100 Lives Game Novels & Stories

He suddenly started laughing. The ground started moving. What is happening? Everyone is separated from one another while the ground is raised high. The roots held the ground tight. "An individual duels," He said excitedly again. What? "So, here are the game rules. There are 10 of you, and you have 8 chances. You need to win 8 fights. You can use your powers to your full extent. If you lose, you are going to stay here until I get entertained. But if you win. I will send you to your destination immediately.

“—is to hunt each other down.” What. “With tomato guns,” he added. Oh. Oh. Okay. My heart, which had been preparing for cardiac arrest, slowed down slightly. So, is it actual hunting? And what do we get from that? “The rules are simple,” the host explained. “If you get hit, you’re out. The last two standing will win—” another pause, dragging out the suspense, “—one billion dollars.” I nearly fell out of my chair. One. Billion. Fucking. Dollars.

Regio doesn't just kill traitors; they can also be the traitors themselves. "Why don't you have a taste of our so-called wicked games?" Dominic grinned. "What the fuck do you mean—?" Suddenly, Jiro is faced with a game of chess on the table. "Chess. Classic. Pretty sure an old businessman like you is familiar with that board game, huh?" Leo said. "The rules are simple, Jiro." Kanji said. "If you win, you will receive ten million—" they explained, "but let's add five million to that, so in total, you'll receive fifteen million. Now, isn't that a bargain?"

I know how important it is for me. Three months later Today is a big day for me, I gonna participate in a game. I don't know what the game is but I have a hush that it's not any good game cause the winner will get into BLOOD. I mean the mafia gang Leo has and which is also from his generation. It's gonna happen in his base. This game is just for humans not for any other species. But the humans who participate are aware that they are singing the death sentence as well as death. If you win never can go out of BLOOD serve for them, fight for them and die for them. If you not I don't know exactly what they gonna do with them. By observing them all I think they will kill them.

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

"What are you going to do, Kenzo?" "I want to destroy her life, slowly. It's much more exciting than me killing her right away." Kenzo then noticed Matteo's hand which was moving his chess piece from where it was originally. Matteo looks really good at this strategy game. And when it was Kenzo's turn, he gave Matteo a sly grin. "I'm gonna sell that bitch at my Club, and I'm gonna make her a striptease dancer there." "She will definitely not survive with all of that. And after that, she will end her own life voluntarily," said Kenzo again.

l once again in level 2 which announces, " Welcome on level 2, here you will get 10 seconds to reach in level 3 room and for that you have to just select 10 right tiles Because of which you will be safe and hence after the buzzer honks you all have to be very quick on your feet And soon after the announcement the buzzer honks once again and everyone again starts the game and whoever was putting their feet on the wrong tiles they turning into ashes due to fire which used to burn them down arising below the tiles and till the end of 10 seconds and is reaching in level 3 room there was just fistful of us were remaining

It was a game where we could choose our roles. There were 36 of us, and as long as one person managed to achieve a 100% atonement score, the system would consider it a success for all of us. The game was streamed live across various platforms. Each of us was given a special phone by the system so we could communicate, watch the livestream, and read the scrolling comments. But we couldn't send any messages ourselves. There was also a merit vault where we could exchange merit points for items we wanted. Each of us started with 12 merit points.

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink