Novel & Cerita How Many Times Has Kratos Died

Not giving him a chance to question me, I rushed the Lava Demon. I managed to get a few good attacks in before I was killed a few minutes in, and my consciousness was thrown back into my body. I didn’t take a second to spare before I entered the game again, to go through the process repeatedly. Luka tried to help, but I kept putting myself between him and the Boss. No matter how much Luka tried to work with me, I didn’t let him get near the Boss if I could help it. By the twelfth time I died, I stopped counting. Physically I was fine after each respawn, but mentally I was drained.

’ I replied. ‘I don’t care who the hell he is. He tried to kill my Diana. I’ll kill him.’ Kyro was boiling with rage. He couldn’t afford a single scratch on her, but here she was suffering continuously from the time she turned eighteen—first, those bastards who tried to kill her. Kyro slaughtered them, then Charlotte, who pushed Diana off the cliff.

In that instant, with a series of sharp hissing sounds, the space around Kristoff was enveloped by black weaponized energy. His defenses were systematically crushed until his body was riddled with holes, causing blood to splatter everywhere. He died instantly, his life and legacy wiped out in a burst of red. Kristoff's death sent a violent ripple of shock through the onlookers. They found it hard to believe that the head of the Wagner family, one of the Four Powerhouses of Javonbury, had been killed so easily.

"Aria, how many times have you died?" "Once. When I was rejected and poisoned." "Are you certain?" Drake's voice was gentle but insistent. "Think carefully. Any moment where your heart stopped. Any brush with true death." I thought back. The rejection. The forest. The torture at Coldwater's facility where my heart had briefly stopped before Drake's energy revived me. Three times. "Oh goddess," I whispered. "Three times. I have died three times." Drake's hand trembled as he pointed to the last line of the parchment. "Then according to this, whatever you brought back is about to wake up."

One of them would die with her death having the higher propensity. "Stop!" Kratos yelled. "That's enough" he snorted and grabbed Sophie by the neck. He held her up against the wall tightening his grip on her neck. "Do it, you ugly monster" she had already given up. She was certain there was no way she would live to see the next morning. "You are already dead" Kratos breathed heavily. It seemed he was forcing himself to hesitate. "Do it, kill me" she said again to provoke him. Her death would be better than witnessing the Manor and Alpha Jones falling in defeat.

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

They managed to slip him into the group of tributes. Of course, the people of Athens don’t know that I only actually killed five of the twenty-eight sent in to die over the previous two festivals. And I’m not proud of four of those deaths. I still hold no remorse for killing Antimachus. That bastard deserved it for what he did to Europa. I hope his soul is suffering in the worst areas of the afterlife.

Calla I returned to the compound thirty minutes later. The sixth death had just occurred. Mikhail. A warrior I'd trained personally. Dead in the barracks, black veins spreading across his skin while his unit watched helplessly. Twenty-three minutes after Elena. The pattern was accelerating faster than anyone predicted. At this rate, we'd all be dead by morning. I found Kharo in his office, staring at casualty reports with hollow eyes. "Six," he said without looking up. "Six dead in less than eight hours."

He was naked as well and I was on my thiry-forth time loop. The sheet was pooled around his waist, barely covering him. He looked infuriatingly composed for a man who had just been murdered by me in twenty-four different timelines. "Seventy-four," he said, his voice rough, vibrating in the quiet room. I took a long sip, letting the alcohol burn my throat. "Excuse me?" He moved his arm, revealing those icy grey eyes. They were focused on me, heavy and lidded. "That's how many times you tried to kill me but in the loops and the real world. I counted."