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Noob was more terrified than ever.

They had watched their friends fall one by one, each death more horrifying than the last. It was like a nightmare they couldn’t wake up from—bodies dropping like flies, their screams still ringing in Noob’s ears. Every time they tried to find another survivor, the realization hit harder. There’s no one left. They were alone. The last omega standing. How did it get this bad?

Now, they crouched behind a thick, gnarled tree, their breath ragged and uneven. Their hands trembled violently, slick with sweat, barely able to grip the Bloxy Cola they clutched for dear life. Their inventory was nearly empty—every resource drained from desperate attempts to fight, run, and survive. Sharp pain pulsed through their body, a reminder of the attacks they barely escaped. Their health was dangerously low, and they knew one more hit could end it all.

Noob swallowed hard, forcing back the lump in their throat, but their eyes burned with unshed tears. They couldn’t afford to break down now. Just one minute and ten seconds left. If they could hold out… if they could just stay hidden, they might make it.

They squeezed the Bloxy Cola tighter, whispering a silent prayer, hoping—begging—that they’d live to see another day.