74 3.7 Boarding

[Players, line up for boarding…]

[Players, line up for boarding…]

[Line up will be according to ranking…]

[Lowest ranking… F rank… Please line up before the doors and prepare for boarding…]

The system's mechanical voice echoed in the dome as the brightly lit orange F- rank was pushed and shoved to move ahead of the others, their white faces and trembling eyes staring at the grand doors to the dome with utter fear.

Thanh Van trailed close behind the group, the E-rankers next to board right after the F-rank did. Currently, his frown was no longer curious - it was outright pissed.

The system had agreed that they would hand out way harsher punishments for the lowest rank this round - so why was the measly F-rank still standing and more importantly, why were any of them still breathing?