No Game No Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But now, everything was gone. As the sun began to rise, Casper realized that he had to move on. He couldn't let this defeat him. He had built his own company from scratch, and he was worth billions of dollars. He couldn't let his brother and his ex-fiancee get the best of him. He drove back to his office, determined to throw himself into his work. He had a company to run, and he couldn't let his personal life interfere with it.

Simultaneously, Mizu and her opponent walks in the center of the stage with a distance of 2 meters away from each other and are in high guard, soon the host announced, " Between player 11659 and player 11996, the game of life and death now begins!" Just the second after the host declared, the girl immediately vanished and like a gust of wind that passed Mizu, she didn't notice her coming, just when she felt a blade grazes her face and followed by a sting. Blood instantly flew on the new wound. Mizu wipes it and turned back, facing her opponent who was already linking the blade with her own blood. Mizu caught off guard from her inhuman speed.

My heart was failing but it was at those moments, I felt a strange peace within myself. This is what death feels like… it’s very lonely. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey readers, if you have gotten this far in the chapter, congratulations because you have finished the first book series of A Game of Chess: Queens to King.

All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to. THE END

A glint of silver—his curved blade slipped and hit the ground with a sharp clang, landing three feet from my boots. He didn't even glance up. Just barked, "Pick it up." The wolves froze. Eyes locked on me, waiting for a show. I knew this game. Last life, he treated me like his damn servant. I didn't move. Just dug my heel into the gravel and said flatly, "You dropped it. You pick it up." The training ground went dead quiet. Even the wind cut out. Kain's head jerked up, eyes lit with rage. "What did you just say?"

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

My reflection stares back—a girl who looks like she should be crying over a broken heart, not planning how to dismantle a goddamn death game from the inside out. Perfect Clear. Two of them. The System had to make a spectacle of it. A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “Should’ve seen that coming. Nothing’s ever quiet with you, is it?” I’m talking to the empty room, to the unseen architecture of the Game. It doesn’t answer. It just watches. My new phone glows on the coffee table. Sleek, transparent, cold to the touch. The Game’s welcome gift for surviving your first Instance. Your leash and your lifeline, all in one. It buzzed once already.

“No! No! On the left!” “Use the sniper!” “I said left!” “No! Now we’re dead! It’s game over! We lost the game!” “How could the great-genius Stefano lose a simple game?!” “What simple?! It’s hard and also stupid! What kind of person would be alive even after five shots of bullet? Is that dude immortal?” “It’s a game character! It’s fictional! What kind of boring life did you live that you don’t even know how game logic works?!”

"Noah, that's not-" "But you know, I still have football, and as long as I can play the game I love, I know I can keep on carrying on. Right? Because what's my option? I have no idea. But then I get a fluke hit in a game, and suddenly, everyone's telling me that football, the one steady and true love of my fucking life, is no longer an option for me. I can't play that game ever again. And bonus-now I've got a fucked-up knee that requires hours of painful therapy. So congratulate me, Emma, because I'm winning at life. This is the celebration. Party it up."