Looking at the golden potion in his hand number 9 couldn't make up the courage to drink it.
One could feel his nervousness when looking at his shaking hands.
"You have 10 seconds to drink it." Reminded Marvin kindly.
Seeing as he was running out of time, number 9 hastily removed the cap from the potion bottle and threw it at the side.
With his hands still shaking he started bringing it closer and closer to his mouth.
"Agh… I can't do it." He screamed and threw the bottle to the side as well, then turned around trying to escape.
Unfortunately, he had nowhere to escape and the same light descended and shuttered his mana core.
"Looks like only 5 contestants are left before the end of this round." Said Marvin playfully.
Number 10 was a young boy, about 18. He couldn't help staring at number 9's cold corpse before uncertainty choosing the truth.
"Do you enjoy killing people?" Asked Marvin.
