My Roleplay System Novels & Stories

"It's a game! It's a GAME here! It is still a game, even though it is completely real! He was able to recognize the kind of circumstance he was in thanks to his senses. There was no real corpse in this. It was merely a simulation of a game. He needed proof to calm down, but the realism in front of him, the stench of blood, and the rotten smell of the body convinced him otherwise. “Character!” Added Mike. He had become quite accustomed to gaming controls through his part-time job at the blacksmith's. Fortunately, this underground game was not exempt from some of the rules and controls. A Character Attributes Window that he and only he could see appeared in front of him as his voice rang out.

It was also the chance for promotion and benefits. "I already went to many parades, so I must be as professional as ever! The main reason I'm here is to destroy Tsu Lian at least! It's my might. I have an ally who is a friend too." Zoe thought firmly clenching her fists She managed to get in backstage and was already in the cabinet for her makeup. Zoe waited for a dresser to dress her up. A man appeared like a seamstress and already ordered command on her to let him do his work.

He grinned, "Yes, baby! Luck is on my side this time!" The other systems laughed at his childishness while some were devastated. Everyone rolls the roulette except V since the Enchantress already gave him a player. Then, they checked the results. [System V: Guest Kiera. Troll Department: Breaker] [System Note: Guest Can Dice. Lead Department: Savior.] [System Faya: Guest Loli Can. Villain Department: Thief] [System Virus: Guest Liliana. Villain Department: Wrecker] [System Didi: Guest Ady. Cannon Fodder Department: Supporter]

Greta added. I know about that because that's really on their list. In this game, it is said that this theater will act as another character so that you can give justice to that character. Remember? I'm good at that. I always get the lead role but, in this game, it looks like role-playing because it is instant and not on stage. Do you see it? There are salts.

That skill was used to blow up others, and the cost of the player's own life. Seeing six corpses lying on the Battlefield was speechless. Phantasm was so ruthless that he would rather die together than let you win. James shouted, “Holy Shit! Master, what’s going on? Who is going to win? Both sides are dead.” “Let’s see what system decides.” I said calmly. In the end, the system decides that the side of Phantasm would win. If both parties were dead, or if the time was up and no one was dead, the system would choose the winner based on the output.

The glowing red digits of his alarm clock read 5:00 AM. He rubbed his face and sat up, staring at the dim outline of his room. (…I need to understand this Romanticism System. If it’s real… then I can’t just ignore it.) He whispered into the silence. “System…” The familiar translucent window blinked into existence above his bed. Romanticism System — Status Window Strength (STR): 10 Agility (AGI): 12 Endurance (END): 11 Vitality (VIT): 9 Willpower (WIL): 12

“The Wild Card. This is where my discretion as Game Master is most absolute. The roll commands a scene, an act, a dynamic that falls outside the other categories or combines them in a specific way. It could be a command to perform a specific, explicit act. It could be a scenario: a roleplay, an objectification scene. It is the category of creative dominion. Your safe word is always your absolute protection. But within that, you grant me significant latitude to… design your experience.” The air seemed to vanish from the room. This was the true surrender. Not just to an act, but to his imagination, his will. It was terrifying. It was everything she hadn’t known she wanted. “You would provide a

I shook my head at the System’s irrelevant question. “Am I getting a bonus?” I cared far more about my rewards than these characters’ lives. Such was human nature. Once I made up my mind that the characters were all data, my empathy didn’t apply to them. Since I stayed neutral, the Core System teleported me back to the real world and gave me a promotion. Talk about a blessing in disguise. No more world-hopping for me. All I had to do now was work behind the scenes and troubleshoot for other players, providing them with walkthroughs.

Across the room, Jax stands apart, his expression a war of doubt and shame. I ignore them all. My focus is on the chaos beyond the auditorium doors. My mind is a whirlwind. If I killed every single NPC in this Instance… my Life Points would skyrocket. What would happen then? Maybe I’d die instantly, smote by the System. Or maybe… something wonderful would break. The outcome is the same if I fail: death. So why not try? A decision crystallizes, hard and sharp as a diamond. From the moment I was thrown into this game—denied my Ability, my points, my basic fucking tools—a rage has been simmering in my gut. I want to see what happens when I shatter the rules completely.

A ripple of shock ran through the room. “Two hundred thousand?” someone whispered. “Voluntary withdrawal equals automatic elimination plus penalties,” Owen repeated calmly. I glanced at Leo. His face had gone pale. Game duration. —Three months. —Weekly cycles. —Skill/Gaming challenges. Sports challenges. Physical challenges. Then every Friday. —Sensual role-playing (the game master would present the outfits needed and tools required). I swallowed hard. What ranks each player (doesn't have to be the main player and their partners, they can switch as the game goes on.)