Log Horizon Games Novels & Stories

Horizon. "Mr. Gama, please reconsider your decision, everyone has mistakes and oversights. I think that's what they're going through right now, so I beg you to reconsider your decision." Mr. Horizon asked earnestly. Gam was silent momentarily, staring at Lopyu until he could decide. "Mr. Gama, I am prepared to guarantee that they will all behave themselves." Mr. Horizons assured. He was sacrificing himself for the sake of his colleague. "Very well, I will consider my decision since you have tried to defend me, Mr. Horizons. I will give the lion's share of this cooperation.

But he had a heart of gold, he was probably the only boy I would let near my sister, ever. And that was saying a lot. “How is he?” I mused absentmindedly picking at my wilted chicken sandwich. “He’s great, he’s right here actually let me call him over,” before I could tell her not to worry because I didn’t want to disturb him. Another thing about Hiro was he was always working, always. He had a dream of starting his own game development company, and I knew he would make it one day. There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!”

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

There was a deafening roar of engine in the air. Phoenix looked up, and her expression changed drastically. “It's a Horizon 17!” she said through clenched jaws. Horizon 17 was Drakonia's most advanced bomber. There were only five of these in the entire Drakonia. At this moment, three of these were right above their heads. "Hahahaha! The missiles on these three Horizon 17s are capable of erasing this island from the ocean! In fact, it can even vaporize all the seawater within a few miles! No matter how strong you are, you're still mortal. Let's die together!"

It was the normal way a prey always relaxes when the predator steps away… forgetting that sometimes, the beast only backs off to sharpen its claws. I stood at the top of the cliffs of Death Hollow now, the wind howling in the air, the sky was bleeding, the earth soaked with death, black mist curling at my feet. The death hollow was a little realm I had crafted for myself. Below me were my chosen circle— my generals, sergeants, war lords. Those I had chosen to keep. Those I hadn’t sacrificed for the game. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? A game. And Ava?

Paulina glanced at her crew, thankful for their support as they approached what could be a pivotal second for Project Nexus. Across the table sat Daniel Crowe, Horizon’s lead strategist. His confident demeanor changed into a match using a glint in his eye that hinted at something monumental. “Paulina,” Daniel started, standing to greet her with a corporate handshake. “I’ve been searching ahead to this meeting. We’ve been developing something I accept as true which will redefine sustainable energy. We call it Horizon X.” Elijah’s forehead furrowed barely as he exchanged a look with Paulina. Leila raised an eyebrow but remained silent, her skepticism clear.

"The Vesper persona isn't a game. It’s a shadow network that currently holds the decryption keys to every single asset Thorne Industries owns. If I don't check in with my broker in exactly twenty minutes, an automated script drops your entire architecture into the open market." A slow, terrifyingly beautiful smile curved his lips. It wasn't the smile of a businessman threatened with ruin; it was the smile of a monster that had finally found a worthy hunt. "Let it drop," Malakai murmured, his thumb slowly tracing the frantic pulse point on my pinned wrist. "Let the whole empire burn to ash, Aria. I can rebuild a corporate structure in a fiscal quarter. I can’t rebuild six months of losing my

“Horror games are a survival hell. It’s not your fault. But from now on, we need to focus on finding clues as fast as possible.” The guy with glasses nodded and agreed. “The banquet lasts two hours. During that time, all NPCs stay in the banquet hall. We have to use that window to search for the exit. Once the banquet ends, they’ll start wandering around randomly. If they catch us, we die. So after that, we have to stay hidden.”