Karlos' group consists of 29 people in total and if Karlos himself is included, the group reaches a total of 30 people as a whole. They have several features to all of them.

Not only are they most surely individuals who are unfamiliar with logic and reasoning but they abide the law of physical strength. In other words---the more physically stronger you are, the more you are recognized in this group of 30 people. If someone is not even remotely physically strong, then to all of them, that someone should not matter at all. They also have no problems in utilizing physical violence to get what they want. However, since they were previously co-aligned with the multitude of the other students, they held themselves back.

Yet, as their elevator takes them to the third section, given that the width of the elevator is fairly large, they are holding mock fights, despite the task at hand. Having tremendous experience in martial arts, they didn't show reluctance towards one another. The elevator didn't tremble, however, even though that Karlos and his crew are partaking in a dangerous event like this.

"Take that!"

Delivering a blow to the liver, Karlos' opponent coughed up blood from his mouth weakly. But, Karlos didn't stop there, as he took ahold of his opponent's backside of the head with his two hands and pulverized a crushing knee strike onto his skull.

Needless to say that his opponent couldn't fight back. Nonetheless, Karlos didn't knock him out as that was simply a mocking battle and as such, he helped his opponent get up, while in the middle of the elevator.

"I am the winner!! I'm just too good, aren't I?!"

"There's no beating you, damn it!"

Frustrated, his opponent threw a tantrum. However, Karlos was far more absorbed into the fact that when it comes to physical strength or fights in general that he was the absolute winner. Nevertheless, he knew that Ryousuke Kawahara had put him down with just a strong shoulder hold.

But he didn't tell that to his members, so they had no idea that Ryousuke Kawahara had in fact beaten him, from a certain perspective. As such, he was able to maintain a strong and proud---perhaps over the top---type of stance towards his members.

"I'm just too damn talented! There's no beating me."

Most of his members stopped and glanced upon Karlos for a while as he was being serious whilst declaring physical omnipotence. Mildly scared, they were all glad that the fighting was done as the elevator had finally stopped its tracks. Karlos stood at the very entrance of the elevator as he eagerly awaited what lied beyond.

To himself he thought how absurd it was for everyone back then to be nervous at the content of the sections while there was nothing to fear at all. Of course, though he didn't admit it to himself, Karlos was actually afraid of what it could be inside the sections yet as he glanced at the scenery outside, he saw nothing to be afraid of.

A dying desert mixed with translucent water lied outside as it surrounded several oil rigs aligned in a specific direction. Although not blazing, the primordial sun above resembled the ball of judgment from a time in the afternoon. Not many winds passed through but it wasn't, however, extremely hot. It was almost balanced, except it was slightly hotter than usual. Surface-wise; this might be considered a vast sandsea but it undoubtedly has small hills to the right/east side as they connect to other vicinities yet the surface would be submerged with sand amidst calm lukewarm water.

Not the type of water that would make someone have a glacial sentiment upon touching with its toes---the type of water that is gentle and embracing; ever so rare to witness normally.

At the hands of savages, however, these beautiful qualities would become rapidly tarnished without a second thought. Karlos and the others didn't hesitate to disturb the swift flow of the water in the sandsea as they started to splash and mold their footsteps.

"Wooohoooooo!!!"

"Oh hell yeah!! The water over there gets even deeper!"

"Imma take a dive then!"

Frankly, they didn't really care about the task at hand which was to find a place to insert the component back in its place. Not only did they lack awareness but they lacked responsibility and as such, the thirty of them started to strip their clothes and began to drift down in northwest direction from the elevator's perspective---where the water gradually grows deeper---and indulged in the relaxing tide.

About ten minutes had gone by then, as they all took a bath for the first time in a while. They rejoiced greatly as the water offered a healing factor to their bodies while in reality that was just the natural reaction.

Time there didn't seem to change, but Karlos and no one else noticed that. None of them were normally self-aware about the atmosphere that they were in. They didn't even question to themselves why there is an afternoon sun when they went onto the inside of the temple while in the morning. A sandsea---arguably impossible to exist yet there's a slight chance that somewhere within the planet that they are all greatly familiar with, there is a sandsea.

While taking a massive dive in the majestic luscious water, only did Karlos realize that they were wasting time and as such, he nervously erupted back to the water's surface and called out to everyone around him in an abrasive voice tone.

"Wait, we are wasting time, guys! We have to get the stupid component in its place!"

"I totally forgot!"

"Ah, you're right!"

As they then got out of the deeper parts of the sandsea, did they put their clothes on---though now soaked---and looked for a way to place the component, which was the glider and the remote. It didn't occur to Karlos what he could do with the glider whatsoever through the remote.

Although the way to the area where the component had to be successfully input wasn't obvious at first, Karlos and his crew took about twenty or so minutes to find out just the way that wasn't surrounded by rocky cliffs amidst the sandsea. On the furthest side of the northeast, in an area with a ravine entrance, they found their way in.

So far, there weren't any obstacles and Karlos didn't think that there would be any sort of obstacles. As far as he and his crew were concerned, all that had to be done was to go straight into a particular section and insert the component in it. The ultimate obstacle would be to find the area and nothing else.

However, Karlos wasn't intelligent to the point of figuring out such a simple thing. To him, whatever came his way; came his way.

By crossing the ravine with a tremendously thin width, aside from their usual comments, they came across a tower that was slightly separated from them. Naturally, a bridge enabled their connection to the tower. Though, this sort of bridge wasn't the same as before.

Karlos had no way of knowing that, regardless. For him, this mechanical bridge that opened itself and extended towards the entrance of the tower on the north side was something that was incorporated in the atmosphere. Furthermore, the bridge had a supreme velocity when it came to reaching out to the other side. It didn't take longer than three seconds for the bridge to connect completely.

But of course, this was natural for Karlos.

What happens around Karlos could be described as "natural". This individual only interprets what happens around him as something that's there because it's there. Him being stronger than his peers is only natural to him. In a way, his success isn't justified by any depth or profound logical foundation---but simply because it's natural to him.

He classifies himself as a natural, therefore.

After crossing the bridge with his crew, he was met with a locked door and a password entry object on the right side.

"....Uhhhh...."

"Karlos?"

His crew members were in doubt, as they thought that Karlos knew the password that had to be inserted. Truth to be told, Karlos was present in the moment where Ryousuke Kawahara told everyone out loud the important sentence.

"Ten words will light the way for the ultimate path!"

No one would have forgotten this sentence as it indirectly referenced the passwords in order. Yet Karlos group as a whole had not paid any attention to that, unbelievably. Especially Karlos, who could not remember the time where Ryousuke Kawahara had mentioned the password of this section.

Ryousuke Kawahara had not specifically or directly said to Karlos that the password here is "Will". But, to Karlos, who was nervously sweating, it didn't matter whether or not he knew the correct password. He thought to himself that deep down he already knew the password and as such, he spoke to his crew.

"This will be a wrap! WATCH!"

In reality, he knew not what to insert, but he tried a password anyways. Of course, his password attempt was "Password".

A rejecting sound came forth as Karlos wrongfully input the password. This made Karlos sweat even more nervously as this wasn't within his expectations. In addition to that, the screen below presented a message that said that Karlos only had two more attempts.

Nothing was more terrifying to Karlos than losing the respect of those around him, especially the bunch that he found himself recognized amongst. Therefore, as the rest acknowledged his failure, Karlos turned around and attempted to justify his failure.

"T-That was just a warm up! Just testing ya!"

Adjusting his posture, he ignored the side comments and tried to think and think. However, he was never successful in thinking too deeply. Karlos continuously experienced brain fog as his thoughts are disorganized. He is unfamiliar with thinking as a whole and so---whenever he thinks, he can't ever get somewhere on his own.

Since this is the third section, however, Karlos tried to type "Three" and the result was...

Negative.

"What!"

Karlos was separated in-between looking at his doubtful members and the fact that there was only one more attempt left. Yet, he knew that he couldn't rely on others; otherwise he wouldn't be truly acknowledged.

As an act of impulse, Karlos did the reckless decision of inserting yet another password before anyone could comment on his failure. The password this time around was: "Island". Undoubtely, he wasn't going to get there whatsoever. Not only was that the incorrect password, but none of his members had actual faith in him anymore as they nervously watched Karlos insert that password.

Furthermore, something that they don't know is that upon failing all the attempts, the door connected with the device that has the password input entry will no longer function. By that logic, this would be the stop of their tracks.

Against all odds regardless, what happened greatly boosted the morale of Karlos' group as a whole and Karlos as well, as he made a victory jump.

"Fuck yeah! I knew that I had it in me! I told you, I'm too damn talented!"

"Holy shit, man! I was wrong in doubting you!"

"I told you, you never doubt me!"

Happy that he got the positive result, Karlos confronted all the non-believers and managed to regain his respect back---even going to the point of clashing his fist onto his chest to show a prideful stance.

What had happened was the following: As Karlos inserted the password of "Island", the door opened and like that, the entrance to the tower was now open. Karlos, in his mind, took this result as a sign of his own genius. That what had happened was natural---it was meant to happen. There was no other way around it.

Despite him not knowing the correct password, he already assumed that the correct password was in fact "Island". They also didn't think that there was something wrong with that because Karlos is the group leader and it's his obligation to lead them into the correct path. Ergo; the password was factually the correct one.

Now that the door was open, what they would come across was the inside of the tower that they would soon be familiar with. Although not dark, it wasn't completely illuminated as well. This tower is divided by three areas in general. The bottom part which contains a crescent dual stairway path to the top of the area that lead to the outside on the north side. As for the second area, which can be conditionally accessible through a variety of methods, it's the control room in the shape of a skull to the outside. Regarding the third area, the very top of the tower, there lied a rooftop where one could gaze at whatever happens in the vast sandsea.

Multiple objects like iron bars, wooden ropes, broken bottles, and burnt logs remained on the bottom of the area. But, as far as they were concerned, that did not matter. What mattered was figuring out a place to put the component in.

"Does anyone see a place to put the damn component in?!"

Karlos asked around but no positive answer came forth. There truly wasn't a place to put the component in, and so, the answer that was to be assumed was that they had to climb up. It didn't matter which one of the dual stairways they took---their ultimate destination was without a doubt the top of the first area of this tower.

However, their way to the outside wasn't that simple as it required a password entry---yet again.

In front of his crew members, Karlos flashed a smirk. Furthermore, he even went as far as relaxing his shoulders---shifting from his left and right shoulder consecutively. And, of course, he couldn't resist throwing an over the top type of speech to his crew members.

"This time, at the first try! No more fooling around!!"

His confidence skyrocketed as his crew members erupted in an emotional cheer by repeating one particular small sentence out loud from both of the stairways' sides.

"FIRST TRY! FIRST TRY! FIRST TRY!"

He already knew the password as it is "Island" and as such, there is no doubt here. Karlos showed zero reluctance in performing the movement as he knew from back to back the positive answer.

"........What.....!!!"

His eyes boggled as he covered the computer with his entire body so his crew couldn't see the disaster. Once again, Karlos had become a gigantic sweat mountain. With a ragged breath, Karlos attempted to figure out why the password "Island" had not worked and why there was yet again a message saying that he had two more attempts.

"Karlos?"

"Hey, is everything alright, man!?"

"You got it, didn't you?!"

Confused and indecisive, Karlos was once again stuck between looking at his hopeful crew members and the disaster of a failure in front of him. In order to not sound completely nervous and lost, he corrected his posture and dispelled all doubt.

"Of course I did! It's just slow for no reason!"

More than usual, Karlos would lie in order to justify his failures as he deep down believed that he would always be successful. Such delusion didn't allow him to think about the negative perspective. So, in the midst of this, Karlos inserted one of the previous passwords he had inputted.

The password was "Three".

His jaw fell off as another failure came to his vision and the alarming rejection sound made him mash his fist into the computer, although given the metallic resistance of the computer's surface; it had no effect.

"DAMN IT! WHY IS IT SO SLOW?!?!"

Continuing with his lies, Karlos once again made his comrades think that the password entry device was simply being slow while in reality there was only one more attempt to go and as such, Karlos had no choice but to insert the other password that he knew. Realistically, he had no idea whether or not it would work. The last password being: "Password"---was the password that Karlos put his faith in as he firmly believed that only something that he knew would be the truly correct positive answer here and that there was no other way.

His confidence gradually grew stronger after it had drastically fell down from almost two failures, but he had done it.

"At last! Now we can cross the damn platform!"

It was as Karlos had just said, eagerly. The open door that had automatically slid in to the right side allowed all of them to hop on the platform with a linear path to the upcoming oil rig. Something particularly notable about the oil rig is that the linear path would lead to the entrance of it. Yet, the entrance had something that the other entrances did not have. That being: a password entry device. The door was outright open and anyone could come across it.

Given that Karlos was simply too stressed out from all the unnecessary commotion that the password entry devices had put him through, he decided that the upcoming section would be decisive. And as such, he openly declared that.

"You guys, that's it! That's the place, let's go!"

"Let's goooo!!"

"Let's get going, slugs!"

Pumped up, every single one of them started to run through the wide linear path that didn't have any sort of protection when it came to a possible ceiling. It did, however, have collateral areas that impeded someone from straight up falling down in the case that they would be too close to the edge. A roofless bridge, therefore.

The purpose for their run to the other side, which was a grand fifty meters in terms of distance, was that they enjoy being physically competitive. By marking the entrance of the upcoming circular silver oil rig, they decided to compete to see who was the fastest.

A fifty-meter distance relay race was therefore underway. It went without saying that this sort of race would be done in less than ten seconds, for sure. On the leading side, Karlos along with seven others were on the very top and close to winning, but Karlos with his abnormal sprint swiftly managed to be on the winner's side as he closed his distance. On the other hand, from behind him, a close number of fifteen people lagged behind. Though they tried, they couldn't keep up with the other eight in front of them.

Regarding the remaining slower members who were on the beginning area almost, they amounted to a number of seven people. Undeniably far sluggish when it came to overall speed, they would be the losers of this race.

Midst the race, however, those seven people would be put out of the race partially.

Only upon reaching the end goal and attempting to raise his hands up in the air, did Karlos and the other remaining members start to hear sudden gunshots coming from behind, as they witnessed the slower seven members being shot in the back, one by one.

"What the----!!!"

"Who the fuck is that?!"

"Wait, what's going on?! Huh?!"

They were confused, but Karlos was even more confused.

An individual that they had no recognition of emerged from within the tower that they were just in a few seconds ago. Furthermore, the individual was killing Karlos' group members, one by one, from behind. It didn't matter whether or not they could react in time, they would all be met with bullets on their heads. In addition to that, he made sure to throw the bodies to the bottom of the pit that lied below the bridge.

Seven members were gone as the remaining ones started to run inside the oil rig as it was the only way to avoid confrontation with the individual that was killing the rest, one by one.

"Shit, what the fuck is this?! Nobody told me about this!"

"Dude, who cares, just run for your life!!!"

With 23 members remaining in the group, they entered the vicinity of the oil rig, which had yet again two dual stairway paths; but this time around, they had to be descended to---not the other way around.

Karlos, on the frontal side, ran for his life with a fear that he had never felt before as he realized that his life was in mortal danger. He didn't particularly care for his remaining crew members; he only cared about his safety, henceforth how he led the rest to the area below through the right-way descending path.

"Ah shit, shit, shit!! Who the fuck was that?! What does he want from us?!"

Fast, Karlos took one degree at a time while also looking back at the top entrance to see if the figure would emerge from within. In Karlos' mind, at any minute now, the figure would emerge from the top and would start raining bullets on all of them.

Karlos was therefore not safe.

"AHHH, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?"

"Dude, shut the fuck up! You're making me nervous! Goddamn it!"

"We're all gonna die, aren't we?!"

Upon hearing those complaints, Karlos lashed out with a tremendous vocal force as he saw their emotional reactions as a nuisance. He stopped briefly in almost the end of the stairway case before he could do such an action however.

"You useless sacks of shit, why don't you all just try and stall him?!"

Not only was that a very poor choice of words, but it caused a revolt amongst the members.

"Are you crazy?! We would all die!"

"That's right! You're so dumb, dude! Fucking get the password right this time, because I know you have been failing them!"

As the member had implied, there is yet another password entry device near the door that is locked on the very bottom of this oil rig. The structure of this oil rig resembles the previous tower quite a lot, with all things considered. Furthermore, they were in fact aware that Karlos had failed multiple times when it came to deciphering the passwords.

However nervously, Karlos didn't waste any time and ignored all the criticism towards his hypocrisy. By going to the bottom of the area, on the east side of the structure, on the right side of the door lied the device within.

Fastly, Karlos put the password of "Island" as that was the successful route for him firstly. Nonetheless, that was the wrong password and it was recognized as a negative signal through the alarming rejecting sound from within the computer.

"Are you fucking kidding me, you stupid retard!?"

"Get it right, I'm telling you! Man, fuck this shit, move it!"

Attempting to take over, one of the members didn't care about the physical difference between him and Karlos and tried to put himself in front of the computer. However, Karlos, nervous and very emotional at that moment, wasn't taking well the amount of negative criticism that was going to him, so, to that member, he delivered a brutal punch in the nose---deep-diving his teeth along the way as he flew for about ten meters in the air.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! I'm the leader here!! I know the right password, damn it! Just watch, you useless fucks!"

Karlos was entirely convinced that one of the three passwords that he inserted previously would work, without a doubt. As a matter of fact, it had been proven throughout the time that Karlos had been here that that was the case.

Someone with intelligence would notice the pattern here. If the first password that had to be inserted was "Island" and if the second one to work was "Password", then the third one would be the remaining one: "Three". However, not only was Karlos in an extremely emotional state of mind, he would also never reach that simple conclusion. Regardless of that, he had to try all of them.

"Is he coming down?!"

"I don't fucking know, but I'm not getting close to him, oh fuck no!"

While the remaining members continuously kept watching the top side to see if the individual would come down, Karlos inserted the password: "Password", and much to his surprise, he failed. However, he also knew that if that was the case that there could only be one option left.

"This is it! Watch it, I'm about to save all of you!"

"Hurry up then!"

"Fucking do it! There's a psychopath after us!"

They were all hogging Karlos as he inserted the last password that he knew. Furthermore, that was the last attempt that he could make, but it wouldn't take a fool to realize that if the pattern was followed that he wouldn't have a chance at failing here. It was simply highly unlikely.

Yet a rejecting sound came forth as the password entry device automatically went underground; to everyone's horror.

"What! What! Whaaat?! What the fuck?!"

The very first one to panick was Karlos as he thought that for sure that he would be successful.

Next, his crew members started to shake his body in discontent.

"What the hell are you doing, man?!"

"Oh shit, we are all fucking dead!"

"We can't exit the area, otherwise, he kills us! What are we gonna do?!"

Entering a total state of meltdown, every single one of them started to place their hands on their heads while jumping around like nervous lunatics. Some started to cry as their way out was visible at the top but they knew that the individual at the top would soon be in this area.

In that hopeless situation, nobody could rationalize anything logical and only severely emotional comments were made as Karlos couldn't figure out why the device had vanished like that. As such, he started to utilize physical strikes as he came to a very controversial conclusion.

"Bring the door down, bitches! Who the fuck cares if the device vanished, huh?!"

According to Karlos' reasoning, what he implied, in theory, wasn't that dumb. They are 23 as a whole and as such, their physical might is to be reckoned with. Any normal average door would undoubtedly fall down with a collective push or after having multiple techniques applied onto it.

"That's a good idea! Guys, let's go!"

"It's all or nothing, let's do it!"

"LET'S GO!!!"

From all direction, the 23 of them somehow managed to all place their hands onto the door's surface and tried to push the door forward. But, it didn't work. Then, they tried to punch the door to see if it moved. However, it did not.

It then varied from kicks and martial arts techniques. Yet, no matter what they tried, the door would not move whatsoever. This only contributed to their frustration as their physical resistance began to decrease. Not only that, but they were constantly busy gazing upon the top of the tower to see if the individual would come down.

Acknowledging that they had failed, they all gathered their breaths in paranoia, as Karlos spoke out.

"Fucking damn it...!!! If he didn't have a gun, then I would kill him, I fucking swear!!"

Karlos was utterly confident that in a physical fight, he would demolish the individual, hands-down. Nevertheless, he isn't dumb to the point of not recognizing the fact that the individual is carrying a gun. Martials arts are practically ineffective against a flying bullet coming straight at you with a speed beyond your reaction timing. Fighting the individual head-on was not an option.

Amidst this, however, none of them seemed to notice something strange. They were so paranoid and full of fear as they hid in the vicinity below the right stairway case just to see if the individual would come down, that it had completely missed their minds.

The totality of 23 members were all hiding in the dark in hope that the individual would not capture them.

Until, one of them decided to speak out...

"Hold on... He is coming---right...?!"

Their core assumption was that he was coming. After all, they already had concluded that the individual---although unbeknownst how----had ambushed them from behind and started to kill the other seven. So, it would only make sense for him to continue moving forward.

But, as far as they knew, the individual was not at sight in the top area. In addition to that, no gunshots were heard. In other words; where is he?

"He's right..."

"Yeah, what the hell...?! Did he run out of bullets...?"

"It could be..."

While the rest of them were theorizing that, Karlos subconsciously acknowledged his inner mental inferiority and talked to the individual that had called them out firstly. Though muscular like the rest, unlike Karlos, he had a far superior intellect.

His name was Monu. A very tall boy with medium-length dark blonde hair that has a very shredded build like the rest of them yet his appealing factor currently was his intelligence.

"Hey, dude...!! You have a plan, right...?!"

Already desperate, Karlos demanded a plan right away without having a plan on his own. Karlos wouldn't admit that he is mentally inferior, but the fact that he asked Monu if he had a plan, clearly implied that.

No one was expecting Monu to have a plan, but he spoke his thoughts rather fast actually while trying to keep his voice down, as he came closer to Karlos and the rest----below the stairway case.

"There's no other choice but to surprise attack him... We have to get in-between the corners where he has no vision... And then strike him!"

"Ohhh!!"

"That's a nice one!"

"I should've thought of that!"

The oil rig is covered on the outside with a bright silver yet it contains no windows whatsoever. Therefore, it's impossible for someone to see what's going on inside the rig just by looking at the rig from the outside. By capitilizing on that factor, Monu theorized that they could take advantage of that by meeting up with the individual and then ambush him.

"I propose a small division... Two groups, actually. One will be on the right side of the other stairway while the other will be on the left side. The left side group will be in charge of striking him down, while the right side group will be in charge of trying to find him... But remember, always cover yourself through the blind spots so he can't spot you!"

"Alright, let's do it!"

"Fuck yeah...!!! Let's end the bastard's life!"

Karlos and his members continuously agreed immediately. This isn't a very normal reaction because a normal human being would recognize the danger in this task, but to Karlos and the others, what they recognized was the opportunity to gangbang the individual.

It didn't matter whether or not they were shot in the process because their brains had not acknowledged that possibility. In other words, their tenacity was to be feared greatly.

They didn't really notice something which was the fact that a division between 23 members wasn't exactly possible, but what ultimately happened was that Karlos formed a group with people that wanted to gangbang the individual, thus containing 12 members. Meanwhile, Monu's group would contain 11 members; thus 23 members in total separated in two groups.

On the left stairway, Monu's group would take the top as they slowly climbed their way to the top while being adjoined to the wall at all times. Meanwhile, on the right side, with a taken aback type of stance, Karlos' group would await for Monu's signal as his group would see whether or not it was safe to walk in outside. Worst case scenario, Karlos' group would sprint and strike the individual down.

One step at the time, with Monu on the front side, nervously, he attempted to spot the right angle of the top entrance with his vision, from his perspective as well. Yet all he could see was the other oil rigs from afar---the afternoon sky alongside the tired sun----and no one was there on that angle. There are no other ways except the linear path to the initial tower, so it was safe to say that the entrance's right side---from Monu's perspective---was clear.

To Karlos from afar, he spoke as low as he could but also not too low so he could listen well.

"He's not there...!! We're gonna check the other side now..."

Undoubtely, the entrance was a bit wide, but it would greatly decrease in width once the linear path would enter the picture. Fortunately for Monu and his group, the other side of the entrance was not occupied by the individual. Moreso, the entire linear path didn't have the individual at sight as well. In other words, so far---so good.

With a positive signal, Monu motioned Karlos' group to climb up.

"Holy fuck, he's really not here..."

"And the others are gone as well....!!!"

They had not noticed that the individual had in fact thrown the other now-dead members' bodies to the pit below, so they were slightly enraged.

"He's down there without a doubt..."

"What the hell are we gonna do about that, Monu?!"

Desperate, Karlos once again pleaded to Monu easily. However, to Monu, this would be the hard part because they would now be exposed. Realistically, any of them could die the moment they came closer and closer to the top entrance of the tower. Nonetheless, the entrance's door has a wider width in comparison to the linear path and Monu noticed that.

"We will take the paths on the edges and hide our bodies there... He can't notice that we are here if we don't allow him to glance at us! Continue with the same formation, this will work!"

His theory was wrong, but it didn't matter as they were successful regardless. Monu didn't take into consideration that from someone's perspective, their bodies would be visible from afar regardless and that their bodies would only remain hidden on the bridge's edges only once they are closer to the entrance. In other words, their success could've entirely failed.

As they went to the edges, Mono and his group members would nervously kneel down and sneak through the door's hollow spots to see if there was someone on the right side, yet, there was not. As for Karlos and his group, they also spotted no one on the left side of the area, neither on top of the stairways. Like that, the top area of the initial tower had no one in it, officially.

All that was left to check was the bottom area or if there was someone in the middle of the stairway case.

Breathing very heavily, Monu issued the path of action while still hiding on the left edge of the bridge, as he looked at Karlos.

"We should all crawl to the edge of the area in-between the dual stairways and see if we can spot him... Should we spot him, we immediately back off...!! Did I make myself clear...!?"

In a nervous and disorganized symphony, Monu's point was far clearer than anything that Karlos had done thus far. If one had to say---everything was riding on the plan of Monu and not Karlos whatsoever.

Deep down, as Karlos nervously looked at the ground, he already knew that no one respected him. His lack of leadership was quickly exposed and his deceitful lies would no longer work. At that time, Karlos felt that he had to do something in order to stay relevant but he also knew that his survival was his top priority.

It wouldn't be an understatement to say that Karlos had gone down the hill in terms of respect, as everyone placed their faith on Monu instead.

"I don't see anything on the left side..."

One of Monu's group members would nervously lift his head to check if the individual was in the left stairway yet what he found was no one there.

"No one here either..."

With the right side clear as well, Monu would subsequently give the good news, while all of the 23 members remained on the ground in order to be as stealthy as possible.

"There's no one there on the ground....!!!! Holy shit, run!"

"Run for the elevator!"

"It's now or never! The guy must've left!"

Now with an end goal in mind, Monu declared that they had to run for the elevator as that was the only way for them to escape the cold-blooded killer. Staying in the area was no longer an option and the elevator was arguably the best option as nothing else could benefit them more than an escape route.

Already having acknowledged that the individual was not within the area, they all started to sprint down below as fast as they could. One by one, they overtook each other brutally, even going as far as pushing each other off the edges. All that mattered was making out of the area all the way to the elevator.

"Out of the way, sloth!"

"I'm making out alive, damn it!"

Without any sort of coordenation, they all were all going to the bridge that would connect to the ravine which would as well connect to the sandsea.

On the very bottom of the area, as they witnessed no one there---not a single sight of the individual, they decided to move forward with the bridge as their goal. By ultimately making their way successfully to the sandsea, they knew they could take the elevator.

These individuals may not be the smartest, but it's not as if there's any other choice. Not only were they locked away from moving forward, but they now have to go back. So, as long as they keep a keen eye for anyone who could hinder their progress, they should be fine.

That's why, as the great number of 23 people crossed that mechanical bridge that automatically extended itself to the other side, they believed in their success----not as a unity, but as individuals themselves.

However, as the first individual---Karlos---reached the middle of the bridge, something unexpected began to happen.

The bridge is divided in ten parts that mechanically connect the entire bridge to the ravine's entrance. As such, Karlos was already on the fifth part. Yet suddenly, as Karlos reached the fifth part, the first part of the bridge rapidly adjoined itself to the second part of the bridge---thus, anything or anyone that was present in the area of the first part will fall down on the pit below that contains not only beyond starved animals cautiously awaiting for their prey to fall down or worse yet, the extremely elevated spiky corners of rocks that will immediately kill anyone that falls on top of them.

With that in mind---five people had their torsos pierced by suddenly falling on top of the sharp rocky spikes of the abysmal pit below, without any sort of warning. Furthermore, two other people managed to not be met with such fate, but they instead, fell down to the dark pit below where hyenas savagely began to devour their already-dead bodies from the deadly impact due to the collission.

The only thing that managed to catch Karlos and Monu's attention as they quickly took a note of the fact that they had just lost seven of their members were their screams as they fell down.

"What was that?!"

"Did they just----"

They attempted to process what had just happened, but while that was happening, they witnessed their numbers which is now 16, decrease to 12 very quickly, as the second part of the bridge became adjoined with the third one without delay.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"SAVE ME!!!"

Monu, as he quickly witnessed the terror of his acquaintances, came to the quick conclusion that they had fallen into a deadly trap and that the only way out to safety was to continue to cross the bridge---as such, he didn't hesitate to spell something heartless to Karlos.

"Karlos, we have to go!!! This is a trap and it's gonna kill us all! RUN!!"

"Shit!"

Without turning back, the screams of their comrades started to become louder and louder, as Karlos advanced to the eight part, collectively along with Monu and two other members. However, there were now only five parts remaining in total and as such, they had to continue to run faster and faster.

Full of terror, the four remaining members did not turn their backs, but two of them started to lag behind and so---out of despair, they started to cling onto Karlos---Monu included.

"I'm not gonna make it man!"

"Save me!! I don't want to die!"

"Come on, Karlos, do it!!!"

Yet Karlos deep down knew that he was not going to make it. A physical instinct that his brain is very familiar with told him that his physical strength would become severely hindered if he were to carry that huge physical burden.

Karlos, is not a logical person, by any means necessary. He is a person that will always prioritize emotions above any sort of logical foundation at any given moment. Very human---in a sense. That's why, out of sheer fear, he threw Monu and the other two members down the bridge so he could safely make it to the ravine's entrance as the bridge stopped adjoining itself after the tenth part.

"Karlos, you son of a bitch!!"

"How fucking could you!? BASTARD!!!!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AHHHHHHH!!!"

Their screams brought forth a terror deep within Karlos as he witnessed no one by his side on the remaining part of the ravine. All of his group had perished so quickly in such a quick spawn of time that he started to wonder if any of this was real, as he kneeled down on the rocky ground.

He didn't cry, but he screamed his lungs out as he felt emotionally guilty for what had just happened and for what he had just done.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! NO, NOT LIKE THIS!!! WHYYYYY!?!?!?"

Over and over, utilizing his brutal strength, he punched the ground while breathing tremendously heavy----allowing his emotional anxiety to take over. Yet, out of pure narcissism, his grief was quickly removed once he realized that he could just go to the elevator and escape.

"That's right----It's not my fault.... It's that guy's fault...!!"

Instead of taking the blame for the companions that he had thrown off the bridge, he blamed the individual that went around killing everyone earlier.

Coincidentally, as Karlos started to lose his mind, from the top of the ravine, as he watched Karlos enter that state of mind, he couldn't help but speak out loud his thoughts---no longer caring if he was spotted or not.

"This is boring... This pattern always results in the same outcome. I set-up and set-up, they come and I manipulate their beliefs by utilizing the control panel---then I kill a few, again and again---manipulate how they think and then ultimately the one that has the component becomes my victim. The final touch is fake mercy, but... As I've said, this is boring. I can't repeat the same pattern over and over throughout the remaining sections, can I....?"

In pure disbelief, Karlos lifted his head in northwest direction, where the sun is located as well, as he encountered the individual that had brought forth the initial demise. While twenty meters up in the ravine's edge, he looked down on Karlos midst his soliloquy.

By all means, Daniel was practicing the act of soliloquy as he kept on talking without even talking to Karlos.

"This is harder than I thought. I hate being predictable and even though none of you know that I am going after you, that doesn't mean that I have to put myself through the same boring repetition of events. It's hardly pleasing."

Daniel snapped his fingers then.

"Alright, I'll alter the pattern then. I was thinking of maybe taking a more direct approach---but not in a completely obvious way. Regarding the fake mercy act---maybe it would be better if it was actual mercy, for a while. Plus, I'm always utilizing the fake mercy method because I know that the person wants to escape, right? But what if... the person doesn't want to escape? So much for that, right? Right? Hey, I'm talking to you."

Putting a stop to his soliloquy, Daniel finally directed his attention to Karlos, who finally was in face of the one responsible for killing all of them.

"Ah....AHHHH.... Y-Youuuuu!!! You villain, it was you...!!!"

"Yeah, it was me. Though, you killed three of them. I am thinking of a way to spare you just for the fact that you assisted me with my mission. How about it? What do you want?"

Completely serious, Daniel offered a proposition to Karlos as he had in fact, indirectly assisted Daniel. This wasn't a way of being fair, however. Daniel knew what he was going to do and so was Karlos, once he didn't give a second thought to his proposition as he got up from the floor and confronted Daniel from a far.

"FIGHT ME! Fucking fight me, I will decimate you right here and now!"

As he heard this, Daniel closed his eyes, yawned, and inhaled the air of the atmosphere.

"That's fine. But, you do have it with you, right? The ax?"

"Ax? I only have this glider and the remote! Haha, you stupid fuck!"

"Oh, is that so? Haha, my bad!"

Overestimating Karlos, Daniel thought that Karlos was going to dodge the question since it greatly benefits his interest, so he purposely tricked Karlos into revealing what component he was holding, meanwhile Daniel already knew that it would be the glider alongside the remote. What he didn't know, however, was if whether or not, it was in Karlos possession, which it is.

"Get down here and let me destroy you..."

Angry and committed into destroying Daniel, now on his feet, Karlos starred at Daniel fearlessly as he knew that in a physical fight, he would not lose. His built far outdones Daniel's, without a shadow of doubt.

"One second."

Without telling his thoughts, Daniel started to take out his personal revolver and before Karlos could react, Daniel shot him on both of his shoulders---then knees and ultimately eyes.

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHH, MY EYES!!! OH GOD, MY EYES!!!"

Receiving six collective shots, Karlos buckled on his knees as he screamed beyond his agony. A pain never felt before entered Karlos body as Daniel drifted from the rumble of the ravine to meet up with Karlos while also putting his revolver on the back of his pocket.

"WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! AGGGGGGGGGHHHHH, YOU BITCCCHHHH!!!!"

Unable to move since his knees were shot, Karlos, now blind, began to crawl in the direction of the pit, as he lost sense of direction, but to Daniel, this was just a precaution measure, as he would surely lose in a physical fight. In reality, he actually wouldn't, however.

"Hey, where are you going? The fight's just getting started. I'll let you have the first move!"

Allowing Karlos to have the first move, Daniel stood still as he coldly glanced upon the disastrous state of Karlos. A current tide of blood started to spread everywhere as Karlos would surely soon die.

"AhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh....!!!! AhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Alternating between a low and high pitched voice, Karlos screams became louder and louder as he didn't want to accept death. On such motion, as he grew closer and closer to the edge of the ravine, he spoke his thoughts out loud.

"Shiori.... Shioriiiiii.... SHIORIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

"Who is that?"

Genuinely curious, as he accompanied Karlos side by side---though Karlos is crawling out of despair and physical weakness and Daniel isn't----Daniel showed an immense interest towards Karlos' last remaining words. Midst this, the glider and the remote were already in the scattered tide of blood that Karlos had formed previously and was nonetheless following him wherever he went.

"Shi---O-------"

Much to Daniel's discontent, that would be the last he would see out of Karlos. Already losing a tremendous amount of blood from six different spots, it was a miracle that he wasn't straight up dead yet for a total of thirty seconds, Karlos clearly was alive. That itself was impressive, but Daniel started to not like how he didn't know who Karlos was referring to.

As he starred deeply onto Karlos' corpse, Daniel went over his mind on the list of the 500 people that were on Sagasuga's list and he tried to recall a person named Shiori.

"Ah, Shiori Denko? I know the name only. Tsk....."

Continously, Daniel stomped on Karlos' skull without caring as he regretted the fact that Karlos died to earlier. Daniel didn't accept well what he didn't know as of lately and was committed to go onto the extremes to see who this person was----not just in name.

"I'll ask my next victims---but----it has to be different this time around. Criminals are vulnerable because they maintain the same pattern thus making them extremely predictable. Isn't that what you said, Hyunda?"

With Karlos' blood, Daniel slicked back his hair as he inhaled the air of the atmosphere before throwing Karlos' body onto the pit below of the ravine.

"I have to become unpredictable."