I Fell Into The Game With Instant Kill Novels & Stories

The game had reached the most intense team fight. I was so absorbed in the game that I unconsciously muttered one of my catchphrases, "You dare come wreck havoc in my jungle with those skills? I could send you back to spawn with my feet!" As soon as I finished speaking, I maneuvered the assassin with an extremely tricky move and secured a pentakill. "Pentakill!" The mechanical female voice seemed to carry a hint of emotion stirred by the victorious atmosphere. Immediately after, Emery's exclamation rang out from the big screen. "You're The Harbinger?"

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

The headquarters of the Crescent Guild feels less like an office and more like a shrine in mourning. The war room is dim, the large holographic table displaying the same two Player IDs, rotating slowly. “A single Instance. Two Perfect Clears.” The speaker is Zane Forrester, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of something raw. “This hasn’t happened in the history of the Game. Not once.”

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

"What a coincidence. We meet again." I stared at her, and something clicked. The car crash. Their car. My "death." It was all too perfect. "Hey, newbies. Need a rundown?" A guy with a seasoned look walked over. "Name's Marcus. A-class player." "Wait." I held up a hand. "Let me get this straight. Are we dead?" Marcus nodded. "Technically, you're in a near-death state. You only get your life back if you clear the game."

I taunted playfully. "Hardly and you're older by a minute and a half, don't push it," with those words, he ran straight ahead to take down two of the five remaining men. I followed, ducking punches, and leaping to prevent my feet from getting swept from beneath me. With a swift move to the left and then right, I ducked behind one guy. With my back to him, I coiled my arm around his neck and flipped him forward onto his back. Killian may have said no fatalities but I was done with this game. If someone died, the blood would be on his hands.

Finally noticing something was wrong, he quickly pulled me back, shock filling his eyes. “Why aren’t you struggling? Why aren’t you explaining yourself? Do you really want to die?” If I explained, would he even believe me? I had explained myself too many times, and every time I did, he only drifted farther away from me and closer to Hannah. A faint, lifeless smile appeared on my lips, and I said flatly, “I have nothing left now. I might as well just die.” Lucas’s expression changed drastically. He grabbed my wrist tightly, and his eyes seemed to redden.

"Why did you only come now? It's too late. His pupils are already fixed and dilated. I'm sorry for your loss." Feeling utterly dazed, I collapsed to my knees at the doctor's feet. "That's impossible! Doctor, I'm begging you to please save my dad! I can't lose him!" The next second, everything went black, and I passed out. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed. I looked up and met Emma's gaze. "You're awake." As I gazed at her face, I felt a haze come over me. And for a moment, I saw the young woman who had once saved me from Mom.

I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart. Someone used something to hit my hand and when I fired, it did not get Rarf in the head but in his stomach. This will not be able to take him out but I have to solve the situation behind me first. It was Inizio it has to be. I connected my elbow with his face making me hold his face, yelling out in pain. I will make him suffer, he has no right to die.