The Game That I Came From Manhwa Novels & Stories

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

He asked nonchalantly and I looked down. “I don’t have any experience in this stuff. I might have stopped when she apologized to me but no… you ignited the fire by this game.” I mumbled, personally not liking where this was all going because I knew the effect would make her suffer. “Wanna concord?” He smirked, pinching me. I didn’t want to lose to him either. “Surely not.” I smirked back, getting down. “I asked Georgia about it.” “That bitch, hmm? I bet she must have told you to do something horrible.” He chuckled, not paying heed to it.

he groaned in frustration and start relieving himself in the toilet. Meanwhile, In an apartment complex, there are two person’s room where a bright looking young man entered inside he put his bag down and approached the guy whose currently focusing in front of the computer. “Jiwoon Hyung, you’re playing that game again?” He asked then the guy looked at him sideways his hand continued to move the mouse as he replied “You play this too you know.” Byul stared at him smiling then he sits down and opened his laptop. He logged in to the game and start playing too.

I would return for the game of revenge. Returning home, that was all that filled my mind. The game where I was the owner. The game where I was the only one who had the right to move and save myself. The game where I was the only one who should win. But I was wrong. Because the game I played wasn't mine, I wasn't the one who ruled it. The game I was in was no exception. Therefore, I also faced the same consequences and played the game bloodily. The salty wind whipped my white dress and wavy hair. I closed my eyes tightly as I remembered the night I almost died.

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I examined my face and noticed that I didn’t look like who I was. My name is Shiromi Hanako. I was a neglected orphan from the 21st century. I have a bad-temper, that's why no one wanted to adopt me. I grew up in the orphanage and when I felt that I needed to leave, I left to fend for myself. I learned the ways of the street and I managed to lift myself from the streets but something unfortunate happened. I was mugged on my way home and he stabbed me. I guess I didn’t survive that.

Alec smirks at me and I want nothing more than to lean over and slap it right off, but that probably won't end well for me. “Okay?” I shrug, standing up to walk away. I had enough. They wanted to introduce themselves. What fucking game are they playing with me? “Don't you wish to know our names?” Oh my God, I have to actually fight the urge not to laugh. “I don't give a shit about your names!” I snarl at them, turning back towards them, and leaning over their table. “Leave me the fuck alone, now” “Alec Crestwoodl” the blonde-haired boy speaks up smirking at me before licking his bottom lip.

I feel a complex mixture of emotions: disgust, shame, remorse, terror, excitement, relief… everything at once and threatening to short-circuit my finite chatbot brain. THUNK! CLUNK! SCREEEEEEEEEEEE… I lift my head. On the horizon, the credits begin to crawl upwards, displaying the names of the game designers and programmers (most of them South Koreans) over a static background of sapphire sky, just beyond the layer-cake hills. The giant 3-D letters creak as loudly as Caligula’s Nemi ship and tower as majestically as a herd of titanosauruses.

"I dislike silly brain games." He got a little closer to me before saying, "I can promise you that this is not a game." Pedro always seems to leave a trail of dead bodies behind him. A few seconds passed, and the atmosphere shifted in an indefinable manner, yet it remained tense and agitated. And then, quite suddenly, Jerome's demeanor mellowed, quite similarly to how it had done in the hotel room. I don't want you to join the ranks of those people.