Death Penalty The Game の小説・ストーリー

But before he could touch the door knob, his body was already burning, devoured by flames and within a few seconds his body turned to ashes in front of the terrified men. “What the fuck is going on!?” The men looked at each other in shock and horror. “Shut up, boys!” Demetria snapped. “I will start counting now. 1…2…5…7…10. Start fighting, or I will burn you all to ashes! Begin now!” she commanded, her voice echoing around the room. The men have no choice but to face each other. The death game has just begun. Men are attacking and killing each other to death.

) He threatens. "Facciamo un gioco" (Let's play a game) his tone suddenly shifts, an enemy initiating a game does not sound good. "Lo chiamo il gioco della morte" (I call it the game of death) I can sense the smirk in his voice, this definitely doesn't sound good. "Ogni minuto che ritardi l'inevitabile, qui muore una persona" (Every minute you delay the inevitable, a person dies here) he laughs evilly, my eyes widen in alarm .

I was the only one still looking like I wanted to scream. “Everyone here came the same way you did,” Nova whispered beside me. “We all fell. We all woke up. Some call it hell. I call it the Game.” “Why are we even here?” I hissed. Before He could answer, that same cold robotic voice filled the air again. “Welcome, participants, to Erevos System – Zone 1 . This is your new reality. You have been selected based on your choices, sins, and survival potential.” I felt my stomach churn.

Kael and Mara screamed as their skin split open, slow and brutal. They hit the floor, begging. "Yaya, we're sorry! We didn't mean it! Please—let us go!" I didn't blink. "The players you killed—did they beg too? Did you let them go?" Before I could move, the silver cross shot forward on its own. It didn't even touch them. Their fear meters spiked to 100. And then—screams, bodies bursting apart, souls shredded to nothing. No blood. No trace. Just silence.

Cassian’s fingers played with my nipples, pinching and tugging harder, while his other hand guided the gun’s movement inside me, pushing, twisting, pulling—slowly, torturously. “Now you’re wet…” he murmured, voice low, cruelly amused. “I still have more questions… But we will play a game.” His tone came dark. “What kind of game master?” My trembling voice asked. “It is called Russian Roulette,” he said, and my heart dropped… I’ve heard about this deadly game before. The one where a revolver holds a single bullet, and players take turns pulling the trigger, hoping the chamber is empty. The one where someone always loses.

Right across the street, a massive digital billboard was broadcasting a live feed of Tom’s birthday. He stood there like a prince surrounded by stars, accepting luxurious gifts from everyone. Aria, blushing beautifully, presented him with a South Chesterford diamond worth hundreds of millions. Absolute despair consumed me. My lips twitched into a final, hollow smile, and I slowly closed my eyes. Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the air. Warm blood instantly splattered across my face, and a heavy coat was gently draped over my shoulders. My eyes snapped open, locking onto a stunningly beautiful face. "It’s you... You really came for me..."

"Principessa, don't be so willful." "Why can't you just do as you're told and jump for the honor of the family? Be a good girl, like you always have been. Wouldn't that be better?" In that moment, the last of my love for them turned to ash. In my last life, I thought I had died in a bloody feud with a rival family, died heroically protecting my parents. Thinking back now, those so-called "assassins" were probably just actors they hired. Even the truck that ran me down was part of their carefully orchestrated grand finale.

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

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