Farewell

After the matches were over, the results were an overwhelming victory for Jack's team. The captain of the other team was the girl sitting behind, but she could do nothing due to half her team being dead now. Even if she challenged them and won one, she wasn't confident in beating all three. She was only accepting her defeat.

[Congratulations, team matches have ended.]

[S499 has made it to single battles. All members will be placed in a block for the single match.]

[You will be teleported in 04:59.]

The timer started running down. Jack sighed, feeling the mask that he had put on his face having gotten burned off. Leaving just his normal face armor and boots behind. He knew this was more or less a goodbye for Toki and Hana. He didn't care if they made it or not anymore; they weren't on good terms either way. They served their purpose and took him to the singles, a means to an end, or at least that's what he told the little jack; he didn't care if they lived or died. 

Meanwhile, Hana found herself at a crossroads, while she hated Jack for his attitude towards the death of Dustin. Leaving on a note like this, which would potentially be the last time they were talking, probably also means that this was the last time she saw him. She was happy, but then again, not really. She walked over to Toki, who was just healed up by Jack, as he walked away to let the two talk.

She told him not to trust others easily and to be more mindful of others. Toki had a good heart, but he was too much of an idiot to survive in the long run. But hey, he's survived so far; what's a bit more? He still listened to Hana's advice seriously; he wasn't the same toki he would have been a few hours ago. A lot of things had happened that took their toll on Toki's consciousness and mental state. He knew better than to be himself again. 

Hana might not have, but Jack did notice this as he sighed and ended up speaking even when he wasn't going to. "It wasn't your fault. Keep thinking like that and make Dustin feel guilty even after dying." 

Hana wanted to smack the shit out of Jack right now, but deep down she knew these were the words Toki needed to hear right now. Hana ended up not saying anything to Jack, and neither did he. But Toki did speak. He didn't say anything complex but made a simple request.

"Please don't die," he told both of them as he turned into white light particles and was teleported to Jack. Hana wanted to tell him they wouldn't, but they didn't get a chance. 

"Yeah, don't die," Hana said before she as well turned to white light particles being teleported to somewhere, and Jack was left. Before he knew it, he was teleported as well, turning into white light and going away, never to see his friends again, probably.

Soon, Jack found himself standing inside a room. It was much like the room his team had been in earlier, but there was no button in the middle. There was a giant symbol on the ground. Probably that was his block, as the announcement said. Before Jack had time to take a breather, another screen popped up.

[You have received the extra skill of greed.]

[will of greed]: "be a greedy jack." The skill allows the user to go past their limits and force their body to work in conditions it should be able to. As long as the user isn't technically dead, they can move and fight as much as they wish; however, the pain will only be up to ten times worse.

He was honestly surprised to see that skill. He could see how he had gotten the skill, but what surprised him more was the first line of the skill. That's what Grandpa told him... So did he receive this skill, or was it manifested? Or was it created just for him? He did not understand how this worked, but he just hoped it would be useful.

[The single matches will soon begin.]

His attention soon shifted to another screen as he prepared himself for the single matches, but honestly, he would like to get some rest first. 

[12 hours till the single matches begin]

[The single match will take place at a free-for-all. The last one standing will be declared the victor. Best of luck.]

"This is going to be messy," he said as he asked for a bed to rest before the match and threw himself on the bed, closing his eyes and not wanting to think about anything else.