The Countdown Of My Death Is Spamming My Status Window 소설 & 이야기

Day 50. 15 days. No watch beep after. I took it off. Put it in drawer. Done with counting. Now we fight.

The posture looked natural—like I was just sleeping in, as usual. On the nightstand, the phone vibrated again, its glow lighting a small patch of the room. Buzz—buzz— A message from Jamie popped up: [Bro, I listed your game account. Someone's offering fifty dollars. Should I sell it?]

This time, the live comments were completely different from the previous life, when he appeared as the heroic protagonist. "Help. He's so ugly. What the hell." "Ew… I'm logging off to throw up." "Hey, whose pet pig is this?" … From the moment I called Mom, and she told me my birthday, I was certain this world wasn't real. On the phone, she said I was born on June 18th, 2000. That was indeed the birthday listed on my ID, but when I was little, due to a mistake by the local government office, my birthday had been recorded a day early.

“Are you all right? You look pale.” I forced a soft laugh that sounded far too high. “I’m… fine. Just not feeling well.” Klaus’s hand tightened over mine under the table. Another message notification buzzed from my phone. 😈: You have just 3 seconds to do it or I will release the videos. The countdown starts now. 😈: 3 😈: 2

Zachary added, "If anyone is working with her to put on a show, listen carefully—tell her that in a few days, it'll be Tessie's death anniversary. She'd better go to the cemetery and atone for her sins. Otherwise, don't blame me for dealing with her." His final words carried a bone-chilling coldness. It was hard to believe they came from his mouth. I knew all too well what he was capable of. Even if he wouldn't take my life, he would make sure I suffered. For the first time, I felt a strange sense of relief that I was dead. Though my death had been gruesome, at least my body was still whole. Officer Tiller looked as if he wanted to say something else, but Zachary had already turned away, pul

"We can't freely change our teammates once the teams have been formed. Unless… All your teammates are already gone?" Frank didn't reply. "Forget it. Let's do our best to survive the next three days," I added. I could see Frank typing for a long time. Finally, he replied, "Will you team up with me if all my teammates are gone?" I didn't reply and quietly watched the screen. Ten minutes later, the group chat was flooded with notifications, informing the remaining survivors that several players had died. All of Frank's teammates had been eliminated. Frank immediately sent a request to team up with me. "I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!"

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Nikolas asked, confusion emanated from him in waves at my lack of reaction, "You're surprisingly non hyper-verbal." I only nodded. I mean, am I supposed to be surprised? In a span of four months, five people I thought were dead came back to life. I suddenly had a brother. My mother is a big bitch. My father kidnapped my daughter. I killed my father. My uncle wants me dead. So yeah, me joining the list of dead people didn't shock me that much. Nikolas stared back at me, confused and I can say a little bit worried, "You sure you're okay?" He asked. I took in a deep breath to saturate my lungs before I leaned backward and rested my eyes.

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The morning of July 16th arrived, not with chaos, but with a strange, haunting silence. The deadline “July 15, 2025” had passed. The warning message, “Countdown Initiated,” had come and gone. Jason and Bella had stayed up all night in the penthouse, watching the news, checking Reed & Co.’s systems, reading every report they could find. They expected something loud like a crash, a hostile takeover, a public scandal. But nothing obvious happened.