The Crimson Game Chapter 2

The sudden announcement made me lose my balance and crash hard to the floor.

People died? Players? A game? What the hell kind of joke was this?

Despite my confusion, my near-dehydrated body couldn't support any coherent thought.

"Looks like I'm lucky enough to survive a bit longer."

Fifteen minutes later, that man wrapped in red dragged me out.

When I regained consciousness, I was sitting at a round table.

The table was massive—easily 150 feet in diameter.

The others reacted the same way I did.

Scanning the surroundings with terrified eyes.

"Dear players, hello. I'm Host K, the master of ceremonies for this game. First, congratulations on passing the first round. We've prepared a feast for you. After you eat, I'll announce the rules for round two."

WHOOSH—

Suddenly, rows of exquisite, mouth-watering dishes rose from beneath the table's surface.

Steaks fragrant with black pepper, ice-cold sodas, fresh fruit.

The people around the table couldn't wait any longer, reaching for the food.

Hunger and pain had suppressed us for too long.

My eyes locked onto a plate of pasta in front of me.

The aroma awakened every hunger pang in my body. After confirming the food was safe, I grabbed it and devoured it ravenously.