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Rainier said with joy, “That’s right! This must be it! This is the real way to escape! If we could have thought of it in the beginning, we wouldn’t have become like this. If we continue, I’ll die in this round, but what about the next round? Who would die? What about the tenth level? Who would die?” Bazaar and Morse’s emotions became complicated. Yes, there were still two more levels of the mini-game. No one knew what the mission of the next level of the mini-game was, let alone who would complete it. Moreover, the difficulty of the mission seemed to be increasing, which meant that the danger level of the mission was also increasing. “F*ck!” Morse cursed. Then he looked at Barzel and said, “

I croaked in pain before he kicked my ribs, I heaved and fell back to the ground, barely hanging on to my consciousness. “Nothing valuable boss,” one of the goons spat distastefully. Their ‘boss’ snickered at the remark and grabbed my hair, my sight tripled along with all nausea and pain. I could barely lift my face much less fight back. Everything went so fast, please, I still need to find the cure. “Useless trash, you fought well but not enough. You’re gonna rot ‘ere all alone,” Those were the words he spoke before he stared blankly at me.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

"The pain is back. Hurry, kill me." "Myles, we can fix this. Odin and everyone will do everything to cure you," I frantically promise, although it will take a long time to find a cure. I want to give him hope to show I can save him. "You know it's too late and that bastard up there," Myles groans. "He's waiting for the finale. Give him what he wants. Kill me." "But-" Myles shakes his head and starts to turn into the crazy madman again. "Hurry! I can't hold on anymore. Kill me!"

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Science at its finest. I scan the area, taking in the nightmare before me. We are losing people, the crawlers are far too strong, and we are struggling against them. Even if Mama is curing the physical injuries, only Enrique or moon water will fully cure our people. The aftermath is already looking dreary. The sooner we end him, the less our people will suffer. A sudden surge of darkness spreads and I raise my hand, allowing myself to suck in the attack before I flick my hand towards the crawlers and the surge throws them back.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

“It was specifically designed to kill royal werewolves. His body is fighting it, but it’s losing the battle.” My breath caught, and I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. “Is there a cure?” I asked. Rachel hesitated before nodding. “There’s a flower,” she said. “It grows in the swamps near the border of the kingdom. The petals can be used to create an antidote.” “Then we’ll go,” I said immediately. “It’s not that simple,” Rachel said with her expression troubled. “The swamps are dangerous. Few who go there ever come back. And there’s no guarantee the flower will work.”

His blood hits the floor and sinks; the Maze drinks it greedily. He glances at me. “It needs blood freely given.” “I can help.” “No.” He’s firm, low. “One of us bleeds. Not both.” But the Maze doesn’t stay satisfied for long. By the next chamber, the heartbeat quickens, louder, impatient. The walls pulse tighter, forcing us single-file through a tunnel barely wide enough to breathe. The floor squelches with each step. Renna vomits. The sound echoes wetly. I gag, forcing it down. “Keep moving.”

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m