Job Simulator #2 Novels & Stories

I announced, "The second round begins. You're all hungry, right? There are only three cans of food here. Whoever snatches them gets to keep them. "The game will end in ten minutes. Whoever ends up holding all three cans wins and gets a luxury private room." After I finished speaking, I had someone toss three cans and an iron rod into the room, then had the door locked tightly from the outside. Tristan had apparently reached his limit. He was the first one to stand up and lunge for the cans. One of his men, who was slightly sturdier than he was, saw this and quickly tackled him to the ground. The rest of the group also charged toward the door as if they had lost their minds.

Said Cornelio. Lemirk doesn’t understand what he said. “Ah, right. Your dummy 7S Gear make you feel anything while in projection, including the pain. But it has same function with real 7S Gear, so use it properly.” Said Samuel. “First RT Simulation test for Squad 105 will start in 5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1. Projection activated.” The chamber is going to dark, then slowly lighted up and changed to rain forest.

The structure was no longer responding to me. It was responding as me. A notification bloomed without prompt. Operational advisory decisions executed: 12 User intervention bypass rate: 87% Confidence alignment with C.A. Predictive Node: 94% “They’re not simulating you anymore.” Shawn’s voice slid through my private channel—low, rough, edged with something dangerously possessive. I frowned. “Define ‘not simulating.’” A charged pause. “They’re deciding before you even think to decide.”

I stared at him utterly dumbfounded. “What?!” But he’d already turned away, tapping angrily on his tablet screen. “Why do men never take accountability for their actions?” I whispered, referring to Adrian and Sam. The simulation shifted into phase two: manual equipment failure. Perfect. More chaos.

A faint drizzle pattered from the sky, turning ash to mud. [Simulation Initiated] [Objective: Retrieve Medical Supplies, Food, and Fuel] [Time Limit: 2 Hours] [Penalty for Failure: Loss of Skill Progress] My heart gave a sharp jolt. Two hours. It wasn’t real, but the stakes felt real enough to make my palms sweat. The System wasn’t playing games—every success built me, and every mistake could set me back. I adjusted the strap of my pack and whispered to myself, “This isn’t a dream. This is rehearsal.”

Eli was quiet for a long moment. "Okay," he said finally. "Two weeks. We stay professional at work. We maintain collaborative energy. And then, when the campaign closes, we stop pretending." "Stop pretending," I repeated. "Stop pretending this is only professional," Eli said. "Stop pretending you don't feel this. Stop pretending you're not scared. Just... be honest about all of it." "I can do that," I said, though I wasn't entirely confident it was true. "Can you?" Eli asked. "Or will you spend two weeks rebuilding walls so you're safe again?"

He knew he was close to the edge. The crisis struck during a critical evening simulation. Thalynn, Lucian, and Jax were alone in the highly secure Project Janus office. The exercise demanded immediate, high-stakes data manipulation—a task Thalynn’s Omega biology was wired to excel at, yet his stress level was dangerously high.

I didn’t thank her, just turned around to face the next one that was rushing towards us, my claws slashing through fur and flesh. We moved in sync, unspoken, our bodies remembering what I refused to acknowledge. The simulation pushed us harder, more dark ones pouring from the shadows without any pause. I stole a glance at Amira when I heard her laugh. She was enjoying herself. She always did find the simulation easy, no matter the level it was. She had mastered it better than all of us, and it was evident in how easily she predicted their movements. I would have to tell Rune that the Sparta simulation would need to be visited and upgraded. If Amira was easily scaling through it, then the har

Jackal just shrugged and hopped over the back. "It's cute that you think that I would let you pay." He grinned and walked to the register. The rest of his gang followed him. I looked at Cassy and she shook her head. "I hate this." I said to her. "Me too." she agreed.

Tiana and Aisha would have to wait. The past two days had been hellish for Dami. Determining who Federico was hadn't been easy. He sat in the drivers seat waiting for a signal from Korede. He had the thugs in the area paid to cause a tumult at the time the supposedly Federico car was en route. He had to be the one in the BMW . During his two days lockdown,he had a video analysis done on the videos where the pudgy man appeared. The video had been falsified . Shina’s voice was shaky when he told Dami about the result of the video analysis. He felt sodden and dejected.