The monotone voice returned, cold and mechanical, echoing across the vast chamber through the countless screens lining the walls.
"Now… initiating the player data reveal. Information has been sourced from global surveillance, intelligence agencies, and GAC's internal archives. This may take a while."
A brief pause hung in the air before the voice resumed. One by one, the secrets of every player were laid bare—no filter, no mercy.
First came the revelations about Darian Wolfe and Riley Wolfe.
The voice echoed:
"Darian Wolfe — former leader of the feared Red Wolves mafia. Known for dominating Texas' underground. Responsible for over 38 coordinated attacks and the downfall of three rival syndicates.""Riley Wolfe — former member of Red Wolves. Broke away, founded the Wolfe Shadows, a splinter mafia group. Now controls substantial territory in south-central Texas. Known for betrayal and the orchestration of silent coups."
Everyone in the hall turned toward the two men, sensing the bitter history in their glares.
The screen then moved to the next subject.
"Ryota — professional gambler. Won 181 high-stakes casino games across Asia, Europe, and Las Vegas. Lost only 16. Accused of cheating in 9 games. Charges dropped due to lack of evidence. Suspected ties to underground betting rings."
The murmurs in the hall grew. Whispers passed from corner to corner. Even the players who had kept silent so far leaned in at the mention of Ryota's uncanny success rate.
Ryota smirked, but his gaze shifted — locking momentarily onto Vayunesh, who stood quietly with arms crossed. Something about him didn't sit right.
Then came Vayunesh's profile.
"Vayunesh Pradhan — no known criminal record. Physical attributes show peak-level strength. Involved in multiple unreported underground fights, though never arrested. No official record of violent behavior or organized crime."
The room fell silent. Some raised their eyebrows in confusion. How could someone like him, with no serious offenses, land here?
Ryota narrowed his eyes, suspicion rising.
"That guy's hiding something…" he muttered under his breath.
The voice didn't stop. It moved on, faster now.
"Laras — charged with four homicides. Victims were confirmed members of a local criminal gang attempting to assassinate her father, a state tax collector. Subsequent allegations of further vigilante killings never substantiated."
Gasps broke out. A few players shifted uncomfortably as Laras looked away, jaw clenched.
"Tengis — Mongolian ex-soldier. Participated in failed defense campaign against Chinese incursion. Among the few survivors. After defeat, disappeared from national records. Presumed dead by Mongolian Defense Ministry. Reappeared under a new identity."
His hands curled into fists, eyes staring into the void as the voice spoke of his homeland's fall. Those memories weren't scars—they were open wounds.
"Waru — black market entrepreneur. Specialized in weapons trade, organ harvesting, and illegal trafficking. Estimated net worth exceeds $92 million. Wanted in 7 countries."
"Zelika Amare — businesswoman turned enforcer. Accused of manipulating corporate takeovers by force. Suspected of at least 11 strategic assassinations to secure trade routes in war-torn regions."
"Aruemseo and Gyumin — attempted illegal border crossing into South Korea. Captured by soldier who, instead of arresting, let them flee. They later built a modest life, staying off the grid. Coincidentally, the soldier who showed mercy is also a player… indicted by GAC for desertion and harboring fugitives."
The hall murmured again. The weight of so many hidden stories pressed down like a storm cloud. Yet still, the voice continued—relentless.
"Ajit Rao — former GAC agent. Left the organization under mysterious circumstances. Allegations of internal betrayal remain unproven. Known to have trained the player Vayunesh Pradhan."
Vayunesh's eyes widened, his fists slightly trembling. The secret he had buried deep was now public record. Even his teacher had once been a part of this twisted system.
On and on it went. The files seemed endless.
Day turned into night, then back into day. The voice never tired — it wasn't human.
An AI was feeding the information non-stop, almost like it was reading from an endless book of sins. Some players had long fallen asleep, backs pressed against the cold walls, arms used as pillows. Others whispered, argued, and speculated. Alliances formed, rivalries deepened, and fears brewed.
Some laughed nervously, brushing off the truth. Others hid tears, their shame laid bare. A few stared blankly at the floor, unable to process the exposure.
By the end of it, they all realized one terrifying fact:
In this game, no mask would stay on for long.Not your crimes. Not your lies. Not even your silence.
Because here, the Game Agents already knew everything.