Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Due to Team 3 not immediately seeking cover upon entering the second stage, the opposing staff with about 10 people strong, directly stormed the field. They launched an attack from the sandbags in the third 

stage. 

Caught off guard, the students stood frozen as paint bullets exploded around their legs. Within seconds, seven or eight students were eliminated. 

“Find cover, quick!” one student finally shouted, but it was too late. Several paint bullets hit their mark, 

coating the remaining students in bright yellow paint.. 

Marcus made it through the smoke to the second stage, only to find his teammates looking dejected and 

cursing. 

“What-” Marcus started to say but was immediately hit in the chest with several paint bullets from the 

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Lawrence rubbed his forehead in frustration. 

Meanwhile, students from the other teams were laughing hysterically. 

“They couldn’t even get past the second stage. What a joke!” 

“They totally froze when the other side changed tactics!” 

“It’s easy to talk big. You guys would freeze too if you were out there!” 

“That’s nonsense. They had a good 10 seconds to react when they reached the second stage. It’s their 

own fault for not reacting.” 

“Team 3, leave the field. Team 4, get ready!” Lawrence announced loudly through his megaphone. 

Team 3’s students left the field, grumbling and dejected. 

Learning from Team 3’s mistakes, Team 4 planned to quickly clear the first stage and immediately seek 

cover. 

After 10 minutes of preparation, Team 4 began their mission, 

They quickly cleared the first stage and successfully pushed back the staff at the second stage. The third and fourth stages were similarly manageable. 

However, they faced about 10 staff members standing their ground at the fifth stage. 

“Open fire, guys!” the team leader shouted excitedly. But when he pulled the trigger, he realized his paint bullets had already run out. 

“Fire! Why aren’t you firing?” The leader turned to his teammates. 

They all shook their heads. 

“I’m out of ammo!” 

2/2 

“Me too!” 

“Damn it! We should have conserved ammo at the second stage!” 

The leader could only manage a bitter laugh. They had aimed to learn from Team 3’s mistakes and succeed but had failed at the final hurdle. 

Suddenly, a fist–sized paint grenade flew toward them. Team 4’s students didn’t even bother to dodge. 

“Oh my…” Lawrence sighed, picking up the megaphone. 

Through gritted teeth, he announced, “Team 4, mission failed. Team 5, get ready!”