Novel & Cerita It All Starts With Playing Game Seriously Chapter 1

“These questions aren't enough to make it difficult for you… This sentence internally… The taboo of revealing identity will result in death. How reckless?” “New recreations reach first to me, everything else… Nothing.” “You let go of Lady Alice. I just came up with a very interesting game. The game is called 1:1. Sound mesmerizing?” "I haven't asked the last question yet." “The first question you asked two questions, I answered them both. Law is law, fair contract. To say is to do.” "Okay. Put her down.”

That's where I inhaled and it's like the first time I breathe again. What the fuck is that? End of Chapter - QJG

Dang it. End of chapter 100

Hesitant Dive Kitty opened her eyes. It was morning again. The day started like the ones that came before; Kenneth left for work, and she did hours later. Absentmindedly she made her way through the day being somewhere else. Kitty was aware of what her body was doing but not her mind. In this state, she fixed the house and cleaned herself before heading for the grocery store.

And when the thought dawned to her, the realization unsettled her even more than the game itself. *]:pointer-events-auto R6Vx5W_threadScrollVars scroll-mb-[calc(var(--scroll-root-safe-area-inset-bottom,0px)+var(--thread-response-height))] scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:9549e5e0-fdd4-4643-821b-cd8f5866c1fd-9" data-turn-id-container="request-WEB:9549e5e0-fdd4-4643-821b-cd8f5866c1fd-9" data-testid="conversation-turn-12" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="assistant"> "Let's start the game, I don't have all day," Victor suddenly said and everyone immediately began to raise their hands at once, the room that had been quiet

Then Natasha’s voice cuts through my tortured thoughts. “The first game is called…” she pauses, her grin so wide it could swallow the sun, “…The Strongest Ass.” The strongest… what? My brain tries to process this. Oh God, please tell me it’s not what I think it is. She smiles, waving her hands as if she’s conducting an orchestra of chaos. “This game is simple. If the person you’re rooting for has a strong ass that can break iron, he will win!” The crowd erupts…cheering, clapping, shouting. I clutch my head. Everyone here is insane.

“What is it with you? No one talks to me that way!” “This isn't your empire, Miss Princess. Over here, you follow the fucking rules!” He snapped. I flinched. Still confused. “The first ever game is the dead putt.” That voice interrupted, cutting me off from delivering a piece of my mind to this insufferable dude. He helped me earlier, but that doesn't mean he’d act all high and mighty. Every other player had long ignored us. They were all reeling over the game’s name I had failed to catch.

And somewhere in this town, the golden boy is probably waking up in his perfect house with his perfect parents and his perfect life, not knowing that today is the day I start chipping away at all of it. A little thrill snakes through me at the thought. Not fear. Not guilt. Just anticipation. The kind that curls in your stomach and makes your fingertips buzz. The kind that tells you you’re doing something reckless… but right. I lean my head against the window, watching houses blur past, the vibration humming softly against my skull. My reflection stares back at me, calm, focused, a little dangerous. Today is the first move. Today, I step into his line of sight. Today the game starts.

This time it was an influx of notifications concerning the engagement. His smile returned to his face, slow and dangerous as he leaned back into his chair and stared at the ceiling which reflected himself. The game has officially started.