Life After Death The Game Novels & Stories

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game! [‘Me and My Ghost Grandkids’, the big family-feels reality special, just dropped!] [Bro, this horror game just turned into a cozy grandma sitcom! And I’m obsessed!] [Horror games aren’t just slashes and scares. There are some heartwarming scenes too!] [Grandma’s a real life coach… No, a ghost-life coach!] [The scene is so heartwarming! I hereby rename this level ‘Cozy Dorm: Grandma and Her Ghost Grandkids’!]

“Let them watch.” He shook his head like I was a lost cause—fair—and then he turned, boots echoing sharply as he walked away, vanishing into the metal gloom. I stepped into my bunk and leaned my back against it, eyes shut, breathing harder than someone who technically didn’t breathe. Leah was alive. Ezren was here. And the game was a lie. All of it. No second chances, redemption. Or return to life. Just bullshits. But there’s a way out...

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.

"What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!" "I don't care whether he marries you or not. Tell me, who sent you?" Mirabelle blinked. Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'd rather die than tell you!" Very well. If she wouldn't talk, I had plenty of ways to get her to talk. I went back to caring for my skin, hitting the gym, and living the way I used to. The difference was that I stopped aging and gradually returned to my former appearance. Meanwhile, when Mirabelle was livestreaming, dark blotches suddenly appeared on her face. Right in front of the camera, crow's feet and smile lines etched themselves across her skin.

Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."

He had plummeted his Butcher knife so deep into my chest that all I could feel now, was death. As I began to fade off, I saw the rest of my squad, rain bullets on him vehemently as he meandered around in pain. Then I died. There was this darkness everywhere. I let open one eye as I slowly opened the other, Where am I? What is this place? The afterlife? I woke up to find myself laid down on the bare floor of my team's HQ, it all seemed pretty strange and no one was there. A voice suddenly broke through the consuming silence.

"I, BUTT, THE GOD OF NIGHT WHO REIGNED THE DARKNESS. I, BUTT WILL FOLLOW THIS YOUTH IN LIFE AND DEATH, MY SIN, A FORSAKEN!" Butt fainted with his new master in the darkness. The world of darkness faded slowly. 1 hour later... A figure stood up. Pain weighted his body due to fighting. A person with purple hair opened his eyes. Purple eyes yet lifeless. "Eh?" "....." What he saw was a bare mountain. Like a mountain that was devoid by a great catastrophe. Luis Park doesn't remember anything. 'What really happened? Is this the afterlife?' He thought. So he got a thought and tested out.

The game was simple but the nature of the game was extremely unfriendly and deathly. “The game…” Her lips moved with no sound, was utterly confused. “Yeah. It’s your game but I simplify it.” “With?” “There will be no passport nor healing potion.” “Ha. ha. Ha.” She laughed soullessly. “There are a total of five lives. Each death will be felt in the body regardless of the process. For example, if they died by plunging the knife into the heart, a similar pain will be transmitted into the body. And, they will have to wait for the next rebirth. Each scenario will end once there’s no survivor.”

I ran back to the camp and found a group of the undead attacking the small family. I searched for Alice and found her with the wolves fighting them in the back. I snatched my double-bladed sword and separated it into two halves, then advanced on the stupid ones who were trying to get to the two women and kids. I cut their heads off, then went to the rest. The alpha wolf beside me herded the ones to my left towards the empty spot to my right. I killed those three and found Alice and the rest of the wolves have killed the remaining ones.