100 Lives Game Novels & Stories

Andrea just secretly rolled her eyes to him and looked at Franklin who was riding the cart. The game was called game of the death, or chivalry death game. Any number of participants can enter the game. Now, there are only two numbers of participants, Alpha Homer was entrusted to be Alpha by the small version of Andrea, and Franklin who was entrusted fully by Andrea. In the game, there are two sets. First, the participants need to ride in the cart while the two horses are dragging the cart while running spontaneously around the oval.

To the surprise of everyone she beckons to the announcer and he walks in she smiles and opens her hands as if to say give me the mic and he does. " How about we play a game , if you feel I can't last 10 minutes before being killed then why not bet 1million right now, if I finish him in less than 10 minutes then you give me double that amount, but if I loose I pay blackthorn here that same amount, plus you get to watch me being maimed"

After saying that, Fane said in exasperation, "I feel like that hero who created the Whirling World is pretty bad at naming. Can't he name things a bit better?" Rudy was in no mood to care about that. He was incredibly excited when he heard that a lot would die. He pulled at Fane and asked, "Quickly tell me the rules–I'm so curious." Fane nodded, simply explaining the rules. The slaughter game was different from the slaughter gambit. The slaughter gambit needed ten participants, but the slaughter game needed two hundred and twenty. After two hundred and twenty participants registered, the slaughter game would start. All of the participants would start killing each other, and the game would s

At the far end was a massive red door. "Attention, players!" the voice boomed again. "Processing is complete. You are now four thousand players ready to begin THE SURVIVAL GAME!" The crowd murmured nervously. "Let me explain the rules," the voice continued. "You will compete in games for forty days. Each day is one round, and each round, players will be eliminated. The last player standing after forty days wins the grand prize: you get to return to your life, and you get one wish granted. Anything you desire!"

‎“As a special treat for playing along—you’ll keep anything you manage to steal, earn, or survive long enough to claim. And if you somehow entertain us through all twenty games, we’ll send you back ten years with your memories intact… plus one little wish.” ‎My intrigues were immediately plagued, and apparently I wasn't the only one, cause all those gloomy faces from a while back lit up instantly. ‎Indeed, that was quite a selfless offer... Ten years back– when my parents were still alive and I was still pure and innocent, free from the baggage of life. ‎It was the perfect opportunity to make things right. ‎“All one hundred players are ready.” The voice purred with delight. “Lights up. Audie

And a life for a life. I could gather five million. Even if it were ten or 20 million, I would sell everything, take out loans, and even resort to loan sharks to save Melody. But the demand for a life… I had to call the police. There was no other way. Just pressing those three buttons soaked me in a cold sweat. My finger hovered over the dial button. However, as if weighed down by an invisible mountain, I couldn't click on it. Before I could press it, the screen suddenly lit up with an incoming call.

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.

"For fairness, how about we play a little game?" Blade twirled his revolver, a smile on his serious face. "Let's bet our lives with this revolver! We'll point it at our own heads and leave it to fate. You'll have five chances. Each time, I'll add a bullet to this revolver. If you pass all five times, I'll spare everyone here." "Deal," Frederick replied without hesitation. The room erupted into chaos. Jennifer pursed her lips, her face drained of color. "Are you insane? Why did you agree to play this deadly game? That's a loaded gun! One wrong move and you're dead!"

I slipped off my heels, dropped my purse onto the table, and moved toward the glowing gaming consoles, ready to play with him. Evan shuffled through the drawers and picked up two controllers, handing one to me with a grin on his face. I took it and sat on the soft leather hair beside him. As the screen flickered to life, the room was instantly filled with cheerful music and bright light. “Which one do you want to play?” he asked, scrolling through the games with practiced ease. “You choose,” I replied, leaning back and letting him take the lead. He chose a bright racing game, one with colorful cars and absurd tracks that looped through mountains and oceans. Within seconds, our avatars were l

she asked cautiously, her unease growing with every passing second. The Time Keeper raised his hand, and the room seemed to still, as though even the air was waiting for his decree. "Rule one," he began, his voice low and firm. "You must not interfere directly in the lives of the living. You may observe, listen, and follow, but physical interaction is forbidden unless absolutely necessary." Alessia frowned. "Why? If I can’t interact, how am I supposed to complete my task?" The Time Keeper's gaze sharpened. "Direct interference could disrupt the balance between life and death. If you tip that balance, your soul will be severed from your body permanently."