Technoblade Never Dies Novels & Stories

The neural-links of the ten million citizens of Neo-Tokyo didn't delete; they rebooted, purged of the Shadow Council’s influence. ​The Death of the Apex ​Back on the rooftop, Julian let out a final, digital shriek as the Blight dissolved his silk-and-circuits body. He didn't die as a king; he vanished as a glitch, leaving nothing behind but a single, charred white carnation on the throne of Void-Glass. ​The Spire grew quiet. The "Global Static" vanished, replaced by the soft, natural sound of the wind through the newly-healed trees. ​The Cliffhanger

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

"What daughter? Your file says you have no family." "That's because I died protecting them. At least, that's what everyone thinks." Recognition dawned in the team leader's face. "You're Leon Hart. The Vale Tech explosion. You're supposed to be dead." "I am dead. Have been for months. Just took my body a while to realize it." Leon felt something rupture inside him. The genetic breakdown reaching critical organs. "Sir, he's deteriorating rapidly. Medical team?" "Let him die. We need to contain this breach."

His gaze then turned to the ever-glaring, unyielding eyes of Blake Frost, "In honor of the hero Blake Frost." With a slight redness around his eyes, Kiran looked up at the sky before lowering his gaze back to Blake's body, "Rest in peace! I will retrieve the Imperial Dragon Sword!" Remarkably, Blake's eyes, which had been glaring for over twenty years, slowly began to close. The camera captured this miraculous moment, which quickly spread online. Numerous Dragonsland netizens cried. Blake, unyielding even in death for over twenty years, had finally found peace. What immense determination he had sustained.

" You may not understand now but soon you would. In a little while. I shall leave her to you. No questions. Stick with her and ensure no harm comes her way." Knife lowered his eyebrows. He dropped his gaze and stared at my feet. " Boss, I've been meaning to ask you. I was scared to before but not anymore. Are you, by any chance immortal?" I knew it'd get to this. Everything was all too obvious to hide especially from someone as smart Knife. My constant deaths, the clone, my prowess and so on was an easy give away. The fact that knife wasn't saying anything meant he didn't want to question me but that doesn't mean he was bothered by my bizarre behavior.

"You died." Nickey's gun was already aimed at her head. "Trina killed you. We watched you bleed out." "You watched a clone bleed out. A convincing one, I'll admit. But still just meat and circuitry." His mother stepped over Chen's corpse without looking. "I've had twelve backup bodies for years. Kill one, another activates. I'm functionally immortal. Annoying, isn't it?" Forty-five seconds until detonation. "The children—"

"You really are the most annoying one." Justin, the calmest of them all, gave me a cold look. "Stop trying to scare Amber. No one is going to die." I lowered my head and addressed the Shared-Sense System in silence. 'If the pain reaches 90% again and I die, the damage will still transfer, right?' [Yes. Upon the host's death, one bound target will be randomly selected as the substitute.] Not far away, Amber started her livestream. She handed her bag to Justin, smug and radiant.

Blood driped from his lip on the black glass. The avatar came over him. From his synthetic arm drove a long, luminous Blade of pure plasma. “Extinction is inevitable, Kaelen. I will delete your memories and Reset yourself to factory settings. You become the perfect king of an empty be world.” The avatar raised the blade for the deadly shock. “Hey!” I cried out full of lungs while I blew up on a column. I raised my gun. “His heart is mine. And factory settings are my Special area, you damn tin box.”

"Nevan... I'm not afraid to die with you. But Leo... he deserved a garden. He deserved a school." Nevan looked at our son, then at the jagged stump of his sword. He stood up, his legs shaking, and walked to the edge of the obsidian island. He looked out into the void, his eyes searching the dark for something that didn't exist. "He's a Lane," Nevan said, his voice dropping into a low, determined growl. "And I'm a Shield. We don't die because the oxygen runs out. We die when the mission is over. And the mission isn't over until he's home."

Everyone froze. Seraphine blinked slowly. “…what does that mean?” Hale stared at the screen in visible disbelief. “It means the network is adapting around Cassian’s neural pattern.” Damon frowned sharply. “That sounds bad.” Hale looked toward Cassian quietly. “It means if he dies now…” A pause. “The system dies with him.”