100 Lives Game Novels & Stories

He says “You have all made it through the second sub-level of the Lunar Games, except one.” His words were hollow. Another girl was missing. One more life is claimed by this absurd game. Two girls were dead. Their absence was just a reminder of how close we all were to death. "You’ll have time to rest before the next phase," Darius continued, his tone indifferent. "But don’t get too comfortable. The games are far from over." I didn’t need his reminder. The burning in my skin, the ache in my muscles, the emptiness in my chest, the memory of the dead girls—all of it was enough to keep me painfully aware of just how far from safety we were.

A group of cobra snakes on a torch, wooden branches, and rocks to make a fire. "Damn!" exclaimed Leon. This was only the third level in the game, there were still dozens of levels in this game and he didn't want to waste a single life now. There are only three lives. Leon didn't remember any cobras in this game before. Now he doubts what happened in this game is because of a bug.

"There are lots of rooms in there, each with its own... 'occupant.' You need to pick a place to stay, then figure out how to survive their welcome for ten days." Everyone started heading for the manor. I followed behind, without noticing glowing comments floating in the air above us. 【Livestream Viewers: 233,847】 【Comment 1: lol more newbies here to die】 【Comment 2: a face-blind girl in a horror game? she won't even see it coming lmao】 【Comment 3: Sensory deficiencies in an S-class game is suicide】 【Comment 4: wait, i've heard of this game. even the legendary guild leader of Nightfall got his whole team wiped out here】

a room full of blood the length of the blood in the room was 2 cm, it was the blood of 100 people, the defence minister made a small mistake, that is why he kept in a room with the new owner of the Illuminati, the owner was a 28-year-old man, when was teaching discipline to him, and punish him for his mistake. the rule of game is simple, on the death of every pawn their real family member will be killed, and at the last, if the general loses he will get a chance to shoot the owner with revolvers but he gets only one chance with only 3 bullets if he failed then general will get killed.

I was sucked into some game world with 99 other people. The system's robotic voice announced, "Welcome, all 100 players, to the Survival of the Poorest. Starting funds: 50 dollars. Objective: Survive 7 days inside the game. The winner gets one million dollars in prize money! Overspending, dying, or stepping outside the designated area will be treated as a forfeit, and you will carry one million dollars in debt." The voice paused for a moment. Then, with a sly tone, it continued, "Now then, do any cowards want to back out?"

"Go on will you?" "As I was saying." This time Ten directed all his attention to Luna and Wei who seemed to be the only ones interested. "The name of the game is 'KILL THE SHITTY KILLER MONSTERS.'" "Definitely a shitty game." Emma quipped. "And I agree." Sandra nodded along In confirmation." Ignoring the both of them Ten continued. "The game is pretty simple. Like the name is implies. It's just killing those guys over there who can't come across from over here."

“What’s going to happen?” “He’ll probably be here for a few days, and then my parents will take him home and try to get him into rehab again. This is another reason why I didn’t bring him up, Quinn,” Archer says, and the emotion in his voice kills me. “This happens over and over, and this won’t be the last time.” The microwave beeps in the background. “Anyway, I looked up robot fights while I was waiting and I have to say it’s pretty fucking cool.” “It is! Careful you don’t get sucked in. You’ll start watching a fight or two here and there and then it becomes your life and you’re under-the-table funding lasers to go on your team’s robot.”

“But I can promise she’ll never know this part of you. That’s all I can give you.” Luca nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Then we’re agreed.” Montez clapped him on the shoulder, though his chest felt heavy. “Go then. And may you live to regret this decision.” Luca chuckled. “Thank you, Boss.” The memory shifted into the last time Montez saw him alive. Blood, gunfire, chaos in the streets. A mission gone wrong exactly as he had predicted. Luca’s lifeless body pulled from the wreckage and tossed by the lake. His promise burned into Montez’s mind even as the police built their story.

"I'm not!" “Then come in," Chase challenged. With one withering look at his brother, Drew removed his shoes and jumped in. "Sweet baby Jesus!" He exclaimed when the cold hit him. "It gets better Drew,” Leigh assured him, already urging him on to her side. "I call TEAM TINY LEIGH!" He announced—more like shouted to his brother, his mouth curved in a sneer. "Okay so, we each get ten lives," Willis began, already mapping out a game plan for them. "Once the ball hits you, you lose a life. First team to lose ten lives total wins," he concluded. 'Okay?"

I wasn't able to pull all of them out, although they would've survived even without my intervention. Perhaps that was true. They may not need any sort of assistance, but for sure I’m definitely not gonna regret everything, or better yet I cannot regret it. The other target had been successfully killed. The game had concluded and the killers were declared the winner of the tenth round. Based on my count, 25 people still remain alive, judging from the pace of the game… There are about two months before the game concludes its final stages. In those two months I could die. Perhaps I would be lucky to become the last one to survive. In that time do I even deserve to live? What would happen to me