Lifeweb Game Novels & Stories

Livia’s gaze didn’t shift, but her tone was laced with quiet steel. “I’m willing to give it a try. Let’s see what you’re willing to offer.” He turned, looking out into the depths of the night. “But remember this, Livia: Anyone who plays with me ends up either a rival… or a corpse. I hope you’ll be the former.” “Then remember this too,” Livia said with a slight smile, her eyes calm and unfathomable as deep lake water. “Other people bet their lives—I bet my chances. And this game? I’ve played it before.”

It made me want to log out immediately and never log in again. Looking at Luka, I tried to understand what he must be feeling right now. If he has been trapped inside the game for a week, how has he managed to survive? There might not be many high-level monsters in the first level, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t in constant danger. He could get attacked by another player and be killed. In every game I have ever played, there were players that enjoyed killing other players. With this game, if you kill another player, you can loot their items and take a portion of their gold pieces.

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

"Go on will you?" "As I was saying." This time Ten directed all his attention to Luna and Wei who seemed to be the only ones interested. "The name of the game is 'KILL THE SHITTY KILLER MONSTERS.'" "Definitely a shitty game." Emma quipped. "And I agree." Sandra nodded along In confirmation." Ignoring the both of them Ten continued. "The game is pretty simple. Like the name is implies. It's just killing those guys over there who can't come across from over here."

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

Just like the other promise, that he would be closer to me, failed. Just like all the others after an argument, many are in our relationship. To avoid wear and tear, I avoided conflicts and focused more on other things, such as the RLC. Red Light Center is a paid game, if you want something in the game you have to buy the VIP package, but when you are new, they entitled you to a VIP month, and to have the sex you need to be a VIP. After a month, you have the option to pay the monthly fee or annuity.

"Is that what you think this is? A life?" "Well, my hearts beating and I'm breathing," Livi argues, insisting that she felt pretty alive and so, she must have a life. "What you have isn't a life, Liviana. It's a game!" Emilia tells. "And you're being played for a fool!" "No, I'm not-" "Yes, you are!" "I am not a fool!" Livi denies, and Emilia scoffs a laugh. "Really?" She asks. "'Cause you could've fooled me."

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

Until I found her, my entire network was vulnerable. "Sir," Marcus’s voice cut through the dim room as he stepped inside, his expression deeply unsettled. "A secure, one-way digital transmission just bypassed our primary firewall. It’s routed through an untraceable dark-web proxy. It's... it’s a direct message from Vesper." My eyes snapped up. I snatched the tablet from his hand. The screen didn't contain text. Instead, a voice file began to play. The audio was heavily modulated—deep, mechanical, and entirely unrecognizable, stripped of any human pitch or tone.

I feigned relaxation and was just about to speak when Lloyd ran over, like a shark smelling blood. Worked up, he pointed at me and Wendy, then said to the reporters, “Can you believe them?! They’re actually cheating in public! Take their photos! Wendy Clark won’t be able to hide this!” He sounded really excited, and his features were twisted, which made him look like a monster. However, the cameras trained on me turned to Lloyd, taking him by surprise. Just as he wondered whether they had been bought over, Wendy slapped him in the face, stunning him so much that he found himself unable to react.