Extermination Game Novels & Stories

They stepped out of the elevator, sidestepping the dead bodies to avoid stepping on them. “So, this is how this game goes. Whoever you come across; you will have to kill them.” She said, recalling how exhausted the other previous team they had defeated was. “How about if a team hides?” Tradd who just watched the earlier fight asked. “There will only be one winning team. So, if a team hides, this game won’t end until either one of them finds the other.” Andrik voiced out his realization. The ground floor looked like a fight had happened here. There were drops and pools of blood, a few dead bodies and some weapons left scattered on the ground.

We scoped the room, there were 4 cameras in each corner and a speaker above the doors. "Hey hey hey." A voice came out of the speaker. "I'm gonna be the game master for today's festivity. If you look in front of you, you'll see the tables, each one designated to their doors, both of you will pick any paper but you can't pick the same one. In each paper card, there lies a question, I have all the answers to said question. The game is very simple, you pick a card, answer the question and if you get it right, I'll unlock the door you chose but if you get it wrong..." The deep, dark voice from before cut off and Logan's voice came on. "YOU DIE!!... I'm just kidding, you get a go round." "Logan?

You look beautiful," Anika exclaimed. Sarah grinned and bowed her head, but not before Anika noticed the tiny pink on her cheeks. Jacob made an impatient motion toward Casper. "Why are you standing here while he is standing over there?" Jacob's face stiffened as he examined the room. "I should have known the old bastard would be here." Anika followed his eyes and found Pete Foxhorn holding court within earshot of Casper. Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous.

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.

Before Viktor could react, Nero’s hand slid into his coat, and in one fluid, merciless motion, his pistol barked thunder into the gym. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound echoed off the cracked walls, sharp and final. Viktor’s two men were not fast enough unlike Nero, and before they could aim, they had already dropped instantly, blood pooling dark against the gym floor. Silence crashed down, broken only by the hiss of the crushed cigarette in Viktor’s hand as ash fell onto his boot. Nero holstered his gun with elegant precision, as though nothing had happened. His smile returned, cold and cutting. “It seems you have some cleaning to do,” he said looking at the corpses. “Consider us even.”

He kept whispering sweet nothings to Dawn, but I could tell that the love had vanished from his eyes. I never believed that romance would transform into familial love. The things he had lost would definitely be replaced by someone else. He no longer loved me, so he must have fallen for someone else. However, 35-year-old Dawn didn't care about that anymore. She simply lived life on mechanical repeat. One day, she chanced upon a chatroom on Andrew's computer, which he hadn't logged out of. The identity of the woman he was chatting to didn't matter at all. Andrew's messages came as a shock.

“The relics were part of their essence. Destroying them would mean destroying themselves.” Ryan leaned forward. “So, what happened to them?” “They vanished,” Evelyn said. “Some believe they ascended to a higher plane. Others think they were betrayed by one of their own.” “Betrayed?” Logan echoed. Evelyn nodded. “One of the Immortals grew envious of humanity and sought to control the game for himself. He twisted its purpose, turning it into a trap for his enemies. That corruption is what made the game so dangerous.” --- The Warning

I thought back to that tiny detail from the fifth loop. No. 99 had said, "There's no winner in this game. The only way for you to live is to kill me, but then you become the next me." That was a paradox. Killing him meant losing, because I would become the next hunter. But not killing him also meant losing. So, what if this "room"—or rather, this "game arena"—was fake to begin with? I remembered the fifth loop. I never saw the changes in the numbers on the elevator. He just appeared from the elevator after a Ding, like an NPC spawning in an online game.

"Elena Reyes. She transmigrated too." "And Father fell in love with another player before even understanding what she was. What they all are." Julian's voice took on a bitter edge. "Players in the Hunter System Game. That's what we call it when we figure out the truth. A game designed to test whether humanity can overcome its own worst instincts. Whether people can build something better when faced with apocalyptic threat." "And if they fail?" "The game resets. Everyone returns to their original world with no memory of what happened. Lenore ceases to exist. All the people you met, the friends you made, the choices you struggled with, erased. Like they never happened."