"I've been busy as well," Deus responded to her.<br/><br/>"Oh?" Reina asked, cocking one eyebrow and laughing slightly. "Doing what?"<br/><br/>"You're about to find out," he said. "You're just in time for the meeting."<br/><br/>"Meeting?" Reina asked. "Have you invited some friends over, Deus?" Reina asked, clearly joking.<br/><br/>Deus was silent for a moment. "No, not friends. We'll all be playing a game soon. It will be every man for himself."<br/><br/>Reina narrowed her eyed slightly. For a figment of her imagination, Deus always seemed to be quite... independent. "What are you talking about, Deus?" Reina asked slowly.<br/><br/>Deus turned and raised his hands dramatically. "Let the meeting for the survival games begin!"<br/><br/>Reina had to shield her eyes at the blinding light that filled the room. The next thing she knew, she was standing on one of thirteen hovering circles. Deus was on the biggest one in the middle, but for some reason, she couldn't see what the other twelve people looked like. They were shrouded by some sort of shadows. It was really strange.<br/><br/>"The twelve of you have been assembled in order to compete in a survival game," Deus called out. "You will each have a diary which can predict the future."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wha--?</span>Reina thought, suddenly flashing back to the incident with her phone.<span style="font-style: italic">No. This isn't even real. Deus is just...</span><br/><br/>"You will all play the game until only one of you is left alive. There can be no backing out. The winner..." Deus continued, "will take my place, as god!"<br/><br/>"Deus!" Reina called out. "What do you mean by all of this? Are you saying you're... all of this... Isn't this just in my imagination?"<br/><br/>"All of this is real," Deus replied firmly. "I am a god. Is it so hard to believe a god would be capable of existing in people's imaginations? I have chosen the twelve of you," he said, turning to once again address all of them, "as possible successors to take my place as god."<br/><br/>"From the right," he said, "to the left, numbers one through twelve."<span style="font-style: italic">That makes me six...</span>Reina thought. "Your first task is to find out who the other diary holders are, then you must eliminate them. Only one can become god."<br/><br/>"Know this," Deus said in a very serious tone. "Your diary predicts the future, but it also holds your future within it. If the diary is destroyed, you will cease to exist. Also, it is possible to "change" the future. For instance, when the dead end sign comes up in your diary, it means you will die. However, if you don't do what the diary says you would, you can "change" what it says, and possibly avoid death. Now, use whatever skills you have at your disposal! Show me which of you is worthy of becoming god!"<br/><br/>There was another flash of light and Reina shot up in her bed. "Was that... a dream?" She found herself opening her phone.<span style="font-style: italic">Is this really... the future?</span>