The Countdown Of My Death Is Spamming My Status Window Novels & Stories

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

--- ✦ INFINITE CHAOS SYSTEM — INITIALIZATION COMPLETE ✦ Congratulations, Host. You are currently ranked: #9,876,532 out of 9,876,532 active users. You are in last place. Please try not to embarrass the System. --- I read it once. I read it again. I read it a third time, in case the words rearrange themselves into something less insulting on the third pass. They do not. "Last place," I say, out loud, to the glowing interface floating in my modest room above a cracked floor. "Out of nine million, eight hundred and seventy-six thousand, five hundred and thirty-two people. I am specifically last."

He chose me. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it. The screen was bright. I squinted my eyes and stared at the message. It was from an unknown number. "You should have died today. Next time, I won't miss." Beneath was an upside down V sign.

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

Then, I remembered he was still unaware of what was certainly going on in the city. In the middle of our journey to the address of the killer, my wolf left no choice but to fill in Jasper about everything we know about the death cases and the remaining name list on the Deadpool where Nathaniel, Joshua, and Justine's names were included. Also, I keep in touch with my phone, staring at the message where the two are listed. As far as we have, the message had self-destruction or self-monitored virus that whoever on the list got died will automatically get deleted.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

Ninth day, 23:30: “Beep, hello 001. It is now 23:50, the counting system will close in nine minutes, please complete the count from 1 to 120 if you want to continue” Still out of time, as usual. I didn't think much, immediately counted to 120. Day ten, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Eleventh day, 00:00, what's up, the day is over, why haven't exited yet? The eleventh day, 12:00, it's already been half a day, why in the end? Beep. What's the matter, why haven't I exited yet?

Elena shared her thoughts with her best friend and burst into tears. "What are you talking about? He is your mate and you are bound to him till death," Emma said to her. Emma thought that her friend was worrying for no reason and that only a fool could deny Alpha Zane and that fool couldn't be her friend. "Then let death take me because living with Zane will only bring misery to my life because I love Aiden… when Zane finds out about this, then he will kill us mercilessly," Elena said and broke down in tears.

The bomb's entire display went dark in an instant. Time seemed to freeze. One second. Two seconds… The countdown stopped. The numbers froze at 05:07. "No!" Jasmine's voice exploded from the speaker, hysterical and shredded. "That's impossible! How dare you! How dare you do this!" The pride and calculation in her voice were completely shattered. All that remained was raw madness and an unwillingness to accept defeat. I lifted my head and looked toward the pitch-black window of the building across the plaza.

I tapped ‘Reject. Focusing, I explored the sleek, black device the System had dumped me with. It was cold in my hand. Every app was game-related: Inventory, Market, Forums, a bare-bones messaging client. My account for all of them was already set. My identity boiled down to a string of digits: #666666. And a countdown. 6 days, 23 hours, 11 minutes. It dominated the lock screen, a silent, ticking heart. My next appointment with death.