95, 96, 97, 98, 99…
Everyone counted, with Seth, the closer he got to the 100th step, the more unnerved those below became.
They attributed all his success so far to the secret substance he was taking at every interval.
Honestly everyone watching wished they could rob him of whatever magic juice was keeping him going.
Alas taking such a route would only lead to violence which would then lead to death.
Worse, they knew that the option of taking this human with them to the grave wasn't feasible.
The system only targeted those that broke the rules and unless Seth was dumb enough to react to the taunts he would remain fine.
"Everyone! Listen up!" A voice suddenly boomed, echoing for all of those at the lower steps.
Everyone turned their gaze, focusing on the speaker, it was a candidate of the Felite race.
A race of people related to the feline species, so the speaker looked like a humanoid leopard of sorts.
