Danganronpa V3 Trial 4 Novels & Stories

Eden said feeling determined, let's see how long that lasts. Eden headed back to the agency and unlocked the office, opening Malakai’s password. Now the real question being, what the hell was the password? It could literally be anything, Malakai was such a closed off person, and his passwords could range from anything. So first she tried the basic ones. His birthday. Nope. Eden’s birthday. Nope. Lilith’s birthday. Nope. the date of the fire. Nope. the date of his parents' deaths. Nope. What was left? Nothing. She tried a bunch of random numbers and letters but Malakai was smarter than that.

Not distant. Just… exposed. He didn’t look at Derek. He looked at me. “You shouldn’t face this blindly,” he said. Derek turned sharply. “This isn’t your place.” “It is, if she’s the one bleeding,” Jax replied. Silence stretched between them. I spoke before it turned into something else. “Tell me.” Jax shifted his weight. “The Luna Trial has three parts.” Derek’s eyes darkened. “You’re not supposed to—”

There was no disembodied voice to tell me if I had passed the third trial but the exit door was open and I ran out. And yes. The fourth trial was still worse than the third. I wrestled with Adelyn or more accurately, I was trying to avoid the silver headed straight for my belly. In the last trial, Wrath had the most deceptively easiest rules. Take and keep the rolled-up flag at the end of the field before the time was up. When it was, the flag would be unrolled and you would know the prince you had chosen. Blue for Cillian. Black for Killian.

“Show me what I need next.” A chime answered, clear and mechanical: [Combat Protocol Initiation: Trial One – Survive the Wave] [Objective: Eliminate All Hostile Units Without Dying] [Reward: Skill Awakening Chance + 30 Evolution Points] A thrill coursed through me. My first real test. The ground under my feet rippled, reforming into a wide, open field. Shadows pooled along the edges like ink spreading in water. I could sense them before I saw them—low growls, shuffling steps, the faint stench of decay.

There are entire wings no one's mapped. Staircases that only appear at midnight. And a library that watches you back. 🔥 The Divine Trials Each school year ends with a Trial, a pocket realm conjured from god magic, built to test your essence, your strength, and your soul. The Trials are sacred. Ancient. Deadly. You do not "pass" the Trials. You survive them. Or you don't. There are four: 1. Trial of Flame - Pain. Sacrifice. Power. 2. Trial of Bone - Face your ancestors. Or fall like them.

‘Where is this? Just as this question arose in Alex’s mind, an ancient voice rang in his ears. “Welcome to the trial ground of the True Martial Shrine. You are a trialist here for the first time. As for this time’s trial of willpower, may I ask which difficulty you wish to proceed with?” Taken aback, Alex said subconsciously, “Does the trial have different levels of difficulty?” That voice replied, “That's right. They are normal, hard, and hell.”

She was anticipating the shifts somehow, predicting the pattern with supernatural accuracy. Final score: twenty-five out of twenty-five. Perfect. I wanted to scream. Dante scored twenty-one out of twenty-five. Iris scored twenty out of twenty-five. After phase two, Iris was eliminated. We were down to three now. Me, Dante, and Seraphina. Phase three was accuracy under pressure. crowd was allowed to make noise during this round. Distractions were part of the test. The targets were small, maybe half the size of standard targets. Seventy-five yards away.

“If this is some kind of system logic test, it’s probably tracking biometric responses heart rate, hesitation, body temp everything.” Adam turned to the others. “We stick together.” The intercom disagreed. “Incorrect.” The door behind them slammed shut with a deafening clang. A countdown appeared on the wall in glowing numbers. 60… 59… 58… “Shit—what now?” Nora panicked. “Split,” Lola said quickly. “It said the trial’s about trust. It wants us to choose trust each other to survive separately.” Adam clenched his jaw. “You and Mason go right. Nora’s with me.”

Each pair approached a different pillar, reading the trial inscriptions with varying degrees of dread. THE TRIAL OF RAGE: Face the anger that fuels corruption. THE TRIAL OF DESPAIR: Survive the void that breaks heroes. THE TRIAL OF PRIDE: Surrender the ego that blinds wisdom. THE TRIAL OF BETRAYAL: Know the knife that comes from within. And on, and on, each trial promising a different flavor of psychological torture. "Ready?" Lerder asked Anya, standing before the Trial of Betrayal. "No," she admitted. "But when has that ever stopped us?"

She always did. But the next trial... It wasn’t just a test. It was a graveyard of futures. I crept behind the obsidian ridge, crouched low, my body trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the vision I’d intercepted through the flames. Morwenna’s third trial had begun, and I’d seen it: her scream, my corpse, her blood staining her hands like guilt she couldn’t wash off. It was only a vision, but this place had a cruel way of making fear prophecy.