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.]

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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.

Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

If I had any chance of seeing him-just a glimpse, just enough to confirm he wasn't dead or drowning or curled up somewhere hating me-it would be there. Declan perked up instantly. "Wendy's? Say less. I'm starving." Jackson groaned. "Dude, you're always starving." "Because I'm a growing man," Declan argued, puffing his chest out. "You're five-eight," Zichen deadpanned. "I'm five-nine!" "Sure," Zichen said, unbothered. I shut my locker with a soft thud. "Anyway, I'm buying. Wendy's special on me."

Finally, the progress bar hit 90%, then 95, 96, 97, 98. “What the hell are you doing?”