Heroic Death System 소설 & 이야기

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

This wasn't happening—Tyler was supposed to be the male lead. He was supposed to defeat the forces of evil, why was he dead? My mind was in a dark pit of confusion, it only took the cold feel of blood splashing on my skin to put me back to my senses. “Player 78, 90, 67, 64, and 88, are dead," the system announced. A cold chill ran across my body as I glanced upon the ground, now covered with huge chunks of human flesh and blood. Immediately, I felt sick to my stomach, and without a moment of hesitation I slumped to my knees, puking my guts out.

They’re apprehensive after what I did with my dad’s bracelet, but they’re coming regardless. Coming to finish Alec off, and me along with him. And for what? Because we exist? I’ve never harmed anyone, and I’m sure Alec hasn’t either. Those kids in the dorms didn’t deserve what happened to them. Rage unlike any I’ve ever known floods me. It propels me forward with the gravitational force of a planet. I meet the first Silver Hunter head on, grabbing their arm and forcing them to drop their sword before I punch them in the gut.

"You really are the most annoying one." Justin, the calmest of them all, gave me a cold look. "Stop trying to scare Amber. No one is going to die." I lowered my head and addressed the Shared-Sense System in silence. 'If the pain reaches 90% again and I die, the damage will still transfer, right?' [Yes. Upon the host's death, one bound target will be randomly selected as the substitute.] Not far away, Amber started her livestream. She handed her bag to Justin, smug and radiant.

she went on, “mean you keep doing things she doesn’t like—breaking assets out, sabotaging nodes, cozying up to her enemies—and each action nudges a set of internal flags. You cross enough lines, fast enough, and the system is authorized to fire without her direct input. Autokill. “And proximity / coupling…” Aria trailed off. “That’s the fun one.” “Fun,” Lys echoed. “Three ways to die,” she added after a beat. “One button. One mistake. Or one person too close.” Aria didn’t argue. “Proximity,” Lys said. “You’re guessing. Tell me you’re guessing.” “I wish I were,” Aria said. “I’m not.” A second schematic appeared beside the first: a stylized outline of a human figure, different from Lys—broader

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

He hit the monster—whatever it was—across what passed for its face, buying her three heartbeats. She used them. She ran past, eyes blazing with a mix of guilt and gratitude and horror. The thing hit him a second later. The scene didn’t cut away. It lingered, slow and generous, as every impact landed. He watched himself die there, in excruciating detail. He expected to feel proud. He mostly felt sick. “Heroic death ending,” the system narrated helpfully. “PLAYER SATISFACTION: HIGH. AUTHOR REGRET: ADVANTAGEOUS FOR PROCESSING.”

I fight the urge to snicker out loud. “ Honour my ass! Why would a dead person seek honour? Does he think that will make him a hero in the eyes of that bastard Victor? They'll just be replaced and forgotten like the weaklings they are. The warehouse door slams open, and there he is, gun blazing, dropping one of Jace’s guys with a single shot to the shoulder. Jace and the remaining one guy start firing shots in his direction. Hera and I are quick to take action. I manage a non-fatal shot to the other goon but Jace takes cover in time.

Fionna stopped cleaning and then faced her. “Of course, anything!” Fionna said and smiled. “What is it that you need?” “I want to fake my death and make the world believe that the old owner of the Bar & Life is already dead,” Ginger said as she started executing the first step of her plan. “I need you to contact the media and tell them that breaking news.” “What? Why do you need to do that?” Fionna asked, curious about how Ginger’s mind works. “I’d like to make them believe that I am dead, start my new life with a new identity, and get closer to my enemies by applying to their stupid company,” Ginger explained, clutching her fists. “If you want to take your enemies down, make them closer to

Death seemed almost merciful compared to what justice demanded. "Your heart will stop beating by eclipse's end," I said, the blood oath's specific wording suddenly significant. "But that doesn't mean you have to die." Confusion replaced fear in his expression. "What are you—" Silver fire surged through him, targeting specific systems with precision impossible through conventional means. Heart muscle seized, electrical pathways disrupted, blood flow redirected. His body collapsed, nervous system short-circuited by overwhelming input.