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CHAPTER 103 – Admin Access

작가: Mercy V.
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Stepping through the door felt like walking into pure thought.

There was no sense of a threshold under my boots, no physical jamb to brush my shoulder against. One second, my pen was touching a crackling script; the next, the world dropped away.

We stepped into code‑space.

Not the white‑box grid of the in‑between.

Not any world’s skin.

This was the inside of the machine.

Symbols floated in the dark like schools of fish—glyphs in languages I half‑recognized from the consoles, strings of 1s and 0
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  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 124 – Final Page

    Behind them, the pen in her bag hummed once, faint and content.Ahead of them, the night stretched, full of nothing more threatening than closed cafés and overwatered plants in shop windows.They walked on, hand in hand, unafraid of the next stop.A few nights later, the city outside was hushed under a thin veil of mist. Streetlights blurred at the edges; car noise was a dull, distant hiss. In the apartment, the only light came from the lamp on Willa’s desk and the soft blue spill of her laptop screen.She sat forward in her chair, shoulders hunched in the way she’d promised herself to unlearn, fingers poised over the keys.The manuscript file was open.*Bus to Nowhere – Draft 4*.Chapter 32.The last one.On the page, Mara and her monster analog had survived their version of the game. The system had been torn down and rebuilt. The bus had become a symbol, not a sentence.There was one scene left.One line, really.The one that would tell readers what kind of story this had been all a

  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 123 – One Last Scare (Light, Soft Heat)

    Somewhere far above, in a small apartment smelling of coffee and cheap candles, a real pen sat in a chipped mug on a writer’s desk, very slightly warm to the touch.The theater was half‑empty.Wednesday, late showing, a movie that had been out just long enough to slide from “must see” to “we’ll catch it eventually.” The air smelled like butter‑flavored chemicals and overpriced candy. The seats were the kind that had ambitions of being recliners and had fallen just short.Willa sat in the dark beside Corvin, paper tub of popcorn between them, feeling almost smug about how extraordinarily unremarkable the evening was.No hidden objectives.No warning banners.Just previews and stale air‑conditioning and a teenager two rows down who kept whisper‑arguing with his date about whether horror “counted as cinema.”“This is research,” Willa murmured, leaning toward Corvin. “For my professional development.”“Mm,” he said. “Of course. Very serious work.”He passed her the soda.His fingers brush

  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 122 – Echoes in the New System

    At the moment?” she said. “Yeah. I think I am.”And the story—At least this version of it—Was finally reaching someone other than the game.Far from Willa’s apartment, past the edges of any sky she could see from her window, something moved through a space that wasn’t quite a world and wasn’t quite nothing.Not the white void she’d drifted in.Not the nightmare mash‑up the Game had built.A structure.Subtle.Most living souls would never touch it awake. They’d skim its surface in dreams, in déjà vu, in the strange clarity of near‑death experiences.Inside, souls moved.Not in buses.Not herded through arenas.One at a time, or in small clusters, they stepped into rooms that felt half‑memory, half‑metaphor.A classroom that smelled of chalk and old shame, where a man who’d never finished his degree sat opposite a younger version of himself and finally said, out loud, that his worth hadn’t hinged on a piece of paper.A quiet kitchen, late at night, where a woman stood at a sink and s

  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 121 – Tying Up Loose Ends

    She was writing the next one herself.Two weeks later, Willa found herself standing on a familiar porch, staring at a door she’d once dreaded.Her parents’ house hadn’t changed much.Same faded welcome mat.Same slightly crooked porch light.The same potted plant her mother kept insisting wasn’t dead yet.What had changed was the weight in her chest.Before, coming home had felt like stepping into a role she didn’t remember auditioning for: Dutiful Daughter, Minimizer of Achievements, Emotional Shock Absorber.Now, she had a partner who’d kissed her forehead at the train station, squeezed her hand, and said, “Call me if you need extraction,” with a smile that told her he believed she could handle this—and that he’d happily be the getaway driver if she decided she didn’t want to.She rang the bell.Her mother opened the door, apron on, flour on one cheek.“Willa!” she exclaimed, pulling her into a hug that smelled like cinnamon and cleaning spray. “You’re late. I thought you’d missed t

  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 120 – Real Confession & Peaceful Night

    Outside, the rain had stopped. In the quiet that followed, the fridge hummed and Corvin’s hand settled, warm and steady, on her shoulder—ordinary sounds, ordinary touch, holding the weight of an extraordinary story finally set down.The rest of the evening slid by in small, unremarkable ways that would’ve felt like miracles in any other world.They ate something vaguely resembling dinner.Argued half‑seriously over which movie to put on in the background.Got distracted ten minutes in when the plot involved a haunted house with a basement and Willa had to pause to add “4) Basements” to their “Not Allowed To Try To Kill Us” list on the coffee table.By the time the credits rolled, the apartment had settled into that deep, late quiet—traffic noise thinned, neighbor’s TV turned down, the radiator ticking softly as it cooled.Willa found herself back at the desk, tinkering absently with a paragraph that didn’t actually need tinkering, just for something to do with her hands.Behind her, o

  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 119 – Writing in Peace

    He reached out slowly, like he wasn’t sure if touching me in this world would Months later—measured this time in rent payments, drafts, and grocery runs instead of death rounds—Willa sat at her desk in a small but stubbornly cozy apartment.Not lavish.Not Instagram‑ready.Hers.The desk was old, rescued from a curb, its surface scored with faint knife marks and ink stains. She’d sanded it down herself one weekend, Corvin holding it steady while she cursed at the sander. Now it held her laptop, an overworked lamp, a chipped mug full of pens (one of which hummed faintly when she brushed it), and a stack of notebooks.The bedroom door stayed open without any sense that something would creep through it.No Ethan’s jacket on the chair.There is no stray sock of his under the bed.He was a closed file now—somewhere far back in the cabinet of her life, labeled and dusty. It's not a ghost. Just… a bad chapter she didn’t reread anymore.The only photos on her walls were ones she’d chosen: a

  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 98 – Cracks in Heaven

    The first day, I pretended.It was easy to let the script run.Shower. Clothes. Breakfast. Answer a text from my mother where she used three emojis in a row and asked, again, if I’d considered coming home for Thanksgiving “now that the book is out.” Trade messages with Jax about some movie he wante

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  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 93 – Offer Rejected

    The Hall didn’t give us time to catch our breath.One second, Jax and Selene were stepping back toward the main corridor, doors winking out around them in a cascade of fading light. The next, the floor lurched under all of us—me, Corvin, Jax, Selene—as if some enormous hand had grabbed the whole st

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  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 92 – JAX ’s Choice

    The Hall of Endings wasn’t just Willa’s.At some point, between one breath and the next, the perspective shifted.Willa’s corridor blurred to static in the periphery.When it cleared, it wasn’t her hand on a doorknob anymore.It was Jax’s.He stood in a side branch of the Hall—narrower, slightly di

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-31

  • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn   CHAPTER 77 – Ethics of Cheating [Part 1]

    They didn’t give us much time to enjoy not being dead.A metal door irised open off the side of the platform and a segment of railing sank into the floor, creating an exit chute just wide enough for the three of us.“Contestants,” the city’s voice purred above the applause, “please clear the finish

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