A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1293

They sat in silence, waiting for ten minutes when suddenly, the wall next to the control panel slid open, revealing the world outside of Area Opaca.

“Please select a player to leave the room.”

Eleanor and Robin noticed the opened door and promptly moved towards it. Just as they were about to step out, two red laser points targeted their

foreheads.

“Please return to the room if you have not chosen to leave, or you will be shot immediately.”

Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly pulled Robin back a step. The red points on their foreheads disappeared in an instant.

“Looks like we’re being watched.”

Robin followed the direction from which the lasers had come, looking at the distant wall that was as dazzling as a snow-covered mountain. It was too far to see where the surveillance was coming from, but they knew they were under complete surveillance from the moment they stepped in.

“We should be careful with our words from now on.”

Eleanor nodded, and they both examined their surroundings while staying within the infrared lines. The hallway outside was lined with neatly arranged rooms, all with similar interiors and marked with room numbers.

Their room was number 9, and the room directly across, also number 9, had its door open too. The man inside was looking at them in surprise.

“Why are there two of you?”

man a dismissive glance and turned his gaze towards room 10, where

a bad feeling about this man. Perhaps it was the intimidating scars on his face or his hawk-like eyes that gave off an ominous vibe. But what was more unsettling was the way he was eyeing Eleanor. It was unclear whether he

a tall and majestic figure suddenly appeared in front of her, casting a large shadow under the bright light. Eleanor hid behind this shadow, avoiding the creepy gaze of the middle-aged

in the rooms was observing their surroundings and the people inside. Some chose to give

came here did not know the rules beforehand. They were either curious about what Area Opaca was like or unwilling to gamble with their lives,

“Hey.”

middle-aged man in room 10 suddenly called out to Robin

you don’t look poor. Why are you

who was protecting Eleanor behind him, lifted his eyes

you staying here,

the

cure. I’m here to see if

with the man in

terminally ill too. I want to experience something

conversation began. People in the neighboring rooms started speaking up

everything. I’m here for the huge prize

gambling. I can’t resist an

as well choose a more interesting way to

Ibe

either terminally ill thrill-seekers, desperate gamblers, or murderers. Hardly anyone was

the rooms closed again, presumably