Fantasy Simulator Novels & Stories

Making full eye contact with the demon across the table from me, I formed the words, “What do I have to do?” “Get onto a boat and go somewhere no one has successfully gone in at least 80 years. You will act as an interpreter for the expedition. Upon the completion of the expedition and your arrival home it will be something that you will never be allowed to speak of to anyone. If you do a bullet to the back of your head is the best of circumstances that you could ask for in consideration of all the other things that might be done to you instead. In short, if you do your part thorough and stay quiet, we will see to it that your parents get to stay on in their new fantasyland and that you get

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He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

“I can handle myself. And if this is about HIM, you should know better than to think I actually got hurt by that cheap game.” His voice softened, but his eyes glinted. “Besides… it’s his loss. Dante and Maya? they’re different. It’s like I’m the queen on a chessboard and....I like that feeling, I enjoy the thrill. Watching them starve and crave me—” he smirked, air-quoting with his fingers, “—I’m still messing an Enigma up.”

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

"I understand now. So both fighters depend entirely on magic? It's no surprise that your physical body is not strong. However, I have something valuable to teach you. The perfect avatar is not Sigma, Gamma, or any other persona. It's your main body, Anesidora. I doubt that you have flexible stats, but we can spend the whole night experimenting with each of you to see what we can come up with." "I'm pretty sure tomorrow is the first day of school, so I should definitely sleep early." "Ah, my poor little darling, I told you once, don't show me anything interesting if you don't want me to kidnap you. We're going to review every inch of this system, every piece of code. I can't wait to start pla

I whisper, my hand reaching out blindly. Alex catches my wrist. His grip is warm, grounding. "That's the point," he murmurs. "I'm adding phantom partners to the simulation. You’re going to feel touches that aren't physically there. Your brain won't be able to tell the difference." My heart kicks up a notch. "Phantom partners?" "Echo knows your history," Alex says, guiding my hands behind my back. "He knows every fantasy you've ever had about being overwhelmed. About being... outnumbered."

for the dying elite of the human world. Silas lay on the white-glass platform, his teeth clenched against the rhythmic, soul-shredding pull of the pumps. He felt his "Unmapped" frequency being "Down-sampled," his very identity being siphoned away to fuel a world that viewed him as a "Resource." "I can... I can feel her, Silas," Lyra gasped from the platform beside him. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed in a look of agonizing concentration. She wasn't talking about herself; she was talking about the "Duplicate Lyra" in the simulation.

I even personally saw him off as he boarded the plane that would fly him out of the country. "Your dream has always been to live a decadent life in Las Noira, no? I'll make your wish a reality. There are five million dollars in your account. It should be more than enough for you. If you're good enough, you can lead a comfortable and lavish lifestyle with five million dollars. But if you mess up—" Ethan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. He glared at me and hissed, "I won't mess up! Just you wait. I'm going to turn these five million dollars into 50 million dollars! And then I'll turn it into 500 million dollars!

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.