(POV: Caspian)
"Bro, what the fuck."
That speech… that damn speech.
He had seen manipulative speeches before. He had read about power-hungry leaders bending words to suit their ideologies.
But this?
"That bastard just manipulated an entire hall of students into turning against their own teammates."
And the worst part?
"He's not even wrong."
The world didn't care about those who worked well with others.
It cared about those who stood at the top.
Bing!
His phone vibrated. Caspian glanced at the screen.
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[Tournament Notification]
Your group has been decided:
Team Z
Team The Onlookers
Team Dicken
Team Void
Team Saga
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Caspian's eye twitched.
"Huh… fuck me."
Almost every team in his group was strong.
The Onlookers? That was Oliver's team.
Void? Their captain was a strategist. Calculated, efficient.
And Saga? Those guys were unpredictable. They had a playstyle that could either dominate or crash spectacularly.
