From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

The revelation that Ty shared momentarily unsettled the fairy, her mind racing with questions about the true nature of their world and the games they were embroiled in. "Wh-What do you mean, after the stories you read to me before that rude Gui burned them, no he made this do something else."

"Focus, Recon Fairy," Ty gently urged, understanding her shock but emphasizing the importance of the tasks at hand. "I will explain to you another time, but please try to focus on the three tasks I need done so we can get back to Nanako, Todd, and everyone else. You are a big piece of this puzzle, okay?"

Her determination renewed by Ty's words, the fairy's eyes brightened. "Okay, so I will find Lt Daemon, find JJ and…" she paused, trying to recall the final task.

"You're going to find the strongest blue shirt and give him a message for me," Ty clarified. "It's worth a shot given the nature of this tournament."

The fairy nodded, a mix of determination and concern in her voice. "I-I see, okay. Well, I expect you to fully explain later what's going on, with only three days left until the fighting starts!"

"Yea, yea, just please do what you can to not get caught," Ty responded, the seriousness of their situation weighing on him.

Right! I will be back as soon as I can, as she stated this Ty watched her blue hue fade as she slowly became hard to see.

I wonder about her as well, but for now I can only trust her. Tysigned

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The fairy began to flutter and zip throughout the container room trying to navigate the dark room without her light proved challenging as she eventually manevuered around all the bodies sitting in quietness.

Until she softly landed on the otherside of the room as she could envision Ty slowly getting some sleep, at least she hoped so as she began to traverse the wall looking for a way to exit the room if any until she felt her feet come across a colder surface.

A metal door! Yay!

Running along the door she eventually landing on the handle of the door, yep locked as I expected, but I bet they have vent flaps in the door for air!

Jumping up and slightly illuminating herself to see the small vent that can be open or closed on the door.

As she poked her head through the vent, she realized they were contained within a larger room, their immediate environment a type of metal black container situated inside a bigger space.

"Strange," she mused, observing two guards stationed at each side of the black container, their backs to the white wall. Another door lay about 40 feet in front of her.

Gracefully descending from the vent, she landed on the ground. She noticed the second door wasn't sealed tightly and began to maneuver towards it, dimming her blue glow once more—though, she considered, it hardly mattered in the well-lit room, illuminated by several lights dangling from the ceiling.

Speeding toward the door, she quickly slipped under, catching a quick glance at the guards. They seemed tired, barely attentive to their surroundings.

She shrugged off their lackadaisical attitude as she slipped through the door's bottom gap, immediately greeted by a cold breeze. The wind fluttered across her body, nudging her slightly as she shielded her eyes against the rising sun, the open ocean sprawling before her.

"So Ty was right. They are staging them next to the ocean," she realized, flying up higher as chatter and commotion filled the air around her. It seemed like some type of sailing market was also situated nearby.

Her attention was then drawn to a building across from where she, Ty, and the others were held. Unlike the wooden and market buildings surrounding it, this one had a distinctly different aura—newly constructed, with a sign swinging above the entrance that read "Volunteer Housing."

As she floated around, a thought struck her, "I'm sure the person Ty is thinking about is here," she mused while circling the windows, trying to peek inside.

The first thing she noticed was many people in fancy clothes enjoying nice living conditions, all laughing and having a good time. "Hey, it's that guy from before. He must be popular, with three girls around him. But where's the bulky guy?" she wondered. Flying around the house, she counted only 14 people inside, all appearing to be high-maintenance. "Maybe it's only for rich people who volunteered?"

Suddenly, a voice from behind her made her startle as she perched atop the house. "That's right, all those people in there are family royalty with a good amount of money and sponsors."

The fairy yelped, spinning around to face the speaker. "Wh- Wh, oh Lt Daemon! What are you doing here? I was supposed to be the one who found you," she exclaimed, her surprise evident at encountering the very person she had been sent to find.

"Yeah, I went to the prison to check in with the Demon Boy, but it seems they got the jump on me and moved him. So, I started searching around and found you floating around the rich people's house," Lt Daemon explained, revealing his own efforts to track Ty's whereabouts.

"I already assumed he'd be close to the water but not literally 10 feet from it. I suspect it's to do with him more than anything else," he mused, indicating the strategic placement of the prisoners near the ocean. His gaze then shifted back to the fairy. "Why were you looking for me, anyway?" the lieutenant inquired.

"Oh, Ty asked me to do some recon work and to find you, to let him know he needs one more sparring session before he ships out," the fairy responded, a hint of urgency in her voice.

She quickly added, "Also, please don't tell him you found me because I'm terrible at doing recon work."

The lieutenant chuckled, a soft sound that carried a mix of amusement and reassurance. "I'm glad I was able to get you to stay with him, at least. I will keep that between us. Try not to get spotted too much, though. A fairy flying around isn't the most common thing here."

His tone then shifted back to curiosity, "Was that all he wanted, or was there anything else you needed to take care of?"

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