Technoblade Never Dies Novels & Stories

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.”

“Most importantly, he was never away from the keyboard. He was battling in every round, but it's really difficult to achieve that! “It would be fine if he did not kill other players, but he did not die either. That requires a very high level of technique, especially when you want to maintain a zero death tally in the headwind field. What kind of operation would you need to achieve that?

But I know when we're being briefed on the situation, and the way that she gets a glint her eye, I won't be able to talk her out of it. Since the rebuilding of Main City, and project E.R.A.S.U.R.E has gone through; the hurried and frantic erasings of the live feed of Astra having the twelve Higher Ups killed, which for some reason keeps uploading no matter what. I'm impressed that Astra has gone through such lengths to keep the truth engrained into the system's web; no matter of deleting, erasing, or even powering off the world net will be able to stop it.

Blanca was there. Ms. Blanca went on to talk about the well-publicized case of two teen players of Dungeon Raydens who had ended up stabbed to death after a virtual melee spilled over to the real world. Kate of course felt bad for her fellow teens who’d never have the chance to grow up, discover their dreams... But as soon as Ms. Blanca started her righteous and grim tirade about MOBAs and the Internet in general, Kate zoned out. It was just like that morning when the commentator in church said “Please sit” right before the homily.

Their joyous song was heard all throughout of the new-Zuotia. ‘’Do you hear us Lord Aliyon? Our Zuotia is back!’’ While they kept a happy look in their faces, they teared their eyes for many more tribes are missing their merry victory along with their king- that was trapped in the timeless earth. -- ‘’I don’t know how, but that Niru didn’t die… is it because he is a god? Is he the same person as the godly Near?’’ His head is cut off from his body but the life in him don’t cease, he continues to be alive and breathe air- And the woken eye of the distortion remains affixed to his face.

But Aleena wouldn't die. She had caused the deaths of over a dozen new players. She would have to die over a dozen times to truly find any form of relief. Standing inside Axel's protective barrier, I watched Aleena's flesh being consumed by the monsters. But with the respawn mechanism, her body reformed each time. Yet, she couldn't go far before the monsters attacked again. One life was lost to the acid rain, another swallowed by the ground's cracks, and a few more taken by the raging winds.

“How then do you intend to rule forever if you have no successors to continue your name?” Nikjin grinned widely, looking very impressed with himself. “Only people who die need successors, not me. I am immortal.”

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.

“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.

As if he was used to all of this. “It’s better for you to start! If you delay, the system will decrease your points, and if you lose all of your points, you’ll be deleted from the system and the game!” a voice hissed right behind my ear. I jumped in fright. I swallowed as I turned toward the source of the voice. I wished I could erase that smug smirk off the masked man’s face. “Points?” I asked in confusion. “Lose your points… lose your soul,” he explained. “You start with three points in your inventory. Every time you do not entertain the audience, you lose points and hearts—then you will die forever!”