Player 380 Death Novels & Stories

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

“Based on previous game records, every player died. No one has ever taken home even a single dollar.” My vision darkened. I felt despair swallowing me whole. “So he gave me three keys… just so I would open the box and let him watch me fail, then let me die even more horribly?”

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

I leveled my weapon, my breathing entirely still, and squeezed the trigger three times. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. The rounds caught the left guard in the unarmored meat of his thigh and the soft tissue of his lower throat, bypassing his ballistic plate. He folded instantly, his carbine slipping from his fingers as he collapsed against a rusted steel drum, his hands clawing weakly at his neck. To my right, the guard I had swept was scrambling frantically to his feet, his face smeared with mud as he reached wildly for the sidearm at his hip.

He plans to use the Dead players! “Catch the ball!” he immediately commands, however he was already too late. Player 18 managed to catch the ball and in instant he threw it at them. Hitting two persons at the back. Everyone was dumbfounded, no one even think they have a plan like this and moreover Player 18 could threw the ball well! Was it just a fluke? Or he, himself pretends to be lamed? “Dead Player 18 hit player 24 and player 20. You've been revived. Please go back to "alive" area.” Professor Akihiro announced again.

“I shouldn’t exist. Original Death claimed me absolutely. I negotiated out of it. Now everyone knows absolute death isn’t absolute. That knowledge is the exploit. And there’s only one way to close it.” He’s looking at me with love and resignation. “I have to accept absolute death again,” he says. “Prove that some deaths can’t be negotiated. Close the loophole with my own ending. That’s the only fix.” Original Death confirms it. “Thirty minutes remaining,” it announces. “Either Alistair accepts absolute death and closes the exploit through his sacrifice, or I shut down negotiable death and claim everyone. Choose now.” My mate who just came back to me has to die permanently again to save negot

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

Seeing that no one else dared to make a scene, the System spoke again. [Please select the next batch of participants before the countdown ends.][If there is no response, half of the remaining survivors will be randomly obliterated.] The shadow of death loomed over everyone. People were trembling, their eyes darting around, afraid to look at one another. The System notification continued: [Current Deaths: 3 (Chloe, Mike, David).] [Inherited points have been distributed evenly.] [Spend 5 points to purchase "Death Playback"?] We needed to know how they died. Especially Grandpa, who had entered with Chloe.

Besides, the Death Judge had reminded them at least a time or two. This certainty! This IQ! It was strong! Judy, who had been demolished by the game, took a gander at the big screen in a surprise and mumbled, "We are not a counterpart for the Death Judge by any means! He is excessively solid!" Similarly as Ross spoke, Jack talked once more. "I have likewise said that I am imploring you to do the inverse. The right advance of the game is for every one of you to forfeit one finger. Then, at that point, you expected to finish the barrel and afterward remove the key. Along these lines, not even one of you would have kicked the bucket. Nonetheless, you are excessively childish. You love yourselve