I Became God In A Horror Game Novels & Stories

--- I opened my eyes slowly. I was lying in the gaming capsule chair. I had returned to the real world. A tear slipped down my cheek. One of the staff members hurried over, apologizing profusely. “There was a glitch in the system,” he explained. “It accidentally transported you into a horror game.” I asked quietly, “Players who die inside the horror game… do they die in real life too?” The staff member, adjusting his glasses, nodded solemnly. “For most horror games, yes. Participants sign a life-and-death contract for the reward money. But the game you entered was different.”

[Unstable anomaly detected. Dungeon energy surging. Instance is upgrading.] [Welcome back to the Psychiatric Ward.] [Five patients still show no signs of returning to normal. They are beginning to believe they were never the problem. The problem is the world.] [Task: Survive one full day in your patient’s hands.] [Remaining players: 3] [Difficulty: S] The livestream chat exploded. [What just happened? Why is the dungeon leveling up mid-run?] [I only saw Zero and the pet start fighting, then my screen went black!]

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton. Hades threw back his head and laughed. “Is that supposed to scare me?” he mocked. “I’m going to kill you,” Angelica said in a voice so low I could hardly hear it over the tornadoes, even with my heightened hearing. “Angelica! No, run!” I yelled, starting to make my way down the hill at a good clip when the ground began to shake and crack, lava bubbling up from the jagged fissures in the earth. “You can’t kill me! I’m a God,” Hades bellowed.

Then, I squatted on the ground and sighed. After surviving two days in this game, I finally allowed myself to think about why I had been pulled into this supernatural game world. That day in the diner, I had been working hard cooking when the gas stove exploded. The scene had frozen suddenly, and my figure had suddenly disappeared right before I would be engulfed by the flames. According to the rules, countless people who had near-death experiences would become players once chosen by the Supernatural Map. If players died in the game, then they would die for good and become a ghoul.

Then at the crowd. For a moment, everything hangs in balance. The new god smiles. “Fear has already been chosen,” he says. The chant grows louder. Stronger. And I feel something terrible settle in my bones. He is not done growing. He is just beginning. As the newborn god stands taller with every chant and Kieran’s power rises in answer, one terrible question burns in my mind if fear has already chosen it's god, who will it demand as its first sacrifice?

"You don't know anything about me." "I know you're scared. I know you've been alone for seven hundred years. I know you convinced yourself that becoming a god was the only way to matter." I squeezed Sylvaen's hand. "But there's another way. Let her go. Help me destroy the entity. And then... find out who you are without the hunger." The chamber held its breath. Morwen stared at me. Her hands, still crackling with ancient power, trembled. "You would trust me? After I threatened to drain your blood?"

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.