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If he moved even a little, those bosses would immediately pinpoint his location. The moment his cooldown ended, Jack dragged me and fled back to the real world. Because the bosses in the horror game could not enter the real world. After finishing off the last two players, all the bosses gathered to hold a meeting. The Patchwork Monster straightened a crushed chair, took out needle and thread, and stitched it back together. Soon he made a new table and ten chairs. All the SS-rank and SSS-rank entities gathered around and looked at the boss leading the group.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

The monster was required to tell its victim its core rules. And those rules came in three parts. Being killed by the monster triggers a loop. The loop has a limit on the number of cycles. The monster can take human form. Three rules, neat and precise. As for the "extra" rule it had told me—that it could alter memories—that was nothing but a lie. The logic was simple. If every loop erased my memory, the monster had absolutely no need to tell me about the loop at all.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

Beside, Monster Core was abundance in this world, it was a source that were easy to obtained and perhaps there will be no shortage of it for all eternity, perhaps I might even created a new industries of fuels and at the same time created a safer environment. Monster core came from Monsters, and any type of monster/animal in Fantasma have it, no matter how small or big it is. Monster existence has threatened the lives of every living humane being in this world, yet not many were driven to hunt them, because it was dangerous. Only when there a quest, or large enough threat then people will started to move against them. Now with the incentive I provide this will at least move the industries fo

“Because once we start this game, it’s over for you. I’ve never lost a game in my entire life. And you? You’re definitely not going to be the first to change that. You’re weak, pathetic—look at you, shaking like a leaf.” I was already scared, my whole body trembling, but now my fear had grown fangs. It was biting into my chest, making it hard to draw in air. What kind of monster was she? And him? This “game” was no game—it was a death trap. “What game?” I asked softly, my voice barely leaving my throat, cracking on the words. “May we start now?” Naomi said eagerly, bouncing on her toes like she was ready to watch me bleed, her eyes bright with anticipation.

she asked. Jack nodded and wiped his hands on his thighs before picking his controller up. “Yep.” Dianna started the game and watched as Jack directed his character to enter the dungeon. The dungeon was actually a cave, and in the game, the players enter the cave to take shelter from a storm. Unfortunately, the cave isn’t empty and they stumble upon Eror, a half-serpent, half-woman monster, and her young. Jack lasted forty-five seconds before Eror bit his head off.

"A beast beyond the walls that have evolved and survived before the disaster occurs" "Does the government knows about this?" I asked once more because I do enjoy blowing query plenty. "Yes, his son once played here or twice after two months" She answered calmly with her eyes on mine. "Bullsh*t, what do you want me to do with the monster in the tournament?" "Same as wrestling" "But I manipulate?" She tosses me a nod. "What happened to them? How the virus made them look like the image?" "I told you it evolves but don't worry, they only have the strength not mysticism"