Take The Mr Ping Challenge Novels & Stories

Again I will update when the target got complete. Till then, Stay safe and be happy.... 🤎 P.

Looks like I should get used to them especially if I can pass the last phase. That I'm not sure yet.

“I mean, not help help. Just I can find a counteragent. To… you know.” “I already know the counteragent,” he said dryly, reaching for a small jar on the shelf. “But it takes time. Which means I have to endure this until it works.” I nodded, trying to focus on the rows of labeled jars instead of the problem in the room. “Right. Well. Sorry again.”

******* On the other side, other than Gd, all the others had already gathered on the beach. The drone circled around everyone. “Everyone, with the observation yesterday, only two people voted for each other which was extremely poor so today, we’re going to stir things up. We have arranged a couple task, today's task is a couple photoshoot, we have arranged four different styles, you are to go to the small black room to choose your favorite style with tacit agreement, choose the same style of the male and female and form a temporary couple, the photos taken will be placed on the network in accordance with the CP sense for voting, the couple with the highest popularity value will enjoy a rich

Marvin: "Still trying to act tough, huh?" Millie: "Come to the lab right now." Marvin didn't reply, so Millie added, "I want you here in ten minutes." His remark had her itching to tell him off. Marvin: "Sorry, boss." Millie rolled her eyes at his response. Right then, a new notification appeared on the M Base network. It was another post from User123's alternate account. User123Alt: "Isn't the black market open for all kinds of transactions? Why did you ban me?"

the investigator demanded, his voice sharp and controlled. The IT guy’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes darting across lines of code. “I was able to get a ping of her location from the IP address,” he began, his tone careful, almost hesitant. Then he swallowed hard. “But… there’s a small issue.” My heart clenched. An issue? Those two words hit harder than any punch. My entire body tensed, and the faint hope I’d begun to feel trembled at the edge of collapse. I didn’t want to hear anything that had the word “problem” in it not tonight, not when every second counted for Aria.

Patrick took another sip of beer. He had lost weight. Not enough to be noticeable to anyone but himself. But enough that his clothes didn’t sit right anymore. Enough that his shoulders seemed shrunk. He didn’t speak for a long while. Then his phone rang. He frowned, the number flashing with the council’s crest. He sat up, wiped his hand on his jeans, and answered. “Patrick speaking.” There was no preamble. “Alpha Patrick Jefferson? This is Council Administration. You are herewith notified of a formal Alpha Challenge. Challenger: Jason Whitlock. Challenge venue: Range Pack Arena. Challenge date: seventy-two hours hence. Council observers and officiators will be in attendance.”

The screen refreshed on its own and a timer appeared 00:59:12

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Lauren walks towards a receptionist. Lauren "How will they select my next opponent" Receptionist "That water tank right there is filled with Magikarp and you have to fish one out, the Magikarp you fish will have a letter and a number similar to your opponent, hence the number which matches your Magikarp will be your opponent"