red bamboo forest.

His entire body below the head had been pierced by countless bamboo spears, like a bloody porcupine.

The bald man spat blood twice and died.

Tank sat on the ground, one hand covering his thigh, the other covering his mouth as he retched violently.

Behind them, the girl's lips curved up in an imperceptible smile.

I rubbed my eyes. When I opened them again, the girl had returned to her usual pitiful appearance.