I'm The Final Boss Novels & Stories

The others didn’t even dare to breathe. The live comments exploded again. “He’s here! He’s here! The boss’s killing moment is coming!” “Now I’m curious how he’ll kill her this time. Dismemberment? Or will he hear her apart?” “If it were me, I’d just bite my tongue and die. It’s better than being tortured to death. At least, my body will be intact.” … The final boss stared at me coldly, waiting for my answer. After a moment of hesitation, I still took his hand.

The floor-to-ceiling doors on the second floor opened. The man who had been sitting in the shadows finally stepped out. I lifted my head, filthy and covered in egg yolk, and met his eyes. Ten minutes remained before the moment I died in the crocodile pit in my last life.

Just static. “It’s over,” I said. He nodded slowly. “You did it.” But deep down, I wasn’t sure. There was something off about the silence, something too complete. Then, from one of the broken speakers, a soft sound crackled through. A voice. My voice. “I told you,” it whispered, faint and calm. “You can’t destroy what you are.” The screen flickered once, then went black again. I froze, heart pounding. Alexander looked at me, eyes full of fear.

"Let's make a deal, Heidi Wallace. You raise my affection level, save me, and help me leave the game. I'll protect you in exchange. How about that?" I finally understood that the bosses weren't part of the game. They had tragically died and been trapped by the game due to deep resentment. The only way out was to wait for a player like me. Someone isolated from everyone else, yet unknowingly opening up an opportunity. Who wouldn't want to be protected by the final boss? But even though the bet seemed like a guaranteed win, the final boss clenched his fists nervously. "What's your name?" I asked. "If we're working together, I should at least know your name. Or should I call you hubby?"

And in the center, sitting on a throne of solid platinum, was the boss. He was twenty feet tall. A golem made of polished brass and gold plate. His eyes were burning furnaces. BOSS: GRAND TREASURER MIDAS. "INTRUDERS!" the boss roared, its voice a metallic screech that shook the virtual room. "MY GOLD IS MINE ALONE! THE POOR DESERVE TO STARVE!" "Not anymore, tin can!" Tank shouted. "Aggro engaged!" He fired a flare at the boss's face. Midas roared and stepped off the throne, the floor shaking with every step.

I looked at the six-sealed crown in my hand. The final boss was not in a palace or a cave. He was ticking against my ribs.

I can imagine his face now. Lost in my thoughts, I finally make it to the bottom and brace myself for facing not only Tobias alone, but Jack. He’s honestly scarier than Tobias, and I can’t help but wonder if he has a mate or not. For the life of me, I can’t picture him being affectionate.

They get to me and one slap me What's your name he scream at me Boss : Jay-Z , king Kong leave her They leave me Boss : what just happened I remember all what happened clearly Jasmine : the first guy takes three steps cause he is on rage for me not to reply you and the second takes four cause he is less on rage than him , the first guy slapped me with a little release in his strength maybe just to scared me you called them and they both takes four four step back now thier not angry and they are expecting what you will do and now all you do next is to asked me question Boss : woww the doctor is right her brain is not ordinary Jasmine: please what's my name Boss : you're the queen the blood fo

One final match that will take place exactly three days from now. Against the Ripper Ghost. The serial killer of the kingdoms. A monster who has never left an opponent breathing. When I finally slip back into the quiet, deserted corridors of the lower palace levels, trying to make it back to my room to process the terror of the upcoming final, a hand suddenly shoots out from a dark alcove. Fingers wrap tightly around my wrist, pulling me violently into the shadows of an empty, abandoned pantry room. I raise my staff to strike, but a deep and familiar baritone stops me cold.

Remy: where are you something just felt wrong I stare at the screen until the letters blur. I type back with shaking fingers. me: skatepark come get me i think i just met the final boss I hit send. And for the first time since I put on the crown, I’m not sure who I’m more afraid of: The Forty-Eighth… or the fact that part of me recognized her smile.