[Championship—1]

There was a note I wanted to mention, nothing more. Ashton yelled with a serious face and a cold voice, "In the tournament, killing is allowed, and now something happens if one of you dies or kills someone." Hearing Ashton's words, the children with weak skills were terrified, and I was among them, fear entering my heart. I may be an adult, but I fear death, not to mention that this new life should be better than the first, which was hellish.

Only the exceptional children carried calmness, though some of them feigned it. "Well, this is what I expected," I looked at Arthur, who was cool and uninterested in anything; The tournament was unimportant to him, as if he had won without it being declared. Well, this is not arrogance but fact; Arthur is superior, the best child among all the children here in every aspect.

Ashton gave the children some time to absorb the matter, the killing and dying. True, these children had seen many of their peers die before them, but this time they were the ones dying. After a while, Ashton also shouted coldly, "Silence! You've heard what I said, now I will announce the groups for the first round."

"The first group includes: Arthur, Evelyn, Ava... The eighth group: Leon, Galden, Ryota, Edward..." I heard my name in the eighth group, then I looked at Leon, Galden, and Ryota. True, the group included ten, and there were eight others besides these three, but they were the most terrifying within the group and the ones I had to beware of.

True, I do not know the rankings within the organization, but these three carried colder faces than the others, meaning they were not afraid of the tournament and had confidence in emerging from the group alive. Leon had blond hair and gray eyes like mine, while Galden was a massive child compared to the others, with blue hair and burning eyes, and while Ryota had black hair and small golden eyes.

And all their features were cold, well, not like Arthur, who resembled emotionalless killing machines. Apart from these three, a girl resembling Ryota caught my attention, she seemed to be his twin sister, and her name was Hinata, with black hair and small golden eyes, but unlike the cold Ryota, she showed some signs of worry.

After fifteen minutes, the group distribution ended, and the spirits began to prepare for the dance of survival, where every step could be the last.

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After that, a supervisor dressed in white, as were all the other supervisors, arrived. It was clear that there were designated supervisors for each group. When I looked at the beautiful supervisor, I felt a sense of strangeness, for I had not seen a woman in a very long time. In my previous life, there was only the girl who brought food and made me solve her school homework. But she had not yet reached twenty; the last time I saw her, she was eighteen. I had seen adult women only a few times, like my father's wife, who was in her twenties.

I only saw women on my way back home. I kept my gaze on the supervisor, not because she was beautiful, nor because she had a tempting body, but I looked at her with hatred. Well, she would never do anything to me because it was the first time we met, but I hate women. The only women I knew were two: the girl who brought the food and my father's wife, who were the cause of my suffering in my first life. Due to my lack of knowledge of other women, I had formed a bad view of women that I might not be able to change.

The supervisor noticed my look and glanced at me with surprise and cold features. I immediately turned my gaze away so she wouldn't see my hateful look. The supervisor didn't care about me and began to speak: "I will be the supervisor who will manage the challenges of your group." Hearing her words, I thought to myself: "Challenges, this means there is a set of challenges. That's good, especially if it depends on intelligence, then I will excel significantly."

"The challenges are three, consisting of the first challenge which is a game of chess, then the second challenge related to speed which is a race, and the third challenge is a fight that depends on strength and strategies." I frowned a little at the challenges; chess is okay, I'm somewhat good at it but not a professional by any means. Speed, I'm not fast at all. Strength, that's something not in my favor. I didn't know the level of the children in my group, so I might be able to win. I found some hope now.

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