"Who are you?" the soldier asked, heightening his guard and readying to draw his sword, yet maintaining his commanding presence.

"I am one of the players... I just... peed there," I said, attempting to lie my way out of the situation.

"Oh, so you're a player... Then you should go back to the party now," the soldier said, dismissing me.

"Party? Oh yes, the party!" I exclaimed, relieved that he seemed to believe me, though I wasn't sure what party he was referring to.

I followed him, feeling the intense stare of the dog that had just killed me moments before. I couldn't believe I had died at the hands of this creature. Even now, I could still feel my body tingling as if it had been torn to shreds.

The party was enormous, and as I stepped inside the grand building, I was met with a glamorous sight. Players filled the space, indulging in drinks, food, and revelry. The guard nodded at me, as if giving me permission to enter. Hungry and eager to join the festivities, I quickly made my way inside.

The food was truly delicious, and it had been so long since I had eaten such a delectable meal. I found myself indulging for hours, savoring every bite. But suddenly...

Quietness engulfed the whole place, and then from the second floor, a veranda or something similar within the grand building,

Someone is there, he is wearing a mask or something but he looks like someone important.

"Welcome, travelers from around the world," a voice echoed through the grand hall, commanding attention. "We have heard of your purpose for coming here, and we are willing to offer our assistance to help you strengthen and obtain what you need to achieve. Here, within these walls, you will find not just refuge, but also the resources and support necessary to fulfill your goals. Let us unite in this pursuit and forge bonds that will endure beyond this moment. Together, we shall overcome any obstacle and emerge victorious in our endeavors. Welcome to our Family, the Noble Family of Faircliff.

Then, with a clap of his hands, a signal of significance, a procession of maids emerged from the inner hall, each carrying a glass of wine or something similar. "Now, behold the wines beloved by the entire Regalia kingdom, a specialty of Paramountia!" The maids began distributing the wines to each of us, players. "Together, as one unified force, we will strive forward! Cheers!"

As everyone began to drink the wine, a sense of panic surged through me—I was still a minor! But seeing everyone else indulging, I felt pressured to join in. Frantically, I scanned the surroundings and spotted the glass of apple juice I had been drinking before. It looked identical to the wine. When nobody was looking, I swiftly exchanged the glasses and drank the juice, hoping no one would notice.

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The maids took back the wine glasses we had used, their actions feeling like an intense inspection, their stares seemingly penetrating each of us. Or perhaps it was just my nerves playing tricks on me. I tried to shake off the feeling, hoping it was just my imagination.

Oh well back to the Party Babe....!

The party continued into the night, and if we wished to rest, we were escorted to our rooms. The third floor boasted an extravagant array of spacious rooms, far beyond what I had imagined. It dawned on me then—this VIP treatment was my opportunity, my chance to pursue my dreams. Thankful for the opportunity, I felt a surge of determination coursing through me, thanking God for this unexpected blessing.

The next day, we gathered together in the field. Yesterday, I barely saw this field and I hadn't fully appreciated its size the previous night due to the darkness. But wow it's a big military course with a magic barrier around it, this is truly beautiful and amazing.

Training... that's our purpose here. I thought I was in decent shape from playing basketball, but the reality of the training hit me like a ton of bricks. Being the youngest and weakest among all the players, I found myself falling behind in everything—running, exercising, military courses, and much more.

Huff... huff... after hours of training, we're finally done. But that was just the warm-up, and time seems to be moving at a snail's pace. It's still early base on the movement of the sun, and I can already feel the exhaustion setting in.

We will have sparring matches, everyone seems energize and excited, but not me I am still exhausted and I don't have any powers! How can I survive this.

"Hello," a voice from the back...

"Hello, sir," I replied politely.

"I'm Charles," he offered his hand with a friendly smile.

"I'm Tonyo, or Tony for short."

"You seem to be the youngest here?"

"Ah, yes, sir... I was fortunate enough to join here."

"There's no luck in things like that... So, what's your power, Tony? Oh, by the way, you can call me bro."

"Um... sir... err... bro, I don't have powers."

"Hahahaha," he chuckled, giving me a friendly slap on the back. "If you don't want to share, that's perfectly fine."

"But I truly don't have..." My voice croaked as I beheld the colossal battle before me.

Each one has different powers: one possesses berserk-type skills, making aggressive moves, while the other has fast-paced assassin skills. Normally, a berserker would win in a close battle but what am I watching??

With lightning reflexes, the berserker lunged forward, swinging his massive weapon with brute force. The assassin, however, danced around him with grace, dodging each strike effortlessly. As the berserker's rage fueled his attacks, the assassin patiently waited for the perfect opening.

Suddenly, the berserker overextended himself, leaving a momentary vulnerability. Seizing the opportunity, the assassin swiftly closed the distance between them, delivering a series of precise strikes aimed at vital points. Despite the berserker's attempts to counter, he couldn't match the assassin's speed and precision.

In a final, decisive move, the assassin vanished into thin air, leaving the bewildered berserker swinging his weapon wildly in search of his elusive foe. When the dust settled, only the assassin remained, victorious in the deadly dance of shadows.

This is crazy!! If each players possessed such formidable powers how can I even survive at least one hit!