My 1000th Attempt Worked Novels & Stories

»Do 100 push ups (100/100) «Do 100 sit ups (100/100) [Wai: Day 1 Quest Completed. Here are your rewards] [Would you like to open it?] Just as I thought, this body that I have is just the same with that body of mine when I was on my teens. Looking at my arms, it may not have that kind of muscle before but, strangely… my body changed. “I wonder why my body turned to this... Still, I would wish if I can get this sticky thing off my body. It really is irritating at some point”

Ninth day, 23:30: “Beep, hello 001. It is now 23:50, the counting system will close in nine minutes, please complete the count from 1 to 120 if you want to continue” Still out of time, as usual. I didn't think much, immediately counted to 120. Day ten, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Eleventh day, 00:00, what's up, the day is over, why haven't exited yet? The eleventh day, 12:00, it's already been half a day, why in the end? Beep. What's the matter, why haven't I exited yet?

It took longer to load this time, so I thought that it might actually work; however, it went back to the original page. “Rejected. Please try again. 2/3 attempts detected. The computer will automatically shut down after the third failed attempt,” it read. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. This is my last attempt, then. I started getting more and more anxious as I flipped through the calendar. “His mom’s birthday? His dad’s birthday? No, that can’t be,” I said while biting my nails. Suddenly I came across a date only a month ago. It didn’t have any descriptions, just a heart surrounding it.

MAX [Your status has been personified, you are the 1402th Challenger who conquered the Race Specific Quest, would you like to record this achievement to the Hall of Fame?] "Decline" [You achievement has been recorded as "BLANK"] "So most A-tier Challengers already undergo Race Specific Quest… so it was really not as uncommon as I thought it was." I checked my contact list and saw multiple messages from Ivana as well as from the Challengers Association. "Oh, sh.. Ah, I guess I need to hurry."

going away. What did I do wrong? What did I do to make all of the people around me leaving me? --- Can we make it to 400 comments for the last update of the day? Updated 15 chapters in 24 hours. Done for the day.

When it finally hit 100%, I hit send. The page blinked once. Your submission has been received. I stared at the “sent” notification for another moment, then closed the laptop. That was all I could do for him now.

Easy. My first try, probably fifteen minutes after, was shit. Nothing happened. Second try went longer than the first but there still was no different changes. Third try, I lost myself in time, snapping around because of mosquito bites. I grit my teeth. “Oh, come on! I’ve got wolves all around me who can shift in their sleep and here I am looking like a yoga instructor having a midlife crisis.” 'Maybe stop whining and try again?' Nyah suggests dryly.

He wasn’t that stupid—he couldn’t be. There were two attempts left. I had two more chances, and I could not screw this up. The day we met? It seemed strange, but he appeared to have this unhealthy obsession with me, so I was willing to give it a try. It gave me an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, but I typed in the code as I was waiting for a miracle to happen, but that miracle never came. It was wrong.

I typed in the answer and clicked the button again. It took forever to load, and I bit the crap out of my nails until I saw the green checkmark and a popup saying that the money transferred. I closed the laptop and grabbed a pen and the first piece of paper I saw.

"She's the one who asked." The study went dead quiet, just the fire snapping in the hearth and Lorenzo's heartbeat thundering in his ears. His lips parted, but nothing came. He never thought Chiara would actually let go. For five years, he'd staged thirty-three accidents, praying she'd take the hint and end the "cursed" engagement. That way, he could honor the Mortoros and still chase his own heart. So why now... did it feel like something had been ripped straight out of him?