I'm the King of Battle Royale

I'm the King of Battle Royale

He wakes strapped to an execution chair. In a towering mirror, his double approaches with a knife and a crooked grin. Then the truth drops: he and tens of thousands are trapped in a deadly game. Want to live? Earn 100,000 points. Want out? Clear eighteen layers of hell. Lucky him… he can see every weakness. Game on.