The commander entered the room with calm, deliberate steps, his eyes gleaming with a strange intensity. He stopped in front of me, observing my success, and said in a cold voice:

"Now onto something harder. Are you ready?"

I raised my head, filled with determination, and replied,

"Yes, I’m ready. Nothing will stand in my way."

A mysterious smile played on his lips as he motioned for me to follow him. He opened a door leading to another room, this one darker, more sinister. When I stepped inside, the sight before me was shocking. Real people hung by ropes, their bodies trembling in agony, their tear-filled eyes pleading for mercy.

I burst into hysterical laughter, as if the scene had awakened something dark within me:

"Hahahahahahahahaha! Who are these fools?"

The commander looked at me coldly and said,

"They are your targets. I don’t want you to kill them—just extract their kidneys… while they’re still alive."

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My expression froze for a moment as I stammered,

"Wait, what?"

The commander let out a heavy, chilling laugh, stepping closer as he said,

"Don’t you want to savor the blood? Just savor the act of extracting their organs… and their screams. They’re fools who lost the games, and this is their fate."

The commander left, his footsteps steady as he turned to me before closing the door and said with a mocking tone,

"I hope you succeed. Many couldn’t handle it."

I stood in the middle of the room, my gaze fixed on the hanging bodies. I began moving between them, dancing lightly, as if performing for an invisible audience. Raising an eyebrow, I said aloud,

"Where should I start?"

My eyes scanned the room until they landed on a man who looked to be in his forties. I walked toward him slowly, his eyes widening in terror. In a trembling voice, he said,

"I have kids… my wife is waiting for me."

I smirked coldly and replied,

"You’re the one who relied on luck and didn’t escape. Yes, dear reader, just a simple vote among the players to leave, and they returned again. Now… do you want me to show you mercy?"

I paused, pretending to think, then added with a playful tone,

"Alright, let’s play rock, paper, scissors. Agreed?"

He nodded, clinging to the last shred of hope. I made him play against the man hanging in front of him. "Come on, rock, paper, scissors!"

In sheer foolishness, the man chose "scissors," while his opponent chose "rock." I smiled, my voice dripping with mockery:

"Well then, let’s begin."

I grabbed the knife and stepped closer to him. He began screaming, struggling against his restraints, while I watched him with cold detachment. I plunged the knife into his side, precisely where the kidney was, his screams echoing through the room. Blood splattered in every direction, painting the floor in crimson.

I reached inside his body with my hand, pulling out his kidney slowly, a twisted smile on my face as I held the bleeding organ in my grasp. Looking at the lifeless body hanging before me, I smirked and said,

"We’ve succeeded with the first specimen."