Romans & histoires I Became God In A Horror Game

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

A few seconds later, screams erupted from below. “We need to get back to the truck before it spreads,” I said. I could hear my own voice shaking as memories from my first life rushed back all at once — the screaming, the tearing of flesh, people eating other people, and the horrible realization that the only reliable way to keep them down was to destroy their heads. “What spreads?” Art asked. I looked at him like the answer should have been obvious, but his attention was already fixed on the ground below us, trying to see what was happening to the people the infected had fallen onto.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

the mapmaker continued, pointing to himself, "who came back with me. We... we felt the wall. We saw the iron." He touched his chest, right over his heart. "We brought the terror back. It... spread. Like a sickness. The soldiers... they would not build the new ships. They said... the beasts are the judgment of the gods." Kaden exhaled a sharp breath. "The trauma. It acted as an ideological virus. We infected their military with the fear of the grid." "There was a war," the mapmaker whispered, his blue eyes filling with tears. "A war of the city. The Emperor... is dead. The grid of the coin... is broken. The machine... stopped."

If God was becoming finite— Now was the time to strike. The house shook. Luca screamed. And for the first time in all of existence— God felt fear. Not for creation. Not for dominion. For them. And that fear made him more dangerous than he had ever been.

"You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!" As I listened to the beautiful notifications in my head, I decided to take things up a notch and immediately exchanged points for a drone. Meanwhile, Garrett's face was a bruised purple from the cold after a dozen rounds of human bungee jumping, and his voice was raspy from screaming. He'd suffered a total mental breakdown. Snot and tears smeared his face and froze into ice shards in the bitter cold. "I-I'm sorry, Flint… I'm trash… I'm a monster…

The instant I took over the administrator's position, the mechanical voice echoed through the instance once more. "Game forcibly initiated. All players must enter Happy Home within thirty minutes. Failure to comply will result in consequences at your own risk." In an instant, everyone shuddered violently. They rushed toward the residential complex in a frantic stampede. After they had all entered, my mother carefully used her ghost energy to heal me. She examined me over and over again, checking every inch of my body. Only after confirming I had no other injuries did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

With Paramount ease, I lifted my self above ground levels, walked over to the God and made him watch as I perhaps, ended him. I pushed his head to his back side and watched the wound so eagerly, I took my hand deep unto his back slowly. His iris lingering over his white eyes as a tear rolled down from it. I felt a bone that seemed to be his spine and I ripped it out of his back. Suddenly, the environmental contrast and liveliness dropped as soon as I turned off the spark. The body of the god dropped to the floors and I descended towards Steven. "I just need one honest answer from you, who is Hilda to you?" My question rose awe in his face as well as confusion before the ...

With perfect aim, he spears the vampire god’s burly henchman, Julian, through the heart and pins his withering carcass to a tree as the weakened Horned God flops to the ground. What god is this? Jack queries through the link, then gasps as I do, recognizing the velvety black waves of hair, the glimmering aquamarine eyes, the dominant and imposing alpha compulsion in his booming baritone as he shouts across the space between him and the vampire god. “Get your hands off my mate.” With grim satisfaction, my wolf chides, See? See what happens when you invoke the right god? You get somewhere. God? Ian’s become a god!?

“D*mn it! What’s happening? How can people in the Third-grade ultimate god level appear?” The man seemed all haughty before, but his expression distorted into fear at the sudden turn of events. He never imagined that there were those in the Third-grade ultimate god level among those who entered the area.