Non Game No Life Novels & Stories

Cornelio explaining the simple rule of the game. “What if both of you get hit? Is that mean draw?” ask Hazel. “There will be no draw state in this game, or they will call this game as the name is.” Said Cornelio. “Hmph! Don’t get too cocky!” said Nathan. “The game will be played with that condition, are you ready?” said Cornelio. “Fine, I’ll play your shitty game.” Said Nathan. “Alright.” Said Cornelio. He just shoots Nathan immediately and the game quickly ended like how it started.

"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.

"Mrs. Hale, you're about to inherit all of Landon's assets. Don't tell me you're jealous of a few in-game rewards." Instinctively, Nova reached up to cover the ID above her head. Only then did she realize that she and Luke were the only ones whose IDs were fully exposed. She ground her teeth and shot a vicious glare up at me. Then, she quickly slipped back into her usual act of fragile innocence. She said, "To tell all of you the truth, the reason this game hasn't gone live yet is that there's a bug in the final boss reward. If some deadly trap pops out and hurts someone, it'll ruin Hale Corporation's reputation.

“You made him dead.” Nero’s mouth quirked. “Yes. I did, right?” he beamed with pride. “So I did. And yet his shadow keeps an appointment. I wish he had a grave that I could pluck his bones from and feed it to the dogs.” Nico’s gaze narrowed on the single chess then trailed back to the screen. “Shadows don’t cut power to locks. Neither do they send packages,” he said slowly. “People do.”

"Sure, it was good, but there was nothing special about it." "Are you kidding me?" "Nah, you are just jealous." Spencer said."You know very well not many can pull that shit off." "I can." Some of the guys laughed. "What? Y'all think I can't do it?"Finn snapped. "We don't think that. We know you can't." I didn't know what video they were talking about. I hadn’t seen it. After our game last night, I went straight home. Showered. Ate. Laid in bed thinking about how crap we actually were. I didn’t open my phone. I was too pissed to do anything else, really.

It was close enough that every person in the hall accepted it without question. I did not accept it. I said nothing. "Game Three begins in four minutes," the voice crawled continually. "No rest period. The game is called Dead Weight. Each player will be assigned a partner by the system. If your partner dies during the game, you lose two lives. If you cut the chain yourself, you will be executed immediately… No exceptions." The screens on every wall lit up simultaneously. A list of names in paired columns scrolled until it stopped. I found my name on the left side.

Like his brain hadn't caught up yet. The ring box slipped from his hand and hit the floor. But I knew better. He'd catch up soon enough. He always did. He should've seen this coming the second he chose Molly—and turned my life into a nightmare. This time, his theatrics didn't shake me. I left the call behind and threw myself back into research. Maybe he finally got the message, because he stopped trying to win me back. Instead, he went full public with Molly—traveling, showing off, livestreaming their so-called "love."

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

I told Brenda that if she need anything then she can call me anytime. Then we left in his car to the club. The club name is morte. This club is really a very weird name I think it is Italian.It's opened here recently and became more popular. I get to know about it from Tanya my friends from the work. She invited me few times but I refused her. But now here I am. "Is Yash also going to be their"i asked him. His eyes fixed on the road. He looked at me when I asked him about it.

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.