Death Progress Bar Novels & Stories

Original Death is watching with patience that feels like inevitability. And the clock is ticking toward extinction.

Finally, I was free of her. Even though I'd been reborn, the memory of how she'd stabbed me to death in my previous life still haunted me. At the time, that same man had stopped us, speaking humbly as he asked us to do him a small favor. At first, I was going to agree, but the moment I saw it was a USB drive, I refused without hesitation. Seeing that I wouldn't budge, he tried to appeal to my emotions. "Miss, please help me out. This USB contains confidential company information. We need it tomorrow!"

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]

Darkness swallowed me whole, the chill sinking deep into my bones. In my mind, two children ran through an orphanage courtyard. "Carl, will we always be together?" "Of course. I'll never leave you." Somewhere, my phone kept ringing. The sound grew distant. I couldn't lift my hand to answer. My consciousness unraveled. So this... was death. *** "Carl, what's wrong?"

Luis Park wanted to cry like already. Then a system interface popped up. "Tit!" ~Choices generated~ "Tit" ~Sending data to host~ o.O ~Please select the possible answer, host.~ "Tit!" The system interface flashed the choices. A. Don't you worry the God is with us? 100 % real quick death. B. Cover your eyes and pray. And wait for the result. Attention! This choice is 50% real death chance and 50% real live chance. C. Use your body to move the altar. Flip your body as long as you can. This choice is 30% escape from death and 70% real survival chance.

"Now breathe out. Two... three... four..." The breath left my lungs in a shaky rush. "Again." Another breath. Then another. Little by little, the crushing pressure around my chest began to ease. The pounding in my ears faded, and the room slowly came back into focus. "There you go," Gloria whispered. "I've got you." The last bit of strength left my body. My body sagged forward, completely exhausted. Gloria caught me before I could slide off the bed and wrapped her arms around me. "It's okay."

he said roughly with a frown. "I'm Sebastian, I didn't realize that I was in my Death mode and I haven't eaten all day," I replied and he grunted as he stood and grabbed a plate of pineapple with spam slices. He handed me the plate and I nodded my head in thanks as I quickly devoured the meager meal. "So tell me Sebastian, what caused you to become a shadow apparition," he asked, handing me a bottle of paniolo Hawaiian whiskey. "You've dealt with Death before, thanks for the paniolo," I mumbled and he grinned slightly.

Besides, the Death Judge had reminded them at least a time or two. This certainty! This IQ! It was strong! Judy, who had been demolished by the game, took a gander at the big screen in a surprise and mumbled, "We are not a counterpart for the Death Judge by any means! He is excessively solid!" Similarly as Ross spoke, Jack talked once more. "I have likewise said that I am imploring you to do the inverse. The right advance of the game is for every one of you to forfeit one finger. Then, at that point, you expected to finish the barrel and afterward remove the key. Along these lines, not even one of you would have kicked the bucket. Nonetheless, you are excessively childish. You love yourselve

It might seem effortless to lay down on the ground hiding but I haven't eaten anything in the last 24hrs. I can feel it right above me. Its shadow looming over me as death stands before as it took a step and walks away... HUH? HUH?? [Play Dead has reached level 2] OHH Mighty! Stop. Let's not waste time and escape as soon as possible. We never know when it may come back again. [Absorbtion complete] [50 Essence Recieved] [Do you wish to use the available Essence?] Good timing! Let's see how this Essence works.

The server chamber felt smaller now. Not physically smaller, but heavier, tighter, as if the air itself had thickened with pressure. Every sound seemed amplified: the distant crack of gunfire, the hum of the servers, the relentless tapping of Dominic’s fingers across the keyboard. On the monitor in front of him, two progress bars crept forward like rivals in a race neither intended to lose. DATA EXTRACTION: 86% FAILSAFE PROGRESS: 52% The numbers glowed coldly against the dark screen.