Second Life Monster Factory Novels & Stories

"Let's leave Trevor Penn for another day. There's something I need you to do for me, Jeckle." "What is it that's so urgent, Mister Damon?" "There's been a pretty severe lab slip-up at the Lantech building in the western suburbs, and they've created the monster. I just got the news that more than half of the scientists there have died, and I need you to kill that monster." "Got it, Mister Damon. I'll get to it this very second."

Rewards: 30 000 crystal stone 100 gold coins Species: Experimented Mini Monkey Monster Age: 150 years old in monsters years and 100 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Underground Claws Intellegience: Bare [Can make a hole under the surface with its claws] Rewards: 3 000 crystal stone 100 gold coins Species: Two-legged Zerg Monster Age: 1 000 years old in monsters years and 10 00 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Deadly Feet Claws Intellgience: Bare [Can make a hole under the surface with its claws] [Can stretch out his legs to the humans fleeing far away from him] Rewards: 3 000 000 crystal stone 1 000 gold coins Species: Four-legged Zerg Monste

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

Someone inside the Serpent Circle had secretly pointed me toward it. And someone else was desperately trying to keep me away. That combination alone made it worth investigating. --- Three days later, I stood in front of a large map of Factory Seven. The abandoned factory had been closed for years after the explosion. Officially. Unofficially, people still came and went. I've already proven that much. The facility wasn't dead. It was sleeping. And sleeping monsters were often the most dangerous. --- My laptop displayed satellite images. Security reports. Construction records.

"And that's it. I get the money and my company, and you and I go our separate ways." "Forever." "Sounds like a dream. Too good to be true if you ask me, though. What's your game?" "No game." I check my watch. "You have thirty seconds before the offer expires." "She pregnant?" That surprises me. "It would be none of your business if she was. I just want you gone. I want you all gone." "You'd give up the very thing you've been after for pretty much your whole fucking life? You'd give up your quest to watch me fall? For her? Just walk away when you're so damn close to burying me?"

The livestream chat was buzzing with comments. I grabbed the gasoline can from the garage and splashed it all over the door, couch, and curtains without any hesitation. "Holy shit, is she crazy? Is she really live-streaming herself burning her mansion down?" "Isn't this mansion worth like 15 million dollars? How could she just burn it down like that?" "I don't think she'd actually burn it all down. She's probably just doing this for clout." "I think I recognize her. Isn't she the richest heiress in the city who just got engaged recently?"

It was one thing to cry, but it was another thing entirely to cry in front of them, and I would rather die than show them how much all of this was weighing down on me. “Here is a thought,.” The third man finally spoke. His voice was calm, too calm, and I should have taken that as a sign that everything was about to go haywire. “How about you work for us.” “Wait.” My heart skipped. “W-what?” “You heard me, and it's not exactly a hard job.” The first man smiled. “Don’t look so scared, all you have to do is be our pet.” The world around me tilted immediately. Of all the things they could have said, I never thought that would be on the top of their list. My vision blurred as the word echoed in

Riyjin Tsuki who wasn't hit watching the march that day, in question, he got in touch with other plans to see what they could do, so some interdimensional beings had factories and assemblers, some places that specialized in zombie maintenance, undead, Lichs, some of them were transporting parts, I mean spare limbs in transplant banks. In which, in addition to going to the IML, to replace parts that were destroyed, it looked more like a factory and a kind of workshops and dealerships similar to those of cars, of course, that you could do this with everyone from transplanted to donors’ organs that were not supposed to rise from their graves. Unlike some who were left without their waists, livi

“The dead aren’t coming back?” “Marie’s gone,” I said. “The spell snapped with her. Corpses will stay corpses now. You just have to worry about the living monsters.” Jo flinched at that. Shiloh touched her shoulder. “We’re shutting the factory down,” Shiloh said. “Every cage. Every crib. Gone.” Kofi’s posture changed. “You serious?” “I didn’t nearly get eaten and shot for a half-plan,” she said. Harris glanced at me. “And your King? He’s really in on this?”

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]