Heroic Death System 소설 & 이야기

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

Meredith wasn't sure if the Death Contract was enough to keep Brayden. What was she thinking? Keep Brayden? Meredith let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She needed this Death Contract for her family. But Brayden could leave her for Mizuki if he wanted to. Even though they both signed it to death do they part. Meredith wouldn't be able to fight Brayden in any kind of court for her life back. Even though Meredith couldn't understand why Brayden had chosen her over Mizuki she knew one thing. Mizuki had challenged her and she wasn't going to back down.

“The rule of the game is very straightforward. Two people fight a battle and only one person survives. Those are my rules of the game. The rules of the game of death. Very superficial and easy to comprehend.” “Only one person can live. Proves that Young Master Lac forced me to kill people. How could I do such a pathetic thing like that?" "If you weren't the hunter, you'd be the hunted." Duncan Hiddleston above the row struggled continuously, his mouth trying to tear the piece of tape wrapped around his mouth. Theodore Mark silently looked at Lac Hong Hao. Phedra Elizabeth pretended to buy time. “Time is mature. Just function." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

But then I remember the stupid ass shit rules when an alpha dies without a qualified heir. “First his loyalist would come for my head and then Sarah’s and then the nearest qualified alpha would take over the pack. I need to be the alpha so I can ensure the loyalist can’t hurt us,” he says with a sigh. “There is so much red fucking tape to go through just to kill a fucking crazy asshole.”

"Miranda. Look at me. I'm Ethan. I'm here to take you home." She didn't respond, like a worn, tattered rag doll. Then the system voice cut through, cold as an electric current: [System alert: body damage exceeds recoverable threshold. AI integration failed.] [Executing death protocol.] [Host will be departing this world.]

The kind of stillness that came before breaking, before the moment when a structure encountered a force it hadn’t been engineered to withstand. “I died screaming in a world of screens and electricity, in a body that wasn’t mine, in a story I hadn’t chosen. I died because the fate demanded it. Because the destiny needed a sacrifice to motivate the hero. Because my death was cheaper than my survival, more convenient, more marketable.” I moved across the obsidian, letting my boots strike the stone, letting the sound punctuate my words.

"You can't just connect to an enforcer. They'd kill you instantly." "Exactly." Marcus smiled grimly. "That's why one of us has to die. Temporarily." We all stared at him. "The system has rules," Marcus continued. "When you die here, there's a moment before you're erased. A brief window where you're between states. Still connected to the system but not fully part of it anymore. In that moment, I think I can establish a connection. D******d information directly from the enforcer that kills you."

“System, you are my savior. I’ll just hold onto the keys for a week and pretend I’m waiting for the right moment to open the box. The longer I stall, the better.” If I wanted to live, I needed to stop flirting with Aaron entirely. One wrong move and he’d snap my neck. The system had also said that if I died here, my real-world body would die too. So yes. I needed to enter full survival mode. Then a thought struck me. “System, you can see affection points, right? Can you check his for me?” “I’m sorry. I don’t have permission to view the boss’s affection value inside a horror game. But once we escape this world, I can check it then.”

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Instead, he ordered the thugs to drag me into a dark alley. It was a place he often used for his attacks since it was secluded and rarely trafficked. They pinned me to the ground and beat me. I didn’t resist, even spitting out a mouthful of blood. Even the comments online were panicking. [Wow, this destroys my worldview. I can’t believe the original book’s male lead is so disgusting. Isn’t this just school bullying? The supporting character just started his comeback. Don’t tell me he’s going to end up dead in a dark alley like in the original book.]