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Finn’s teammates were all dead.
He eagerly sent a team invitation.
“I did it, they’re dead, come on, Iris!”
“To be so manipulative just to be alone with me, you really are…”
I immediately screenshotted our private chat and posted it in the group.
2.50 PM
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The people in the group were busy escaping and hadn’t paid much attention to the few who had just died, but my message must have been set to special notification for many, and they instantly exploded.
“I can’t believe the Vice President is this kind of person!”
“To lick Iris’s boots, he’d even harm his own buddies? He always acted so fair, it turns out he’s a real backstabbing jerk!”
“Zack, Caleb, Blake! Did you see that?! Your ‘good brother‘ killed the other good brothers!”
“Finn! I’ll haunt you even as a
ghost!!”
“Kill him! Whoever sees Finn, kill him for me! Take his ability! Let him die a gruesome death!”
Finn’s carefully cultivated image as the “good Vice President,” “good brother,” and “gentle and reliable” man completely crumbled.
He frantically private messaged me, one after another.
“Iris, how could you send that?”
“I did it for you! I did it for our future!”
“Take it back! Please take it back!”
“Those people in the group are still useful to me, don’t ruin me!”
The curses in the group chat continued to escalate. Some murder of teammates and demanding his ability be stripped.
even started frantically @-ing the system, reporting Finn for malicious
Finn’s private messages stopped for a moment, then resumed with a bitter, defeated air and blustering but inwardly terrified tone:
“Iris! You’re ruthless! Fine! You’re ruthless!”
“You think this clears you? You think they’ll be grateful to you? Dream on! They’ll hate you just as much!”
“Just wait! When they recover, you’re next!”
¡directly closed his private chat window and blocked him.
