Technoblade Never Dies Novels & Stories

" 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."

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Just then, the system's voice rang out inside my head. "Host's death detected. The Absolute Obedience Mission has been successfully completed. Ten billion dollars is now being transferred to the host's account…" I looked around at the familiar surroundings before asking, "Why am I still here in this world?" The system explained that there was a time difference between this world and my original world, so my soul would need to remain here for three more days. Each passing second felt like an eternity. I watched as Regina woke up and started clinging to my corpse, crying as though she wanted to die with me.

"No… She's not dead… She's the best bodyguard… She even said so herself…" The strength left Jonah's body. He crumpled to the ground, still muttering to himself. Tears spilled down his cheeks. Rose limped onto the scene at that moment. She hugged him from behind and gently comforted him. "Don't be like this, Jonah. The dead can't come back to life. Lily was such an amazing person. She'll definitely watch over us from heaven—" "Get out of my sight!" Jonah's temper exploded. His eyes shone with annoyance and iciness when he shoved Rose aside.

“Yes.” “You understand that what you carry will increase,” I continue, “and that no dispersion will be offered.” He inclines his head slightly. “I have never dispersed it,” he says. “I was not designed to.” That is true. The system does not punish Death. It relies on him to absorb what others cannot. He has always done so without question. Until now. Because now, there is something he will not allow the system to touch. “You have placed yourself between the weave and a variable it cannot correct,” I say.