"Let's start the second round of the killing game."
Bad news had spread to everyone. They had already experienced mental and physical fatigue after the first round. Now that there was a second round, he was practically asking them to die.
"I'm not that cruel to let you fight while tired. All healed up and new."
Feeling their body recover instantly, they couldn't help but marvel at Charles's power. They had already given up on opposing Charles as it would only end them up in more misery.
"This game is much easier in a sense. Out of ninety-five of you, only twenty of you need to survive. Do whatever it takes—team up with the strong or the weak, or gang up on the strong."
"It doesn't matter what you do until there is twenty left of you."
Charles had explained the rules. Before the second round started, someone who felt less afraid spoke up.
"Is this the last of your game? Or will there be more?"
I keep getting new story ideas but don't have time to write them.