Life After Death The Game Novels & Stories

My throat was sandpaper, but I had to know. He dropped his eyes. Took a second before answering. "It was... nude photos. Yours. Niama was planning to blackmail you. But Vivian opened the package. That's why she went that night. Ree, it's over. All of it." I shut my eyes, pulled my hand back, and turned away. Yeah. It was over. Time for me to go, too. I had kept a little of Vivian's ashes in a vial. I was gonna take her with me—to see the rivers, the mountains we always talked about, and that snow-covered peak from my dreams.

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

It'll show as a drug overdose, but once they open her up, they'll have more questions than answers, seeing as her organs would have been petrified. It was an agonizing death. Even Uncle Guy complained that he had to throw up after filming, but I couldn't have her go out any other way. They'll never figure out the concoction of formaldehyde and liquid death that had been used because I made it up myself unless they had the time to dissect whatever tissue is left after the concoction liquified her insides.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

My voice was so calm that it even scared me. "Amelie died—that was her price. You have your own price to pay." Twinkle stayed silent for a long time, then lowered his head. Tears fell and hit the tile floor. "I understand. I'm sorry." With that, he turned and left, disappearing from my sight. I found a burial plot for Amelie and laid her to rest. She'd made a lot of mistakes. She lived brightly and boldly, never expecting to die so miserably. Later, I saw a news report.

Golden light spilled across the surface of the sea, so beautiful that it stole my breath. I was still here. I was still alive. The system spoke again, but this time, its voice was no longer cold and robotic. "Detected that player has completed self-awakening and reclaimed personal agency in the last ten days. Strategy target recalibrated from 'being loved by others' to 'loving oneself.' Mission successful. Reward is a new life." I went still. Then, I started to laugh. So that was it. The real goal of this whole strategy game had never been Blake. It had been me.

“Is that what’s causing my hands to be all tingly.” His great-uncle nodded. “So, are we close?” “Are we almost there.” “Yes, a bit more and you will be back. However, know this, you will be back but in a dead body.” Crown Prince gasped. “I’m sorry, this is how the resurrection works.” “So, I will be dead, but alive?” His great-uncle looked at him and asked, “Yes. Are you okay with that?” Crown Prince nodded. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Cool. So, this is the afterlife. I’ve gone and died, haven’t I?” That is for you to decide. It can be an end for you. “An end? Not the end?” Yes. An end. Not the end. You may choose if you wish to live on and brave the waves of the life you left. You may equally choose to move on and be at one with the after-realm, this realm of spirits. “As much as I wish to go back, didn’t you see what just happened? A bunch of soldiers shot me dead. I cannot physically recover, can I?”

One thing Kenzo doesn't know is that he is the mastermind behind his lover's accident, Alice Gricelle Johnson. If it is true Alice is still alive, and that person vows to find the girl before Kenzo. Then he will kill the girl. If necessary after he killed Alice, he would send Alice's body to Kenzo, so Kenzo could feel sad. He was also curious, how much Kenzo suffered for losing someone who had an important role in his life. "That's why ..." said the man, pausing for a moment. "Let's start this game!" ~Next Chapter~ _________________ ____________________

"None of it existed before the first player transmigrated. It was created for the game. Built from collective unconscious, archetypal fears, whatever metaphysical force powers this thing. It feels real because it is real while the game is active. But it's not permanent." I sat back, mind reeling. "What happens to players who die in the game?" "They wake up in their original world. Usually traumatized, sometimes better, always changed by the experience. The game marks them as completed players and moves on." He paused. "Unless they die as the final boss. Then they just... end. No return. No second chance. That's the price of the role." "So if I kill you," "I'm dead permanently. The game ends.