100 Lives Game Novels & Stories

SURVIVAL MILESTONE ACHIEVED REWARD AUTHORIZED Kai frowned immediately. "Oh, that's definitely a trap." Noah pointed at the screen. "Why does reward sound threatening?" The next words appeared. THREE EXTRA LIFE MEDALS GRANTED Even Jax looked surprised. The message continued. EACH PLAYER HAS BEEN AWARDED THREE RESURRECTIONS UPON DEATH: LIFE CONSUMED UPON LOSS OF ALL LIVES: PERMANENT ERASURE USE THEM WISELY Above every player's head, glowing numbers appeared.

The phone buzzed. WELCOME TO THE HIVE, 407. The $100,000 prize is a collective pool. Every time a candidate is eliminated, the pool for the survivors grows. > Rule #1: Survival is not a solo sport. It is a winnowing. Rule #2: Do not leave the apartment until the 'Hunt' begins at 06:00. "Eliminated?" Elara felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. "What kind of game is this?"

《SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED》 Survive the Trial. Find the True Lifeline. Failure = permanent erasure. My heart thudded so hard it hurt. “Who… who are you?” The voice continued calmly. 《RULES TO JOIN THE SURVIVAL GAMES》 Rule1: The road ahead is endless. Do not leave the truck no matter what. Rule 2: If you see yourself again do not look twice. Rule 3: If the lights go out, pray they come back. If they don’t come after 3 seconds… close your eyes and count to 10.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

A large number of people staring up at him with the kind of silence that comes right before something terrible. "The game is called Takeout," he mentioned. "The rules are simple. You have ten minutes to kill as many players as possible. For every player you eliminate, you receive five of their lives to carry into future rounds." He tilted his head slightly. "Protect yourself or don't….That is entirely up to you." Nobody moved. "Guards." The doors above the platform opened. Crates dropped from the ceiling on thick cables and hit the floor with a sound like cannon fire, splitting open on impact. Guns, knives, batons, and rope spilled out across the black tile in every direction.

Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous. Pete Foxhorn owned Foxhorn Promotions, and he'd not only enticed away a couple of their major clients in recent months, but he'd also initiated a public relations campaign against their company. It was a filthy pool, but that didn't surprise Anika. Foxhorn was merciless, and he would go to any length to win. "Well, yes," Anika said quietly. "His ad executives are trying their best to talk to Casper." "Is there any reason why you aren't?"

I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

I was too pissed to do anything else, really. “…Let me see it,” I said suddenly, cutting their banter short. Ian unlocked his phone and slid it across the table to me. I played the video. The clip opened mid-play. The camera angle was from the stands—slightly shaky, zoomed in too tight—like whoever recorded it knew something special was about to happen. The score flashed briefly at the bottom of the screen. MILTON LIONS 28 — EASTBROOK RAVENS 10 The Ravens were on offense.

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

to herself. "So the Auction starts with a sum of 100,000 naira." The host said "200,000" someone from behind "500,000" another said "A million naira" another random person "3 million naira" Phil said. This got Laura shocked. "Phil, what are you doing?" She whispered to him. His only response to her question was a smile. He knew how much she liked painting. "5 million" the Previous man said. "7 million" Phil