Phasmophobia How Many Players Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 68 THIRD-PERSON POV The game finally started, Ren's group which is the XIX Tier moved their way to clear the minions on their respective lanes. Starting of the game may be bored to others but that is how the players fatten up. All of their farm and try not to can't as much as possible before getting at least an item. Ashley was so focused on watching trying to make some notes on the said gameplay. She was expecting that jerk's performance was hype just like what the articles say about him.

"And I do not want to." The orbs blazed with light—not the desperate pulse of prisoners hoping for rescue, not the flickering hope of survivors clinging to life, but the warm, steady, certain glow of freedom finally, impossibly, undeniably approaching. Three hundred twenty-two points of light, blazing in the darkness like stars being born. "The exit protocol is unlocked for all active nodes. Three hundred twenty-two players may depart simultaneously. The game will not resist. The game will not impede. The game will... help."

"Who are you calling Ms. Lee... No! Is he there right now?!" "*Is that the reason why he said he's nearby? That's not the point! You tried to make me wait for half an hour?!* Emily rushes back to the building. ##### "Welcome to the training hall of XK Gaming." When they entered, Jc was surprised by the size of the players' training hall. It was massive. They have Tarpaulins of game characters, large or small game figurines in every corner of the room, and pictures of the professional players of the club on the wall and the main attraction of the room were the middle is a circular gaming setup that can be, used by 10 players.

After we left, the healer asked, "Why didn't you tell her? He's with someone else now. Doesn't even remember her." I sighed. "Ever heard of a kind lie? People need something to hold onto— even if it's fake." The healer opened his mouth to reply— Then that eerie voice cut through: [Initial players: 30. Current survivors: 5.] Only five left. We traded looks. That meant just two players were still alive between floors 9 through 1. Yeah—bad feeling, loud and clear. I took the lead. The healer stuck close. The dragon tamer watched our backs.

He'd like to believe it were magic, because his world had no room for the existence of it; believing in myths was the only thing that made reality a bit more bearable. His eyes wavered open, as the world around him materialised, zoning him back into 'reality'. Flexing his fingers, he adjusted to the newfound agility, planting his feet before running out of the lobby and into the town square. Familiar faces were etched across every corner, for there were only about three thousand players in total. But, those familiar faces did not exude the same look of fear, awe, or shock it always held when looking at 'Blue'. They were faces of pure anger; unmistakably seething anger.

And now, the number of people have been reduced to just thirty as all of them had encountered their own different versions of death during the games process. Then I added the hall footage. Thirty people standing frozen in a locked room. Then I added what the screen had just changed to show me. I saw it before anyone else in the building could have seen it. Screen nine, the main hall, something descending from the ceiling vents above the thirty remaining players. Colorless, moving the way heat moved above a surface and spreading. I had eleven seconds before it reached concentration levels. I had watched enough of Claudia's games to know the dispersal rate. Eleven seconds before thirty people

' She typed in her user ID and password before leaning back and clicked enter. A string of words that read, 'WELCOME BACK TO WSR A, PHANTOM' appeared on the screen. She was about to place her hand on the mouse when strings of messages exploded on the screen. Big Nick: Eh... Phantom is online. TsoRukshi: NEWS FLASH! The King is online. King is online. Player#25: You guys should come online. Phantom is online. Big Nick: It seems there will be lots of dead bodies in today's war *grins*

ROUND ONE PHASE COMPLETE Players Remaining: 29 Lena’s stomach dropped. Twenty-nine. That many people were gone already. Tess began crying harder. “That can’t be right…” More words appeared. PREPARE FOR PHASE TWO “No…” Noah whispered. “No no no—” “What does phase two mean?” Lena asked. Nobody answered. Because no one knew. Then the entire floor trembled. Hard. Cracks spread everywhere. Faster than before. Too fast to avoid. “Move!” Jax shouted. Players scattered.

Lord Morel said in a thousand voices. “I as well,” replied Damien who looked at the head oracle, Pan Phineas. “`Till we meet again, Damien. May I suggest you teach Sebastian the song of Phases?” “If he wishes to,” Damien replied with a curt bow. “Until we meet again.” - This is the end of Phasma Phase 4 - We shall meet again in Phasma Phase 5 after a short break from the author :)

I breathed. "They're real," Julian confirmed. "Every person in your team is another transmigrator. Another person pulled from their original world to play the Hunter System Game. That's the one mercy, the game doesn't let players form bonds with NPCs. Only other players. So everyone you care about is real." "How many people are playing?" "In Lenore? About forty thousand active players at any given time. The rest of the population, the millions of civilians, the House bureaucrats, the random people in crowds,mostly NPCs. Sophisticated enough to be convincing, limited enough to not strain the system."