Novel & Cerita Regular Show Gamers Never Say Die

Their condescending, almost happy tone enraged all of us, and I was the first one to speak up. "What happens if we all starve then? If no one follows this stupid game then we'll all die anyway!" I could barely believe how I was speaking. I was angry, either because of the legistics of this motive, or because I didn't get to have any coffee. Either way, the loudspeaker simply let out a laugh. "If you all die, so be it. It'll be a learning experience for myself either way." Their nonchalant response forced me back into place. Everyone shared the same look of terror. How could someone be so uncaring, so unfeeling?

No one knows where it is. To add to the conundrum, the game is never televised and is only watched by the elite few. Still, names and photos of the fallen participants will be published in papers and shown on a live you-tube channel, with information of their deaths described down to the last detail. The photos are never nice to look at, and the details? Lets just say one time I read through an entire article about how one of the omegas was bludgeoned to death before being skinned off for barbecue. I almost turned vegan after that.

【I hope Gothom Pack wins the championship, but historically they’ve never won. Betting on Gothom Pack is basically throwing money away!】 【Can celebrities stay out of the esports scene? So annoying. Everyone wants to leech off esports clout.】 【Who is this chick? Pretty face, no brain. You think esports is something you can just “ride the hype” on?】 【Even though I don’t believe Gothom Pack can win, I still bet on them every year.】

Before our eyes, his body dissolved piece by piece, until nothing was left but a stinking black puddle. 【System Alert: Player Mike has died.】 The Boss stared blankly at the black puddle on the floor, as if he’d just squashed an ant. My chat exploded. 【Wait, that wasn't fake!】 【The special effects are too real!】 【STREAMER, GET OUT OF THERE!】 At the same time, I noticed a different kind of comment, strangely excited ones: 【There's the first idiot!】 【I love watching the morons who provoke the Boss die horribly. LOL.】

I looked around and saw a few other people standing nearby. They were all young, men and women, with terror etched on their faces. "Shit, another S-class," a guy in glasses groaned. "I just survived three B-class games. I thought I'd get a damn break." "S-class?" a girl next to him asked, trembling. "What does that mean?" "It means we're screwed," the guy sneered. "S-class games? 95% mortality rate." I was still processing all this when I heard a familiar voice.

However, he still kept his smile. "What did you say? Are you courting death?" Gerald demanded angrily. "I seem to remember an account called Another Day when I watched a live stream the other day. That person arrogantly said he wanted to compete against My Dear to gift the streamer. He thought he was awesome after gifting five Cash Guns to the streamer. He even made arrogant remarks in the live stream, but he was defeated after My Dear gifted the streamer 11 Super Spaceships. At last, he left silently. Mr. Matthews, do you know that loser?"

And he was grinning so broadly and when he pulled her into his arm, I turned my face away. "The first game to begin after the music is combat. It's the toughest and someone would be unconscious," "Dead?" He shot me a look. "I am sure you are aware of the difference between those words?" "But you said combat till death?" "Fallacy. Don't believe all you hear. Now that you're working with us, you will know the pros and cons," "I'd love to know now,"

I nodded thoughtfully. In the days that followed, I kept restocking and running the store. Life settled back into a calm routine. Occasionally, players would pass by the supermarket—but the moment they saw me, they detoured around it. They didn't know exactly what happened inside. Gavin dominated the leaderboard for a long time. The fact that he and his entire team died here was proof enough of how terrifying this place was. No one dared to challenge it again. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

One could easily tell that she was up for something worst. "This game is called, 'Tell me your secret and I'll tell you who you are. So? Are you guys ready? Come on! We will just have a little fun before we all die together tonight because they said in hell there are no entertainers... only liars! Do you agree with me, Mr. Eric Grant?" Trishia winked at Eric meaningfully. Eric's eyes were keenly studying her. He didn't give Trishia an answer but he already sensed Trishia's little trick.

He sighs inaudibly and sits quietly, letting me win this round. But I'm just getting started. I clap, stealing their attention. "Now that everyone's present, I have an announcement to make." Grandpa smiles. Dad... well, as usual, doesn't even look up from his coffee. And Lorenzo—he’s more attentive than all of them, his eyes narrowing as he leans back in his chair. "Tonight I'm bringing someone special." I sneak a glance at Lorenzo, expecting him to choke on his food or spit out his drink, but all I get is this deadpan stare that tells me he’s already thinking of ten ways to kill this person.