Lost Life Game Novels & Stories

Hoping fiercely that they were not involved. With sadness clouding her usually vivid green eyes, Annalise barely spoke above a whisper. "They died. During the rogue rebellions. My parents were warriors...great warriors and wonderful alphas. I was their only child and they loved me." Annalise had to take a gulp of water before continuing. " I was only seven when I was told by their Beta that they had been lost during one of the rogues midnight raids. He took the position of Alpha after that and now his son is the Alpha but he is not good."

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.

SCRAPE! Emergency lights flickered, illuminating the now-silent studio. The Tech-Zombie Alpha froze. The wires on its body went dead. Its camera lenses dimmed. Kevin's hologram vanished. It was completely paralyzed. [Warning! 'EMP Overcharge' successfully neutralized 'Tech-Zombie Alpha'!] [Mission 'Defeat Tech-Zombie Alpha' Complete!] [Rewards Received: 'Upgrade Camera (Impact-Resistant & Anti-Cringe)' & 'Digital Indomie Recipe'!]

I never expected to meet my real family like this, I knew they were dead, but somehow they are alive in a different world. “I thought you and mom died. How come you both are still here?” I asked him and he laughed. “Because this is not the real world. Every ace that has ever lived is here. This is the home of the Aces after death. It's why no one can find it. Out there in the real world, you have to be dead to it before you can have access to this place…" It was as if him saying out there in the real world had juggled my memory and I remembered Augustus. I thought sadly about how he would never be able to come and see my home.

"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.

“But I can promise she’ll never know this part of you. That’s all I can give you.” Luca nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Then we’re agreed.” Montez clapped him on the shoulder, though his chest felt heavy. “Go then. And may you live to regret this decision.” Luca chuckled. “Thank you, Boss.” The memory shifted into the last time Montez saw him alive. Blood, gunfire, chaos in the streets. A mission gone wrong exactly as he had predicted. Luca’s lifeless body pulled from the wreckage and tossed by the lake. His promise burned into Montez’s mind even as the police built their story.

Ignoring everyone, Serena eyed Edgar with a challenging look and said, "You wanted to play this game, right? I'll play along, then. What's the worst that could happen? I don't care if I die." Face ashen, Edgar roared, "You'd even kill me, Serena?" "There's no honor in old people who cling to life in desperation, refusing to die. If you kill my man, I'll kill you," Serena declared, her voice steely with determination. Cyndi, who stood nearest to Serena, had gone pale when Serena first pulled out the gun. But after a moment of terror, she no longer felt scared.

Words carve themselves across the surface in shimmering silver. Trial Lost – Shadowfall Consumed by Reflection Status: Still in the Game I almost drop it. Still in the Game. That’s what he meant. Why did he look like something wearing Dax’s skin? “Gods,” I whisper, stomach twisting. “Dax…” Violet bristles. ‘He’s not dead. But he’s not alive either. He’s trapped inside the Game like a ghost with teeth.’ I swallow hard and replace the slate carefully. There are others: Elyra and Therin. And then, I freeze when I see the next slate.

I watched him coldly. "When we made the plan, Dad didn't say you'd still be alive." He let out a disdainful whistle, not even bothering to pretend anymore. "You called us out here to beg for mercy?" I took a deep breath and began my performance. "I've thought it through. With a price on my head across the underworld and my own family wanting me dead, what's the point of living?" They were taken aback, clearly not expecting me to be so direct. I continued, my voice trembling, "I've lost everything. My reputation is ruined, and even my own parents want to see me dead. My life is a joke."

“Are the participants street beggars?” "Yes," Echo replied. "And these beggars are going to play an online game, which is Mobile Legends, in order to survive and win the huge amount of money that awaits them in the end. There are many beggars involved, so in stage 1-4 the fight is by group. A team fight. The system has become a team, and the losing team will not go home in tears... because the losers will not be able to go home because they will be killed. Until it reaches the point where only six players will step on stage 5, that's individual."