Simulation Towards Immortality In A Group Chat Novels & Stories

Vera muttered. "I...don't know" Tessa replied. "I mean it has been 30...No, 30 + 7 f*cking years! 37 years!! Why aren't they here? Or aren't they born yet!! I f*cking want their love so that our immortality can be broken. I'm tired of watching my loved ones and my friends getting old and dying" Vera said. Tessa sighed. "I too, I really wanna human. It's quite frustrating to be an immortal"

of killing me was a hoax, but not many people know I am immortal in the first place. Though the myths called the Demon Alpha immortal, they have been so diluted and embellished that not many people believed it in this age. Anyone who was sure of my immortality should be long dead by now. Even more concerning is the fact that this individual has formed a group that calls themselves the Outlanders. I'm assuming this group would be made up of rogues, but it baffles me that this is the first time I am hearing about them.

I continued down the list, marveling at the darker utility assets: > [Memory Blur Card — 1,005,000 IP] > Description: Allows the Host to selectively obscure or corrupt a specific recent memory from the target's mind. The targeted memory decays into a vague, unconvincing dream-like sequence over a six-hour period. > My eyes widened in absolute awe. "Unbelievable," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. That single card offered ultimate insurance against exposure. If a target ever began to piece together the threads of my deception, a single activation could sanitize the entire breach without leaving a trace of psychological trauma or physical evidence.

"Impossible! This is just a coincidence! My husband's already dead. I'm sure of it. He died this afternoon!" Her panic was practically bleeding through the screen, and the members of the group chat immediately realized something was wrong. How would she know that? "He's already dead? Your husband died this afternoon, and you're already back here, acting like a tease?" "Hold on. What do you mean by that? How do you know he died this afternoon? Did you see it happen?" "No way… Did you actually do something? Did we just watch a murder happen in real time?" The group chat blew up, only to fall into a strange, sudden silence in the next second. Some people started leaving the group chat, while ot

“Tell me Miss Raven, do you have an idea what immortality is? Speak freely, I won't hurt Damien’s little princess,” “I don't,” I answer. “Of course you don't. You humans die of old age too quickly. My brothers and I, we have tasted immortality and have lived for centuries, do you agree we should just give that up to keep one little human alive?” he looks at me. I gulp. “I don't understand,”

He eyed Darren, then me, “—will pass it to your mate. Your offspring, too, probably.” “Are you saying we’re immortal?” Darren asked quietly, concern flickering across his face. Sven nodded his head. “You can die. But you won’t age. You’ll see your friends, your pack, all dead before you even wrinkle. Are you immortal? Who knows, but close enough to it. Sometimes the gods’ blessings come with teeth.” I laughed, because it was that or scream. “So, I’m going to be a wrinkly monster with no friends—”

Just as he was about to step back inside, a red message was blasted on the world channel for all players to see.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

"We talked about this. You'll live a fairy lifespan, remember?" "Right." I felt my face go slack. "I forgot for a second." "I guess you no longer have to use abbreviations," he said gently. "Among other things." I gave a huffing laugh. "Welcome to immortality,"—his starry eyes twinkled—"where we use long words in our long conversations; the longer the better." "Thanks," I said and sighed. "What is it?"

Grant echoes in my head. "You're weak." I hear Grant once more trying to take over, trying to shift but I was already weak. I nodded as Tera smiled. "What's going on?" Camila steps in the tense conversation. "What are you giving to her?" She added looking confused. "Immortality." Tera echoed.