Chapter 68: Maze Runner (1) – 66

A/N: Yup yup, sorry for not posting, but like, it was Christmas, I was spending time with my family, and I left my computer behind. Here's 4 chaps for the days I missed tho.

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You know, we've all seen and done mazes since childhood, so, we've all probably tried or at least heard of the tried and true strategy for escaping a maze, right?

For those that never pondered it or never had somebody tell them the strategy, it was simple really, and it was that you had to stick to one side of the maze and follow it for as long as you could.

Eventually, no matter how long the maze was, you would reach the solution.

This was guaranteed.

Although, there was one problem with this method, and it was that it didn't work with moving mazes, and, of course it had to be, but this maze was a moving maze.

So now, you might be wondering why the hell I was using this strategy.

There was a simple explanation though, and it was that, at this point in the game, the "watchers" were still disoriented and the rules were probably being explained to them, and that meant that the maze wasn't going to be moving for around the next 30 minutes.

After all, the maze would only move when the watchers started spending money.

And, this one rule was the thing that showed how "far" humanity had come.

I mean, if the watchers didn't pay any money, it meant that every contestant would survive, unless they just ran around in circles and starved themselves to death or something.

You see, the changing maze, the spawning monsters, the activated traps, all of those things only happened if the watchers paid for them to happen.

Humans were rotten, deriving enjoyment from the gruesome death of others to the point of paying money to see them suffer even more.

But, then again, these nobles didn't see commoners as humans anyways, so it was probably just a matter of slaughtering pigs to them.

Yet, in my eyes, this was still unacceptable.

I know right? Real nice words coming from a used to be human killing machine...

Yeah, let me retract that last statement.

After all, I viewed humans that I weren't close with as even less than pigs.

What was I even thinking when I thought that?

Anyways, back to the current situation, I was still running whilst keeping my left hand sliding along the left wall, but then I stopped, suddenly.

"You thought."

Speaking these words out loud, I made fun of the watchers, as I could easily see that they had paid for a trap to be put in my running path, not knowing that I could stop running whilst moving at such a high speed so easily.

I mean, they were definitely being cheapshots right now, as they could have put a trap that was unseeable to any eye, no matter how powerful one was, in my path, definitively killing me, but they hadn't.

'Seems like the real game has finally begun.'

Using Angel, which I had just used to stop myself suddenly, as it hadn't been possible for that to happen using just physical abilities due to the laws of physics, I jumped high up into the air, completely bypassing the trap.

But then, keeping in mind the position of the trap, I continued forward into the maze, a plan already formulating in my mind.

And, just as I expected, as soon as we had been in the maze for one hour, everything changed, just because of one notice that each player got.

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Ringing in my head, a slightly feminine voice said,

"You can buy objects with money obtained from doing tasks set by the watchers, or by killing other participants. Keep in mind, each player is worth a different amount of money. Your worth is: 50,000,000 gold coins."

'Goddamn it! I'm screwed already?'

After all, I knew that there was a way for each player to see the coin rankings of the other players after all.

And, with an amount like that attached to my head, well, let's just say that I had now become the number 1 most wanted player in the entirety of the maze.

You see, each watcher could decide to back a single player in the maze.

In the end, if the player that they backed was the last one standing, then that meant that they would be able to split the prize money with the rest of the watchers that backed the same person, with more money going to the earlier backers than the later backers, after killing their sponsored player before concluding the payment of course.

So, if one of the watchers paid enough coins to tell their player my location, well, I would be screwed then.

And, judging by the value put on my head, I would be stupid not to think that I would be the first target for most watchers.

They would just have me killed, then the person that killed me would be killed, so on and so forth, until the money was with the last person standing.

This meant that, after I and the first few people after myself who had the money were killed, most of the watchers would fight for the person that had the money to not be killed, either because they didn't want them to die because they were their sponsored player, or it was because they were afraid that their sponsored player would be the next to kill the player with the money that was from me originally.

It honestly was an extremely hard game that the watchers played, one that was probably harder than the one the the players were playing, but then again, the watchers had no risk of death, just a risk of becoming bankrupt from hedging all their bets on one person.

Anyways, back to the current situation, in which I was still running whilst avoiding some poorly placed traps in my way.

I mean, even though they weren't able to gain my money if I was killed by a trap, many watchers hated the idea of a person being worth so much money, as the competition was skewed towards that one person, so, getting rid of me as soon as possible was also beneficial to some of the more cautious watchers.

'But man, the amount of money they're already spending on traps just to kill me.'

Well, they were rich assholes, so it was their "right" to spend money... I guess.

"There he is!"

'They've already sent other players at me already? Come on! Give me some time at least!'

Turning around as soon as I heard the shouts of a gang that I was for sure had been formed by a group of watchers, I started running back on the path that I had taken to the furthest point that I had reached, back to where the first trap was.

On the outside, I kept up my facade of being fearful as I put on a face of shock, a face that could only be caused by an angry mob as the person that they were chasing ran for their life.

But, on the inside, there was a vastly different emotion running wild through my mind, threatening to break the mask that I had put on.

Glee.

Pure, undulated glee.

I snickered.

Silently, of course.

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