Lost Life Game Novels & Stories

he said, and Cecilia tried not to look too disappointed. "No. I know you can revive someone, though. And that's what I'm most interested in. If I'm wrong, I want a do-over." she said, and Death arched an eyebrow. "For that to work, you'd have to lose your own life." he said, and Cecilia waved off that worry. "Let me handle that. Do we have a deal?" she asked, holding out her hand. "I'll accept the deal if you agree that when I bring you back, I get to choose the time frame. And you'll go on from there." he said, reaching for her hand.

] [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.]

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.

“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...

Marco’s POV The screen freezes for a fraction of a second before the image sharpens, and in that brief pause, I still believe I have time, still believe there is space for manoeuvre, still believe that this is just another twist in a game I have played my entire life and survived by instinct alone. Then the picture clears, and the lie I have been telling myself dies instantly.

Cornelia pointed out. “I know,” Ryan replied with mock pride. “I wanted to try tennis, but it’s too tiring. I don’t want to sweat. Golf is chill. We’re all redoing something anyway.” “Not me,” Trunks said simply. Alejandro raised a brow. “Oh? What are you doing, then?” “Games.” Suhee looked up. “You did that last year too.” “Yes,” Trunks said, smiling faintly. “But this year I’m entering the video game competition. It’s different.”

The 08:00 AM sun began to peek through the smoke, illuminating the destruction of an empire. Elara’s black phone buzzed. A final, high-pitched chime. [ SURVIVAL GAME: REGION 1 — TERMINATED ] [ PRIZE POOL DISTRIBUTED: $2,325 PER SURVIVOR ] "Two thousand dollars?" Mira spat, wiping blood from her lip. "I almost died for two grand?" "Look at the screen, Mira," Elara whispered. The phone didn't stop. A new map was loading. It wasn't just a map of the city anymore. It was a map of the world.

“Congratulations to the two of you for successfully breaking through the second round of the game. I feel very regretful that Germaine didn’t survive.” “Humph. Are you crying like a cat crying over a mouse? Forget it. Just come to the third round of the game!” Adolf licked the corner of his mouth. At this time, Jack and Adolf looked at each other for three seconds. Adolf only felt that the gaze was cold and cruel, and his whole body shivered. Then, a cold voice was heard. “This death livestream has a total of four games. The third game is very simple. Please show your numbers. That is the order of the third game.”

Humphrey, facing her, said, "Kill me, and you win." Unexpectedly, Emily felt a surge of emotion, a mix of closeness and unfamiliarity, and tears streamed down her face. Shaking her head, she replied, "I can't." Just then, another zombie lunged at them from the side. The game ended with the human race extinct. Humphrey sighed, raising his voice, "I just taught you not to be soft-hearted, and you didn't listen at all." Emily, somewhat chastised, replied, "I couldn't bear the thought of you dying for me."