Death Progress Bar Novels & Stories

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Yet I know more than anyone in this house now that my supposed father has now passed away. Hard as it was, I stood up to approached him. Trembling, I tried to raise my hand holding the death note. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears, I tried to read it without blinking. "Name: Charles Perelman" It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Those memories made me cry even more because they were all smiling faces of his parents, siblings and relatives. By the time his wife, who was from college, came into his life, he admired her a lot. "Age: 42 years old." Until the memories of marriage, childbirth of his wife, pleasure, sorrow. That went as

Behind me, a loud electronic chime rang through the smoke-filled room. The main monitor above the central server vault flickered to life, its blue light painting the room in a sickly, ghostly hue. Across the screen, long rows of red data lines were flashing rapidly, a single, black progress bar filling up with terrifying speed. Deletion Sequence: Eighty Percent Complete.

I turned back to the desk, focusing my attention on the progress bar. ‘45% complete.’ I pulled up a tool to speed up the processing speed. Minutes passed by into an hour. The room grew dark as the sun went down, leaving only the soft glow of the monitor. ‘85% complete.’ I stretched my arms above my head, feeling a knot of tension in my shoulders. I looked at the time on the screen and it was almost nine. Merikh was likely waiting for me right now. ‘98% complete.’ My breath caught in my throat. My eyes scanned the clearance key, reading the registry tag attached to the wipe.

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I am quite apologetic for him but that’s what you get if you talk to me. “Call me Rox. You do realize you’re getting more tired as time passes bu, right?” Now that he said that, I do feel heavier little by little. The red bar is already half it’s original length too. “The red bar you see is your health bar. Let it drain until that skull icon at the end and you will die, here and in the real world.” The male named Rox stated. My jaw dropped instantly. “Eh hold up.” I raised my hands to my chest level like I don’t understand, when in fact I do not understand at all what he said.

He resisted at first, but after seeing that the potions were actually working, he began to allow my treatment. "Tonight's potion is ready." I knocked on Damon's study door. "Come in." His voice remained distant. I walked in carrying a tray and placed the potion on his desk. "Drink it while it's hot. It works better that way." Damon glanced at me and drained the cup in one gulp. "It tastes bitter." He frowned. "Good medicine tastes bitter," I said softly. "Your complexion is much better than last month." It was true. Under my careful treatment, the toxin in his body was slowly dissipating. His pale face had regained color, and his weakened body was filling with strength again.

All the as yet unbeaten goblins, dragons, trees and zombies; they’re like sharks attracted to the smell of blood. Every single player, including Kazel_123 (who’s currently cowering in a patch of tall grass behind Ecto), has two tiny bars above their heads. Mrs. Lapuz figured those out earlier as “health meters”. Relative to the high-intensity and concentrated barrage Ecto is enduring, his health meter has only grown shorter by a quarter. Still, the decrease is there. It’s happening steadily like a slowly burning cigarette. Mrs. Lapuz types frantically on the keyboard:

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

"First, his body weakens." I rested one hand against the cracked stone wall. "Then exhaustion follows." Another pause. "After that..." I smiled. "His organs begin shutting down." Valthera inhaled sharply. "And eventually?" "He dies." The silence on the other end stretched for several long seconds. Even she hadn't known the full truth. "I never realized it was that severe." "Very few people did." "Can he still be useful?" "He already has been." "What do you mean?" "The process has already started."