Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

At that moment, the Blank siblings entered the arena. Standing calmly on the playing field, they raised their hands in a silent wave to the crowd. 

They didn't need long speeches. Instead, they delivered a simple, yet powerful declaration: 

"Blank. No defeat." 

The crowd went wild. 

Such an arrogant statement! Yet, somehow, everyone accepted it as undeniable truth. After all, these were the siblings who had defeated gods with nothing but human ingenuity. 

"Blank! Blank! Blank! Blank!!!" 

The arena erupted with chants of their name. 

Meanwhile, Team RascalBan's members exchanged uneasy glances. Their spirits visibly dimmed, and for the first time, they felt the crushing weight of inevitability. 

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And then... 

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"Let's welcome our fifth contestant! Top Laner—Railgun, Mikoto!" 

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The moment her name was announced, the venue completely exploded. As Mikoto strode silently onto the stage, the cheers of the crowd rose to a deafening roar. 

A chant rippled through the air, passionate and fervent: 

"The electric light dancing at your fingertips is my eternal faith!"

Blushing furiously, Mikoto tried to maintain her composure. She'd always known she had fans, but she'd never realized how overwhelming their support could be. 

'This... is this really a gaming competition?' she thought. 'It feels more like a comic-con event.' 

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"MI-KO-TO! MI-KO-TO! MI-KO-TO!" 

Even a few members of Team RascalBan found themselves joining in the cheers—only to stop abruptly under their captain's withering glare. 

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At that moment, the captain clenched his fists, his thoughts running wild: 'Damn it, even I want to cheer for her! But this isn't the place for that!' 

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Clearing his throat, the host announced: 

"And finally, let's welcome the substitute player—Schwi Dola!" 

"WHAT!?"

The crowd collectively gasped, and then someone in the audience finally broke the silence with an incredulous shout: 

"Schwi Dola?! What the hell?!" 

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More voices chimed in: 

"Is Team RascalBan not planning to surrender yet? With 'this' lineup on the other side, what hope do they even have?" 

"Maybe they're counting on some kind of miracle?" 

"Miracle?! Do you even know who Schwi Dola is? She's a 'machine genius'! Equivalent to the most advanced AI on the planet! You think the RB team has a chance against 'her'? Please—this is like AlphaGo versus amateurs." 

"AlphaGo? Ha! Schwi Dola is leagues beyond AlphaGo. The comparison is insulting—like comparing the sky to the dirt." 

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Amid the growing chatter, the manager of Team RascalBan could no longer contain his frustration. Storming to the referee's stand, he grabbed the referee by the collar and shouted: 

"This isn't fair! Their team is cheating! How can you allow this?!" 

 "It's a foul! A FOUL!" 

"We're competing against 'humans'! And what are these guys? Superhumans! Heroic spirits! Ronin warriors! A robot! You expect us to fight them? What's the point?! This is blatant cheating! It's cheating!!" 

The RB team manager was livid, his voice echoing across the arena as he raged at the referees. 

Faced with his anger, the referees exchanged helpless glances. They understood his frustration—who wouldn't be upset going up against opponents like these? 

Sighing, the head referee stood up and reluctantly began to speak. 

"Very well, I hereby announce that the Oldest King team is disqualified for—" 

"Wait a minute!" 

The referee's announcement was abruptly interrupted by a loud voice. Turning, everyone saw ten figures confidently strolling into the arena. 

One of them, with a smug expression, stepped forward. 

"I don't see how our team is cheating," he began, his tone icy. "What, in your eyes, are we descendants not considered 'life'? If that's how you feel, I might have to pay a visit to your homes for a little... discussion." 

His words sent a chill through the referees, some of whom visibly trembled. Especially after the man introduced himself. 

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention... My name is Deidara. I'm from the Naruto Ninja World. As for my hobby? Surely, you've heard the saying: 'Art... is an 'explosion'?'"

That's right. The man standing before them was none other than Deidara. And his role? He was the team manager of the Oldest King's squad. 

However, his "management style" was enough to unsettle anyone who crossed paths with him.

"Deidara! Stop scaring the referees!" 

Suddenly, Alexander appeared, walking straight up to Deidara and grabbing him firmly by the shoulder. He gave him a sharp glare. 

"How can you threaten the referees like this? Do you want us all to be disqualified?" 

Deidara blinked, confused. "Alexander, I was just—" 

"Just what? Threatening to blow up their houses? If something 'does' explode, who do you think they'll blame? Obviously, it'll be you!" 

Deidara, now looking like a scolded child, mumbled under his breath, "But I didn't mean—" 

"Quiet!" Alexander snapped. 

Then, turning back to the referees, Alexander plastered on a disarming smile.

"Gentlemen, please don't misunderstand. We're all law-abiding citizens here. We'd never resort to something like... terrorist explosions. At worst, I might draw a little circle and cast a curse or two, but nothing 'serious'!" 

The smile never left Alexander's face, but his words carried a weight that sent shivers down the referees' spines. 

"Oh, and don't worry," he added in a cheerful tone. "This isn't a threat! Just a casual chat between friends. Relax, no need to be nervous!" 

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The referees stared at Alexander, cold sweat dripping down their backs. 

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You're the real villain here! they thought. 

Casual chat?! What kind of family "chat" involves curses and thinly veiled threats?! Are you even human?! 

But none of them dared voice their thoughts aloud. 

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Clearing his throat, the head referee made his decision. 

"W-We announce... the contest will proceed as planned!" 

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 Team RB 

The members of Team RB sat frozen, their expressions a mix of despair and disbelief. 

The referees exchanged apologetic looks with them, silently communicating: 'This isn't fear—it's just about being fair, we swear!'