In earth realm , Xander was the embodiment of malice. With a ruthless heart, he wielded celestial keys with the cruelty of a warlord. To him, celestial spirits were nothing more than pawns: tools to be exploited, spirits to subjugate. They had served him faithfully, but recently, the silence from his celestial companions had become a source of unbearable frustration.

For a month, Xander had been unable to summon any spirits. The absence of their bright energy made him feel impotent—a sensation that fed his rage. Something had gone awry, and he was determined to uncover the truth, whatever the cost. With a growl of determination, he snatched one of his silver celestial keys—his prized possession—and summoned Crux, a spirit known for its knowledge and cunning.

Crux materialized before him, a shimmering figure that radiated an ethereal light. But when he saw Xander's fury, his glow dimmed. "What do you want, Xander?" he asked, his voice shaky.

"Where are the others?!" Xander roared, gripping Crux tightly. "You're going to tell me, or else!"

Silence hung heavy in the air as Crux hesitated. Then, with grim resignation, he murmured, "I cannot betray my kind."

Xander exploded in a fit of rage, kicking and striking Crux, pouring all his frustrations into each blow. "You think you can just ignore me? If you don't spill the truth, I'll make sure you never see your realm again! You'll flicker, suffer and fade in this wretched human world until there's nothing left of you!"

Finally, under the weight of Xander's threats, Crux cracked. "Alright! Alright!" he gasped. "The spirits… they're arranged a game. A dangerous game. They've organized a tournament—if you win, you could receive ten billion jewels. But if you lose… well

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Xander's heart raced at the mention of wealth; greed suddenly eclipsed his anger. "What game? How do I join?"

"To enter, you must first play with Virgo. She's the gatekeeper of the games," Crux explained, his voice trembling. "But you have to be very careful—she doesn't take kindly to humans."

"Then call Virgo," Xander demanded, his eyes alight with ambition.

Crux called to the nikora through his key and told them to get Virgo informed who appeared with a flourish, her ethereal dress swirling around her like a storm. "You wish to join the games?" she asked, her voice laced with both authority and a hint of mischief. "Very well. But there's a task before you can enter."

Virgo presented Xander with two cards, one glowing with radiant energy, the other a shadowy silhouette. "To prove your worth, you must flip the chosen card onto the floor with your hand card. Only then can you enter the game."

Xander scoffed, "How hard can that be?" He made his first attempt, only to meet failure as the card fluttered uselessly to the ground. Virgo's expression darkened, and she swiftly slapped him across the face. "Focus!"

Each successive failure resulted in another slap, each sting a reminder of the pain he had inflicted upon each of the celestial spirits. After fifty fruitless attempts and slap Xander finally flipped the card. Triumph surged through him until Virgo caught his hand mid-slap.

"You are a special player, destined for only one game," she declared, handing him the glowing card and a glittering pouch containing ten jewels. "Now you may enter."

Later that night, Virgo led Xander into a dimly lit chamber. The air was thick with the scent of earth and decay. As soon as the door shut behind him, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. A greenish gas seeped into the room, silencing his protests. Darkness clawed at his vision, and his world faded.Taurus took him to celestial realm and into the game building.The nikoras put the same uniform as the survivors.

When Xander awoke, he found himself in a realm vastly different from the human world. The air was drenched with the metallic scent of blood, and the atmosphere throbbed with tension. He was no longer in control; he was in the Celestial Realm, draped in the same gruesome uniform as the other survivors.

He looked around, catching glimpses of weary faces. Their eyes were hollow, reflecting a brutal past filled with despair. Each player bore the weight of heartaches and horrors that had unfolded in previous games. No one cared about their past; they were only concerned with the next brutal game that lay ahead.

"Welcome to the Celestial Games," a voice echoed through the chamber. A towering figure stepped forward—Capricorn, the ominous spirit known for his sheer strength and tenacity. "You're lucky to be among the fifteen who have survived. But luck won't save you here."

Xander swallowed hard, his bravado slowly fizzling out. His mind raced with memories of the celestial spirits he had mistreated. Had this tournament been their way of uniting against him? The thought sent chills down his spine.

"Every game you face will be more brutal than the last," he continued, gesturing toward a bloodstained arena through a vast archway. "And as you progress, you may find allies among your fellow players. But understand, trust is lethal here."

Xander's heart pounded loudly in his chest as he stepped further into the chamber. It was a meeting place designed for the twisted games that lay ahead, each corner filled with dark symbols and cryptic messages from past challengers. A bright, blinding light in the center flickered—perhaps it was a portal to what lay beyond.

As he nervously took in his fellow competitors, each survivor wore an unmistakably pale hue. The life force was visibly drained from their skin; they had witnessed horrors unimaginable. They were not simply players—all were prisoners, locked in an unworldly cycle of violence and desperation.

Xander pondered the moral weight of his existence. Harmed by fear and hate, had he finally placed himself in the depths of his own making? Each instant spent in this realm battered his soul, making him remember how he had treated spirits as mere accessories to his dark whims.

Suddenly, a horn blared through the air, signaling the commencement of the games. A panel on the wall slid open, revealing a small arena where the first brutal challenge awaited. The notched wood and rusted axes decorated the ground, stained with remnants of past battles.

"May the best player survive," Capricorn growled as he led the survivors into the realm of madness. Despite the impending doom, Xander clenched his fists, a fierce drive igniting his spirit. If this was the place to reclaim power and redeem himself, he would fight.

Little did he know, the games held deepest horrors—ones that would challenge not only his physical strength but also the darkest recesses of his heart.

To be continued…