Phasmophobia How Many Players Novels & Stories

We would fight one-on-one with guild staff members acting as mediators. Meanwhile, on each side of the training arena, numerous adventurers watched the match. I felt like a gladiator in a colosseum, but I remained calm as I had experienced similar situations when playing a virtual game that brought together players from various servers and countries. Even then, the number of spectators couldn't be compared to the audience of my current match. I recalled that, at that time, a single colosseum, with a capacity of ninety thousand people, was filled with players from various countries.

Then the digits started dropping. One by one, at first. Then faster. 0549. 0548. 0547. 0546. 0545— My throat tightened. The numbers kept falling. 0520. 0500. 0460. 0400. 0380. 0360. 0345. 0336. And then it stopped. And the number 336 blinked on the screen in harsh white light. The Game Master clapped its hands together. “Well,” it chirped, its grin widening. “I hope that explained itself. We’re down to Three Hundred And Thirty-six Players!”

Seeing the systems obeyed, they know they shouldn't mess with her. The systems glittered and from the screen, with a confusing look as to why their master is here, still, they followed her order. They watch the race. There are 45 players with name on it. The names for the numbers are written on one of the screens and they know who they are. Even though they watch the race, it only feels like watching a science convention movie. The systems excluded important information and even the players' thoughts. After watching, the Enchantress asked, "Satisfied?"

For the sake of his junior, he had held back some of his words, but his junior was far too stubborn and even doubted his intentions. The small-eyed man sneered, his voice got colder and replied, "There are so many who have the same thoughts as you. A total of two hundred and twenty people are participating in the slaughter game, and it will only end when a hundred and twenty warriors die. Do you think you won't be part of the one hundred and twenty?

Jeonghan might noticed this too, but I guess he's quick to catch this on so he probably did something to them already. Anyway, it's very risky to stand in open, pretending I'm Rambo because I'm confident with my shooting skill. Since I'm not a person who's into forming a group and then fighting with my own teammates in the end, I'll play the defense mode. I checked the screen and saw that there are 15 participants in the West side. So it will be 14 vs. 1, them against me.

She answered rhetorically, "1,800." When she said that, Felix's mouth fell agape. "There are around 50 Malevolent Phantoms. Besides these 50, are all these people normal human beings?" Mylo nodded. "That's right. There are over 1,700 people who work and live here. Because of Yosef's abilities, he can sense the death of any of us Malevolent Phantoms. If one of us dies, he will order the C-tier and B-tier Malevolent Phantoms to go on a killing spree.

“I don’t get it. Are we still all here or are there people who came out already?” “Yes, we are a total of twenty-five persons, fourteen are out already.” “What? That many? Where are we even?” I was dumbfounded with the idea of the silly kid game that they turned into a gruesome one. “Number eleven, number eleven please proceed the exit. Number eleven, number eleven please proceed the exit.” A booming voice blasted from the intercom. “I repeat, number eleven, number eleven please proceed the exit. I repeat, number eleven, number eleven please proceed to the exit.”

He realized he was taking fun way too seriously. “Okay, fine,” he said. “Game Master: Players minus one, show exit.” As Pelli relaxed his stance and pulled back from the fight, a door appeared in midair dozens of meters behind them. He started walking towards it immediately. “Lemme go change up classes,” he continued. “I’ll be right back, alright?” After he was gone, Eva fell back closer towards Miko and Pio, and killed as many Ratmen as she could along the way. She appraised the situation, and realized that numbers stayed thinned out, likely due to the game having one less player involved.

I frowned, glancing at Basil to see if he would say something, but he just sighed and lay back on his bed. “Listen here, dummy!” Sammy went on. “There are only five phantom wolves. Azriel, Zeke, Asher, Rhys and Dominic. Out of the five, Dominic has already picked one. Which is not surprising since he doesn't care for skills and is just interested in pretty boys he can toy with…” The last part made my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. So I was supposed to be the pretty boy toy?

Umalingawngaw sa buong silid ang anunsyo na iyon. “You will pass three consecutive rooms. The Carnage, The Apparition, and the Tribunal of Penance. With every room, a great amount of recruits will be taken out until there are only 12 remaining. There are 76 recruits in total, and within an hour and thirty minutes, you must be able to eliminate as many opponents as possible.” The metal door opened and some guys wearing red hoods entered the room, pushing a cart covered with a wide white cloth. There were a total of five carts.