No Game No Life No Game No Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Darling: [Baby, when are you going to confront that arrogant heir? Leah: [After I get the last bit of money, we'll run away together.] Darling: [Timothy's a fool. He really thinks you love him so much.] The chat history ended with a message from my account. Leah: [Don't worry. Everything's going according to plan.] This meticulously fabricated record attempted to pin my death entirely on a dirty deal involving an unfair division of spoils. Looking at the phrase ‘everything's going according to plan’ in the screenshot, my soul trembled violently. The painful memory I had been desperately suppressing flooded my mind instantly.

My heart slammed wildly, my hand clenching the bedsheet tight under the blanket. What was he doing? Damn it, just kiss me already! I held my breath, not daring to open my eyes. However, my lashes trembled. The next moment, his hand left. The room fell deathly silent. All I could hear was the hammering of my own heart. After a while, the door clicked shut, and Leon was gone. Slowly, I opened my eyes, my gaze sharp and clear. The game has begun, Leon.

Natzy stared at him, her mind racing. "And we're hunted," Kyle continued. "By our own crimes." "What does that mean?" Natzy demanded. "You'll see soon enough." Before she could press further, the woman in the business suit called out to Naro. "How do you know this is a game?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope. Naro straightened, trying to look confident. "I'm a game developer. I recognize the structure. The timer, the trials, the rules. It's all designed like a survival game."

The voice said, “If I worked for Emma, you’d already be in handcuffs. If I worked for Rafael, you’d already be dead. Think.” Nathan whispered, “Then who are you?” The line went silent. Then a single reply: “Someone who knows the game.” Nathan slammed the phone down. He muttered, “Someone who knows the game. What game? Is my life a game to you? My life is in ashes; you want to play games with it.” Nathan angrily ended the call. His phone buzzed again. A text from an unknown number: “Don’t move yet. you’ll see.” Nathan’s hands shook. He whispered, “What am I supposed to see?”

The kind of look one would give a stranger on the street—no love, no hate, nothing at all. At last, he understood. He had lost me forever. Months later, I read in the news that Joe's university was embroiled in an academic scandal. Ivy's family was implicated too, and their empire crumbled into bankruptcy. Sasha called, gossiping that Joe could not withstand the blow and had gone mad. Meanwhile, my Rebirth series won the International Art Gold Award of the year. When I heard the news, Nathan came out of the studio, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and rested his chin lightly on my shoulder.

"Exactly. Jerome's been running the company all these years. Mark just got back. What if—" Dad cut them off, his voice low and firm. "That's enough. I trust what Mark can do." Watching Jerome and Laura deflate on the spot filled me with pure satisfaction. In my past life, I refused to face Mom's death, and it gave Jerome and Laura the opening they needed to steal her estate and wreck my life. This time, I wasn't letting them win. Every old score was coming due. The moment I got back to Swain Group, I acted on what I remembered from my past life and bought the struggling digital media company I'd once told Rosalie to go after.

Is one quiet night really too much to ask? I clasped my hands on my ears as the sounds of moans and groans from the other room was piercing through the walls of my bedroom. This is what I get for agreeing to living in the same house with one of the biggest players in campus, just so I could pay cheap rent. I laid down in bed, defeated. I couldn't even get through one sentence with all of the commotion from the other room. What the heck is he even doing to these women to make them scream all night? Is he really that good in bed?

They all did. Then, without a word, Luciano stepped in front of her, blocking the screen from her eyes, as if shielding her from the numbers that were still burning holes into her soul. For a moment, it felt like an act of protection. But it was also final. Like the curtain falling after a tragedy. And then he spoke. “Game is over, Noora Veneitte.” His voice was low, deep, almost dangerous but also restrained, as if saying anything more would have let loose something neither of them were ready to face.

Oaklyn whispered at others as she hurried after me. “Today’s going to be a good day.” *** “Hey, I would win, so don’t bother trying.” A faint, cynical smirk curved his lips. Playing football on the computer, Felix and Noah paid attention, concentrating on it. “I’m still going to try even though you’re better than me in this game.” Noah replied vividly. Not the need to win, but the urge to play the game welled within him. “Welcome then. I’ll gladly kill you. You have only three lives to win this level. You will be promoted or demoted.” Felix reminded Noah and he replied with a shrug.