Novel & Cerita Mystic Messenger Games

Trustworthy and understanding. "Okay, I will be downstairs in few minutes." I said and he took that and left not without patting me on the shoulders and taking a look at his 'ugly' self in my mirror, winking at himself and struck a pose. I snorted and fell back on the bed, reminiscing what the Moon goddess said. She was mistakenly bonded to me? How is that even possible? Time to take a shower I guess. * * * I cast a last look at myself and exhaled before exiting my room. I was dressed in just casual clothes since I was just going to be hanging around the pack.

Daisy missed her spell, and Lucy is darting in the sky to get beneath me. I land on his back with a thud. "Nice catch!" Lucy growls. 'We shouldn't celebrate yet—the actual fight starts now. Are you ready to play with some fire, my love?' I follow his gaze to the other shadows nearing us. It must be the other demons, and knowing Asmodeus, the bastard who murdered Hayley, might be one of them, gives me an additional reason to fight. My eyes narrow, and I clench my jaw. The game is on, and I'm playing to win.

I nodded to keep them quiet, and I’m confident that the sale that happened today will reach the Villalobos because they are greedy when it comes to money. “What the f-ck! No way!” I came to a halt and glanced at Natasha, who couldn’t accept the loss. “I won,” I smirked, glancing at Natasha, who turned red with anger. “Y-you, bitch!” I cocked an eyebrow at her, but all I did was smile and sit back in my chair. I won’t penalize you if you’re upset. You are a low-class rival. I’m just going to waste my time. “Congratulations, Ms. Mystica!”

I was about to log on to the game again. As soon as I went online, I received secret messages from strangers. “Lucifer, you look so beautiful.” “Beauty, Game God, I want to take pictures with you!” “Game God, can I be a friend of yours?” “Beauty, can I use your picture as my profile picture?” **** The corner of my mouth twitched. I quickly opened the game settings and turned off the secret message function. Only then could I feel peace. There were no more secret messages. However, someone sent a world message.

Everyone turned to look at him and heard him say, "You will get ten Stage-1 Mystic Stones every month and you can also earn them through completing missions. But the Mystic Sky Rankings are the key source of the stones." He paused for a beat before saying, "You will get your one-off reward for breaking into the rankings for the first time. You will also get a reward for staying in the rankings, to be accumulated every day and paid out every month. The higher your ranking is, the more rewards you accumulate. Do you understand, kids? You have to work hard. Of course, those who didn't make the rankings have to work hard too. Mystic Stones accumulation is still based on your achievements, except

" I quietly pulled out my phone and messaged our competition: [You can start your game launch now.] In the next instant, Jessica, who had been detailing the tough journey of the game’s development, and Wayne both turned pale.

He tells me, and my eyes widen. “Oh, of course. I’ve seen some of your pack members compete. Very impressive.” I tell him. Mystic rain is a pack far from the rest, hidden in the caves halfway across the world, he had to have traveled a week to meet up here. They pride themselves in their strength, and hunting abilities.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

I held it out, letting the elevator lights catch on the glowing letters. Jessica took it, her eyes narrowing as she inspected it. Fabian leaned over her shoulder, his expression growing curious. I pointed out the secret message that only appeared under the right light. “It’s an invitation to a very exclusive, very secret poker night. But this isn’t your typical high-stakes game. We think this… this is something else. I’m guessing the stakes are more than just money.” Victor nodded in agreement. “We think this game might be how certain information trades hands—something The Mirage doesn’t want just anyone knowing about.”

I mean if they did, they shouldn’t be alive now since it’s somewhat a ‘don’t tell’ thingy. That just makes it all fake and I see the rules of the game are really so deadly little wonder they are able to get people scared. “Are you in or out.” The message popped in. Without wasting much time I typed “in.” Sent. Shortly after, the messenger background started evanescing, forming a mixture of light green, black and red. It got me electrocuted, stupefied and bewildered. My eyelids raised to humanly possible as I watched how the background changes mysteriously. At first I couldn’t comprehend the image it was trying to produce until it became crystal clear.