CF: After a Hundred Cities

At the end of that game, the team fell apart. I put the peripherals into the box and vowed never to touch FPS again. I thought the story would end here. Ten years later, in an Internet cafe, a seventeen-year-old boy used my retired game ID to defeat all the masters in the black city. He pushed a Hundred Cities League registration form in front of me. The old dream has been shattered, but the playing field is still there. The loser who once fell in the first round, this time, returned to the Hundred Cities as a coach. One generation comes to an end and another comes to the fore. The Hundred Cities never ends, it's just the next generation's turn.