False Hero Game Novels & Stories

But when I arrived at the lobby, I was immediately blocked by his secretary. "Ma'am, where is Sir Zedrick? I'm just going to sign something with him," said the female secretary. "What? Isn't he here?” I asked in surprise. "Yes? A... well... okay ma'am, I'll check with his office first. Maybe he's there!" His secretary suddenly got nervous and quickly left in front of me. I became even more suspicious of his actions because he suddenly turned pale. I left the office shaking my head, knowing the answer to my question. He didn't go to the office, he went to someone else's. How long will you lie to me... Zedrick. How long will you fool and deceive me?

Oh, humour me! "What do you think, brother?" Someone tell me it's the end of the world like the humans do believe? Lucas leaves me with a wink before he disappears behind the door and I had infiltrated his mind. I needed to read his head, to know what exactly interests him in that poor little girl. My train of thoughts hasn't wheeled off to far when one of my Lieutenants knocked at my mind. "Yes, Griffin." "Rex meus, it's Lilith. We've tried all tactics on her but she wouldn't bulge, speak, or fight back. She's like a living dead."

I feel sad for him, he just wants his town back but rogues can’t just settle and become a pack, their wolves have gone feral. I sigh and explain to Brad and he looks as if his world is crashing down. He thanks me for the day and the information and drives me back to the bar. The next morning, I return to Brad’s house and check on him, there are wolves there and fighting. I rush to Brad’s side and fight alongside of him. He is impressed as I battle, I am quite the warrior. I slip off to the side as things are getting progressively worse and call my contact. Just as the fighting is nearing an end the council’s forces arrive and round up the rogues. After questioning Brad, the council decides t

] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The hoodie lying on the ground is growing, literally. With a visible speed, it stretches into obviously Meph’s size. At the mean time, Meph’s snake tattoo glow, too. He raises his wrist, and on the game panel, Meph’s name changes from originally “NA12M25” to: [Alice (who ate the cake)] The game legitmized his lie.

My mechanics were flawless–and because I could crush heavy spenders without spending a single cent–I built a massive reputation. People called me the F2P Mage God. Half a month ago, the old secondhand computer that fought alongside me for years finally gave out. I only just returned to the Cole family and did not get around to setting up a new rig yet. To participate in a guild war tournament, I borrowed Janet Cole's laptop once to log in. I did not expect her to secretly save my password. My parents are soft-hearted. Even after discovering she was not their biological daughter, they could not let go of the years of attachment. So she stayed–still the second young miss of the Cole family.

"So you knew exactly what Ironhart Manor was. You left it for me on purpose. Then after you found out I survived, you lured me here so someone else could kill me and you could take my items. "But you forgot one thing, Holly." "Sometimes plans blow up in your face." After dealing with haters for years, being careful had basically become instinct. The second I entered this game, I knew something felt off. This was the same company's canceled horror game. The one that failed approval for being too violent. And the worst part? Once you entered, your real body synced with the game. If you died in here, you died for real. So Holly was the one who swapped the game package.

"You have strength, yes. But you have no history. You have no scars." ​The false Vlad lunged, a strike that moved with the speed of a physical law. Vlad didn't parry. He stepped into the arc of the blade, letting it graze his shoulder. The blood that spilled onto the pavement was the final, undeniable proof of their humanity. It was real. It was warm. It was proof of sacrifice. ​As the blood hit the ground, something shifted. The stolen memories within the false heroes began to fray. They were built on a foundation of archive data, not lived experience. They couldn't handle the raw, chaotic input of Vlad’s pain.

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

"Hey, lend us some cash." "Ooh, look at that skin. Wonder if he’s got abs under there." As they spoke, they reached out, trying to strip off my clothes. Panic shot through me and I stepped back. Just as their greasy hands were about to grab me— "Back off!" Keira appeared out of nowhere. My face stayed hidden in the shadows as I watched her fight them off. This entire setup had been staged for me from the start. It didn’t take long before the girls scattered. She ended up with a wound, collapsing right into my arms.