Heroic Death System Novels & Stories

Heroes got a new AI the older generation AI created with their own self-consciousness with a little bit of experience serving as their panel daily task voice prompt and Sotiras got the more intelligent and powerful one as it only needed to consume a little bit of energy for the Sotiras to know their task or do the things or make the Sotiras wanted to do. Well, even though both 'Heroes' and 'Sotiras' was still dominated by an AI, controlling them and putting a bomb on their head that serve as the binding method for the loyalty of the system and the Host, not discriminately leaving the other person or an AI behind in times of danger. Well, the only thing that can break their binding if ever th

The system HUD flickered again, briefly, as if to confirm that the dialogue was being recorded, filed, and stored. Alucard finally turned to face Celeste fully. “You stopped Jason. Did you have to kill him?” Celeste met his gaze straight on. “In the Court of Shadows, the system tracks outcomes by category,” she said. “The trial was not a skill test. It was a necessity. Jason chose the last moment he could. The option was not whether he would die. It was whether more people would die with him.” The silence that followed was long enough for the system HUD to tick once, as if the words themselves had just been validated by the universe’s own code.

... Alpha Diego... .. Their laughter occupied the atmosphere and soon doubled up in feats. My gaze rested on the bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My last hope; my end. Knowing I was without a choice as I would eventually die by the sword, I settled to use it. It was the only way to get rid of my enemies who were laughing in scorns to my face, I was that arrogant. It would be more fulfilling knowing that I took them down with me and at the same time than going alone.

And as the inferno burned seemingly eternal, so did Albert’s rage. A rage borne out of his escapism as a plan. Rage borne out of his neglect of his promise to never let anyone die again, much more an innocent non-player. Mostly, a rage that gave him the fortitude and removed his fear of death. A fear that mutated and morphed for it to be considered what something he should yearn for. Because, like the riders of Rohan, he, too, grew to love death.

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

Task Force Zero was getting busy in their office at the New York Police Department. Hart took a sip of coffee and said, “The Death Judge has changed the way of the game again. However, the rules of the game this time look very simple. It’s just prolonged killing.” “Isn’t it better this way? It’s simple and direct. Everything is obvious. The public also wants to see these scumbags die,”Judy added.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

But every dose only delayed an ending that was already written. Every extra day I held on meant more agony when the wolf finally shattered. "I want to use my last shift." Alaric's finger paused in my palm. He understood. The Healer had said two shifts remained. A few days ago, during a fever, the Healer had been forced to trigger a brief shift to stabilize the wolf. Now there was only one left. I wanted to use that last shift to become a wolf. And die in wolf form. "All right." Alaric agreed. His voice was steady. But the character he traced into my palm—"here"—pressed harder than before.

To activate the System Deity, the owner must feed it with his own energy to light up all the imprint on its body, then it would spread automatically at the back of the owner's neck like a wristwatch, and after it was stuck on the owner's neck, they could follow up by whispering the word 'RESONANCE'. System Deity was a super system that boosted the mortal body. Even if the user had been stabbed to his/her heart or head, they won't die. Even if the health points reached zero...he won't die as long as he was in resonance with the system deity. But he/she would revert back to a normal person again and their resonance would be canceled automatically, then they couldn't use resonance for a month o

“Making death into weapon. That proves negotiable death was mistake.” “Five seconds,” Original Death warns. I complete the forced negotiation just as the deadline expires, binding the Shepherds into choosing between immunity and control. They choose immunity and surrender werewolf death authority rather than become vulnerable. “Done,” I gasp. “The exploit is closed, Shepherds neutralized, system functional again.” Original Death examines what I’ve built and its form radiates something that might be approval mixed with concern. “You’ve survived,” it confirms. “But you’ve also proven that negotiable death can be weaponized. You’ve created death system that can be used for murder through forced