"Fuck, quit shoving!"
"Damn it, which pervert is pulling down my pants?!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Run if you want, but don't take the chance to cop a feel!"
After the masked man vanished, the scene immediately descended into chaos. Everyone feared being eliminated for falling behind, so every person present tried to rush to the front.
Pushing, fighting, and disorder erupted completely at that moment.
A typical example went something like this:
Passerby A: "No, big brother, could you please let go? We have no grievances against each other, so why are you doing this...?"
Passerby B: "No! I don't want to get eliminated without doing anything! At the very least, it'd be great if I could drag you down with me..."
Passerby A: "Fuck me...!"
Of course, the final result for those two was that they were both eliminated in spectacular fashion.
The solid ground beneath Passerby B's feet suddenly vanished completely. Having lost their support, the two fell together into a bottomless pit and disappeared...
And for one reason or another, the group that had initially numbered several hundred was now left with fewer than a hundred people who had managed to reach the path.
"You have three seconds to identify the fake door among this row of stone doors. During those three seconds, the space beneath your feet will not vanish. Do your best, weaklings."
Once everyone had arrived on the path ahead, the masked man appeared before them again. His disguised voice remained as cold and distant as ever.
He had appeared merely to tell them that they would remain safe for the next three seconds. As for what happened after those three seconds, that would depend entirely on their own abilities.
"Damn it, I'm not running anymore! Ever since coming here, we've been toyed