Lost Life Game Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.” Fiel was stunned as he heard the announcement. “Game of Fangs and Death… Alpha Pharoah? What kind of place or the world I have been thrown from that oubliette?” he thought hastily. His life has been a total mess since the day that he was accused of raping and k

Daria demands. “You know I’m not supposed to,” Poseidon appears to walk out of the water. “How many lives does she have left?” Daria asks. “Well, she would have one, but you let Joey kill her before she turned 18, now you have none. You die, we lose” Poseidon tells her. “I’ve never lost a game, especially against Selene. Don’t be the first to fail me.” “Wait, I had two more chances,” Daria stops him.

Maeve and I exchanged another worried glance as we contemplated the new threat our friend now faced, alone in that precarious duo within the Scarlet Ravens, operating in this game world that had just demonstrated how easily and ruthlessly it could snuff out even the most seasoned of players. The notification mocked us, a grim reminder of the cruel reality within this death game. One mistake, one misstep, and your life ends — our soul forever lost in this hellish purgatory. Amidst the hell and horror of the game's update, as the clocked ticked in the horizon, our team prepared to start this day. We sharpened our weapons, checking the blades for any imperfections that could cost us our lives.

The realization that my golden boy era was dead now and the mafia's toy had been born tonight broke me even further. How long can I play this deadly game before it completely kills me?

“Catchy. Branding checks out.” “You died,” the older woman said, voice level. “Now each stop is a world. You go in, you try not to die again. If you make it to the objective, the bus picks you up. If you don’t…” “Permanent delete,” I supplied. “Great,” Jax said. “So it’s like the world’s worst battle royale server, but with less respawn and more trauma.” He took it in stride far better than I had. “You’re taking this well,” I said.

"I knew she wouldn't make it. No one can. No matter what role they pick, their life or death depends on his mood." I could just imagine the commenter cackling as they typed. "This really is the toughest atonement game, yet the system keeps dragging in newbies. That's no different from sending them to their deaths." A key point caught my attention, so I immediately turned to stare at the system. "Have people played this game more than once?" The system answered, "If a player survives, they must re-enter the game every six months. Otherwise, they would die." Some people broke down.

--- I opened my eyes slowly. I was lying in the gaming capsule chair. I had returned to the real world. A tear slipped down my cheek. One of the staff members hurried over, apologizing profusely. “There was a glitch in the system,” he explained. “It accidentally transported you into a horror game.” I asked quietly, “Players who die inside the horror game… do they die in real life too?” The staff member, adjusting his glasses, nodded solemnly. “For most horror games, yes. Participants sign a life-and-death contract for the reward money. But the game you entered was different.”

The voice grew louder, scarier. "The groom is dead!! The groom is dead!!"

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.”

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.