Chapter 370
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“No one else is stepping up to challenge Epic? Well, I’m heading over to check out the underwater challenge then.”
“You won’t see me volunteering. Water scares me to death. I’d rather give up everything than end up near that tank.”
“The last challenger was a riot. Did you catch his face when he realized he’d lost? He went so white, you’d think he’d seen a ghost! Guess he’s not so tough after all. $300 million is hard to earn.”
A low murmur swept through the crowd as the masked man scanned everyone with a stare colder than winter itself. His words, even more chilling, rang out. “Does anyone else have the guts to take me on?”
As his challenge echoed through the room, heads turned and eyes darted around, each hoping that someone bold—or perhaps reckless—would rise to meet him. The silence stretched on, seemingly endless, until a figure in a mask just as intimidating stepped forward. “Count me in!”
Instantly, every gaze fixed on him. He wore simple clothes, and the mask concealed every detail of his face, but when he spoke, his voice was fresh and surprisingly young.
Christina, the masked challenger, stood there beneath a short wig, her chest tightly bound. At just over 5 feet 6 inches tall, she carried herself with confidence, and her voice, altered by a voice changer, made her disguise nearly perfect. Her carefully crafted headpiece covered her entire head and neck, even showing an obvious Adam’s apple. Anyone watching would have a tough time guessing she was actually a woman.
The moment Christina stepped forward, the masked man stiffened for a split second. He frowned behind his mask, clearly thrown off. There was something familiar about this new challenger, though he couldn’t place where he had seen them before.
“Dice or cards—take your pick,” the masked man said, his tone as frosty as before.
Without hesitation, Christina answered, “Cards.”
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The masked man nodded immediately. “Alright, but if you lose, your mask comes off, and you’ll have to take on the underwater survival test.”
“That works for me,” Christina replied, her lips curving into a subtle grin behind her mask. “But I have one condition.”
The masked man looked puzzled. “What is it?”
Christina lifted her chin, her voice steady and bold. “If you lose, I want you to admit in front of everyone that you’re a fake—that you’re not the real Epic!”
Christina’s statement sent a shockwave through the room, capturing everyone’s attention on her and the masked man.
“Did I hear that right? An impostor? So all this time, we’ve been challenging a fake Epic?”
“I don’t see how that could be true. That guy has been here forever, taking on countless challengers, and no one has beaten him.”
“Exactly! Someone that skilled couldn’t possibly be a fraud. Besides, he has that mysterious, unbeatable aura you’d expect from a legend.”
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