The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 987

Chapter 987 What Else Can You Do
The jungle, where the 20 qualifying tokens were hidden, was a maze of strange complexity.

Nestled on a hilly slope, this forest was bordered on all sides by deep, tranquil waters.

The river, calm and undisturbed, reflected the sunlight, its surface gleaming like a delicate crystal ribbon.

The bright light shimmered off the water, creating a mystical glow that seemed to stretch through time, revealing every hidden corner of the world.

A thick, swirling mist clung to the jungle's edge, surrounding the water with an eerie, otherworldly aura.

The mist gave the impression of countless unseen eyes observing the 27 teams as they charged forward toward the jungle.

The teams raced ahead, moving through the strange daylight that seemed to pulse with a supernatural energy.

It felt as though they were hurtling through a vast and distant galaxy, everything shrouded in mystery and uncertainty.

Every team was pouring all their effort into this final sprint. This was their one and only opportunity to make it into the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals.

While only 27 teams were left fighting for the final spot, the stakes of this competition went far beyond the tokens.

Out of these 27 teams, seven would not make it through to the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals. Among the remaining 20, the committee would observe the teams closely, evaluating the performance of their commanders and selecting the commander-in-chief and vice-commander-in-chief for the next phase.

The specific challenges awaiting them in the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals was still a mystery, and no one knew exactly what power or responsibilities the commander-in-chief would hold.

All that was certain was that the commander-in-chief and vice-commander-in-chief would earn exclusive access to the most prestigious, high-level negotiations during the final competition.

This mystery was clear to everyone, but there was one thing the teams understood: The commander-in-chief was crucial.

Beyond the honor, it was a ticket to participating in the world's most important assignments.

No one knew exactly how the committee would choose the commander-in-chief and vice-commander-in-chief.

But one thing was certain—the 27 teams still in the race had proven themselves to be the best in the world.

Their commanders were experienced and skilled, with the ability to make clear, sharp decisions under pressure.

As they charged ahead, each commander kept a close watch on the environment, constantly assessing the terrain, risks, and potential traps.

This was no simple task. Snatching the qualifying token wouldn't be as easy as rushing into the jungle and grabbing it.

There was always something more beneath the surface. This was the mindset of any skilled strategist.

The simpler something appeared, the more likely it was hiding a trap.

As the teams pushed forward, they remained vigilant, scanning their surroundings for any threats.

The eerie river winding through the forest wasn't the only concern.

Red warning signs reading "Restricted Zone" were visible at the back left corner of the jungle.

The first-level restricted zone was clearly marked with a warning: entering could trigger deadly traps.

The outer boundaries of the restricted zone were unmistakable: any team that crossed into the zone would immediately lose their chance to search for the qualifying tokens.