From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 368 Filling in the room

Ty's expression darkened, his frown deepening. "You should just kill me if you feel like that," he retorted, the bitterness evident in his voice.

"That wouldn't be fun enough," the King replied smoothly, his voice chillingly calm. "Trust me, the fun will come in due time."

As the conversation concluded, the King clapped his hands once more. At his signal, two guards stepped forward, their presence firm and authoritative, signaling it was time to move. They began to lead Ty away from the drawing area, guiding him towards the next phase of the pre-Arena processes.

As Ty was ushered away, he tugged unconsciously at the new fabric encasing him. "Glad I didn't keep that silk string from Jade now... else I would be really pissed," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of relief and annoyance.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Waddle and the old man stepping up for their turn, while Gears, another familiar face, queued quietly at the back.

"Ain't I supposed to see what this Arena is going to look like?" Ty called out, seeking some clarity on the process.

One of the guards, without breaking stride, replied, "The layout will be decided once everyone has been selected and finished."

"Hmm, I see," Ty murmured, more to himself than to anyone else as he was led down a series of steps. His boots echoed on the stone beneath them, each step taking him deeper into the heart of the structure.

Understood, let's refocus and describe the room from Ty's perspective, strictly adhering to what he can directly observe and experience without adding speculative or interpretive elements. Here's a revised description:

They arrived at a large square room, its grandeur underscored by dark purple trimmings that adorned its high walls. The intricate patterns of the trimmings danced and flickered in the dim light, giving the room a solemn yet imposing feel.

The air was cooler here, a stark contrast to the heated anticipation of the arena above. Ty's gaze wandered across the room, taking in the heavy, ornate doors that stood firmly shut on the opposite wall. The only sounds were the soft thudding of the guards' footsteps echoing off the stone floor, adding to the room's intense atmosphere of anticipation.

The man bristled at the nickname, his eyes narrowing. "Lanky?! My name is Kern, not that it matters to you."

Ty listened, his interest piqued. "Well, Kern, we might get to rip each other apart in the second arena or whatever comes after this. But for now, we'll have to work together a bit—that's if we're even on the same team. What number did you pull from the weird slot machine?"

Kern sighed, his expression revealing a mix of resignation and amusement. "I pulled 10, funny enough. I thought it was broken because I was ranked 10 after the showcase event."

Ty furrowed his brow, processing the information. "Wait, didn't they state they would be doing all the prisoners first then you folks? Why is it that you're the first one to enter?"

Kern shrugged, a hint of confusion in his demeanor. "I know a lot of them kept the orange color, but halfway through, one of the prisoners tried to strike the king. So while that was being handled, they started mixing people—"

Before Kern could finish, the door swung open once more. Another man entered, donning purple gear similar to theirs, standing about 6'4".

The interruption seemed timed, as if to prevent further probing into the irregularities of the selection process. Ty and Kern paused their conversation, turning their attention to the new arrival who paused briefly to assess the room and its occupants.

Kern looked over at him and stated "aw great, it's Gisorn,"

Ty a bit confused stated "who?"

Some kid I was in with the academy, he's a stuck and never shows much emotion, his Skill also makes it harder to read him.

Gisorn walked up to the group and asked "What number did you two get, "He stated with a blank face."