A Gamer's Guide Novels & Stories

I trembled while reading the game’s guidebook. [Play your character well, and don’t reveal your identity as a player to the ghouls.] [There is a safe time period every day from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. Unless you enter a danger zone, ghouls will not attack players during this time.] [If you survive five days, you will win the game and be rewarded.] I put the leaflet down, feeling ill at ease. My hands were sweating. It was a horrible situation to be in. The game had not even started. No matter which way I looked at it, I had no chance of winning.

"Do you want to play a match?" I hesitated for a moment before responding. "No, I was the guy you beat two days ago." His response was immediate. "I don't remember." But when I explained everything to him, he understood immediately. "Ah, Gamer Pavilion. What do you want?" he asked. I took a deep breath before asking, "I want you to teach me how to play well, if you don't mind." "Hmm, well, no problem!" he replied. With Gamer Frozen's guidance, I learned new tactics and strategies that I hadn't considered before. He taught me how to shield myself, how to anticipate my opponent's moves, and how to stay focused under pressure. I thanked him profusely, feeling grateful for his help.

CHAPTER 69 THIRD-PERSON POV The big dome was filled with screams and cheers from the fans of XIX Tier gaming as they got more kills and getting an advantage on the game. The opposing team is now trying to find a way to recover but the XIX tier will not let them do that. They have prepared more to amaze the audience. Ashley looks more intently in the game gaining more interest in the guy he has been calling a jerk. She was amazed at how Ren played the champion who was supposed to be hard to play with yet he make it seem so easy. She was beginning to feel interested.

He practically tripped over himself getting to his gaming system, setting it up with the kind of practiced efficiency that spoke of hours spent on this hobby. As he launched the game and started explaining the controls, I found myself relaxing slightly. This was easy, safe. This was a kid being excited about something he loved, wanting to share it with someone new. There were no hidden agendas, no manipulations, no tests to pass or fail. "Okay, so you press this button to aim, and this one to shoot," Ollie was saying, demonstrating on his own controller. "And if you need to reload, it's this button here. The important thing is to stay in cover and not rush in, because—"

“Sir, I know you have lots of questions, I will tell you, but please don't ask me for the name of the man or the family that did this to me.. Sooner or later I will tell you” He nodded, and for about an hour, I narrated everything to him, without mentioning Logan, or his family’s name. I told him about my plans, and how hungry I was to take revenge on the family. “I hope you find your redemption, Ava.. I will take my leave” Lucas stood up to leave but I grabbed his hands. “Please, sir.. Help me out.. I have no one or anywhere to go.. Please help me” he sat down back on the chair, and I saw his eyes lit. ”Revenge is a dangerous game, you might also end up dead, and..”

River asked. "This game is the easiest one we have here. You should start with it, little fawn. I'll be over there working on something." He pointed to a desk and chair not too far away. With that, he stood up, moved the chair to a corner, and instructed. "Follow the guidelines, and trust me, you'll be fine.” Before walking to the desk and sitting down. "Never underestimate a woman." River declared firmly as she pressed a button on the console. The game's title. "Godzilla Kong Kill." Appeared against a vibrant background.

Ryder suggested with a shrug. Tyler shrugged too. “Yeah, okay.” We headed to the lounge, and Ryder got to work setting up the console. “Have you ever played before?” Tyler asked me. I shook my head a little awkwardly. “Can’t say we were much of a ‘gaming’ family,” I revealed. “It’s fine. It’s super easy. You’ll get it in no time,” he assured me with an encouraging smile. “So, winner stays on, loser switches,” Ryder explained, handing me a controller.

Something flickered in his expression before he looked away. ​"Good choice," he said. "Memorable but not obvious." ​Jett downloaded a game he thought would be best for me from Epic Games. While it installed, he explained the basic mechanics. He sat close to me, pointing things out on the screen, his shoulder occasionally brushing mine. The d******d finished and Jett launched the tutorial. "Try the practice match first. I will walk you through it." ​I put on my new headset. The audio was crystal clear. I picked my character based on who looked the coolest and entered the arena.

My heart was failing but it was at those moments, I felt a strange peace within myself. This is what death feels like… it’s very lonely. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey readers, if you have gotten this far in the chapter, congratulations because you have finished the first book series of A Game of Chess: Queens to King.

Keon sat in the low glow of his gaming room, eyes glued to the monitor as his fingers danced across the keyboard and mouse. The rhythmic clicking echoed through the room, the sound of rapid-fire shots and explosions filling the air as he maneuvered his character through an intense solo match. On the screen, his avatar weaved through enemy fire, jumping between platforms and dodging obstacles in a futuristic, high-tech battlefield—a game that required not just skill but lightning-fast reflexes.