Twenty turns. When I thought about where he would move his pieces and the spaces I could escape toward, his troops would reach mine with a few more turns to spare until the 100th turn he had confidently declared. I was certain he was only thinking about capturing my king because he ignored my bait and didn’t waste his turn chasing after the troops that ran away.

‘Should I have assigned more troops to the king?’

I spread my troops out to avoid annihilation, but the bait didn’t work because he knew he wouldn’t be able to capture my king within 100 turns if he went after all my troops.

‘My fingers…’

I could probably stick them back, but I didn’t like the pain.

A part of me wanted to punch that crazy bastard, and naturally, I considered doing it.

I endured it as much as I could, but there was nowhere else I could retreat to, and his troops were closing in from all directions. There was a limit to how far back the king could be moved, and the majority of the subjects had already died as well.

I tapped the table with my finger, and he glanced at me. He was definitely still angry because he stared at me quietly and was probably...