Jellyfish of Sea
Many people died. They fought to get money, but died along the way. They were confident people like him who fought and fought. But they died.
Toki walked through the empty streets, watching the long shadows that followed him everywhere. After he joined the game, he felt that they became longer and longer than normal. That they were multiplying with each passing moments and once in a while, there would be rabid red eyes staring at him. And with the passing dark shadows, he felt immense hatred and anger at him.
He was the Bus Gamer.
They were the losers. Former gamers, but losers in the end.
They were the many skulls on the ground. They used to have a body, but lost it in a gamble. A gamble to win. And maybe he, too, will one day lose the bet.
Lose the bet and join the countless souls.
One day, his team, AAA, might really be beaten and killed for their failure. But no one will notice. No one will notice their deaths, their disappearance from the world, their existence fading.
After all, they were the nameless. Their team really was no name. Just a bunch of dogs and pawns that the rich people on top leisurely used to gamble. They needed no name, being just a puppet that was easily disposable.
Toki wondered if it was worth it. He could die at any given time in the game. He had no say on anything, but was expected to do everything. Be a pawn for those rich folks.
But then he knew.
It was money. And money was money. He needed it, that tempting billion yen.
Besides, he could die at any given time in the game of life anyways. What was the difference?
And it didn't matter if he was a pawn.
Toki grinned. Yeah. He'll let them use him as a tool.
He needed the money and would do anything for it.
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And like a jellyfish in the sea, he'll let the greater being decide what direction he'll be floating to. But whoever gets in his way better watch out or be stung.