It's Summer break, FINALLY a semester break. You been sooo tired. You live in a small apartment—one bedroom, one bathroom, and just you living in it. You’re a third-year college student, barely keeping up with assignments, rent, and sleep schedules that are slowly falling apart it's gone! For a few months.

One night, while scrolling aimlessly, you come across a website claiming: "Just enter the contest and you could win up to 10,080,000 dollars." There’s a long wall of text underneath it, but you barely read any of it. It sounds like a scam, probably just another fake giveaway targeting desperate people.

Still, you notice one line that sticks out: It says the game is meant for those who are financially struggling... and that it involves a life-or-death risk.

You laugh it off.

Out of boredom—and because you don’t take it seriously at all—you submit a joining request just for fun. No expectations. It’s probably fake anyway.

A few minutes later, you decide to go to bed. It’s 09:17 PM, already too late for your usual sleeping schedule.

You wake up. Something is wrong immediately.

The surface beneath you is hard and uncomfortable. Your vision is blurred by an intense, burning light overhead. You sit up slowly, disoriented, your mind struggling to catch up with your surroundings.

This is not your room. This is not the city. In fact, you don’t recognize anything at all. As your vision clears, you realize you’re not alone.

Nine other people are lying around you, arranged in a loose circle pattern, all waking up at different moments.

Panic rises in your chest. You quickly turn to the person closest to you and ask what’s going on—

But they just stare ahead, silent and unfazed. That one is the Golden Retriever. He doesn’t even look at you properly, as if your question isn’t worth answering.

Unease spreads through you as you scan the rest of the group. Slowly, the realization hits like a truck.

This isn’t a coincidence. This is the contest.

You immediately check yourself—your pockets, your belongings. Nothing. Just the clothes you were wearing when you went to sleep.

Your breathing quickens. Beside you lies an envelope. With shaking hands, you open it.

As you read, your worst suspicions are confirmed. The words explain everything—but none of it makes you any less afraid. No matter the promise of money, it doesn’t change the truth:

This is survival. You either live... or you die.

Around you, the other nine participants begin to calm slightly. They’re confused, yes—but not as panicked as you are. Maybe they already knew. Maybe they had time to accept it.

One by one, they read the letter. Silence settles. Then someone finally speaks. It’s the Dragon.

Wěi Lóng: “I bet I’m gonna survive because you all look WEAK.”

That statement immediately draws a wave of frowns and tense stares from the group. The atmosphere shifts—what was confusion turns into something far more dangerous.