The Ninja Gamer 소설 & 이야기

He switched the screen on his table back to the old game he played without caring about the surroundings as before. ...He had been out of business for many years, but his performance was still unrivaled... Ravyn knew from the early matches that the man she was challenging was the undefeated world champion of that fighting game. While thinking of how to make this colleague help her, Ravyn looks at the game Zen is playing. …This is it… "Let’s compete again with that game," Ravyn pointed to the RPG game on Zen's computer screen. "You mean this Ultimagus 3?"

It was Kara (Jinx). In the game, Jinx was a confident, deadly cyber-ninja who moved with liquid grace. In reality, Kara was small, pale, and looked like she was vibrating with anxiety. She wore a baggy university hoodie three sizes too big, and her eyes darted around the park, checking every camera, every drone, every passerby. She sat down next to him, leaving a foot of space between them. She didn't look at him. She looked at her hands, which were gripping her knees so hard her knuckles were white.

I should have trusted my first instincts. “So why the whole fucking charade?” I ask. “What’s going on here?” “Well, it all has to do with that serial killer from September. He’s not a random psychopath. He’s Ninja.” Fuck. My fears confirmed. Ninja was the code name of Nick Jin, a former PSK who went rogue and was therefore turned over by THEM to the Feds. He was known as Ninja because, prior to joining THEM, he used the disguise of a ninja and used various samurai weapons to murder his victims. If Nick Jin really has gotten free and is on the loose, that is bad news for THEM.

Level ten was more than tough for my kind never mind a human, hell I wouldn’t even put her through a level one training session. Nina’s pov- As Maverick’s eyes stayed on me, I took my attention to my rather displeased uncle and Mavericks pack of hyena brother’s. Without Maverick’s cloud to block out our surroundings I was feeling an extremely high amount of embarrassment under the eyes of our guests. “Nina, don’t you have a pool to clean” Uncle Jesse shook his head before heading into the house leaving his silent message behind and a bunch of grinning teenage boys. I snapped my eyes back to a chuckling Maverick. “Crimson red looks good on you Darling” he remarked softly swiping his thumb acr

The young girl looked at me and smiled maliciously, much to my dismay. Suddenly, a band of werewolves appeared from the woods by the other side of the road, with batons, knives and axes. As soon as they appeared, the young girl ran behind the eleven werewolves observing me. "The great and mighty Blade Ferguson, The Ripper, The Cannibal, The Dead man on loose..." Rising up from the dirt, I let out a chuckle to conceal my nervousness and the pain from the accident. "...I know all my names," I said, cutting him off. "But I doubt you fellas are here to remind me of my popularity."

“Oh and don’t bother striking the back of my head. I can shoot this faster than you can blink.” Jai raised his right arm which was run all over by white thunder. The skinny ninja who had just stepped forward and was trying to do what Jai had just said he would, changed his mind and stepped back while raising his arms. He even let his knife go and thunder immediately shot at that falling knife—flicking it away and the weapon stabbed into the wall behind him. The ninja flinched from the speed. Jai tilted his head back and looked at Hayate in the eyes. His eyes were still glowing, and that made him look very menacing. “Made your choice, Hayate.” Hayate swallowed nervously.

“Enough tricks!” Harvey bellowed, narrowing his eyes. He grabbed Julian’s firearm, took off the safety, and then pulled the trigger on the enemies’ heads. Bang, bang, bang! Bullets flew all over the place. Then a ninja appeared on the ceiling, looking bewildered. There was a red dot on his forehead when he slammed onto the ground. As blood spilled all over the place, Harvey swiftly pulled the trigger behind him. Another ninja who was trying to sneak up on him fell flat to the ground.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Every stroke of it is similar to those who are watching in a circle. It looked up at the hanging paper mache Dressed heart on a tree branch. “Seriously? Piñata?” His eyes shifted to his side. Even Geo is cheering for that guy. “We came all the way here for a freaking piñata activity?” He scoffed. “You’re so cute, Der! When was your last game?” “Tsk, you’re just a child, Geo.” He looked back at the naglalau who didn’t even hit the piñata at the top with the amount of bangs it made. Just one wrong blow from him will definitely hurt himself. His thin body made him look like he was carrying a baseball bat.

Blood stains were cleaned, weapons were put away, and the camp was made to look as normal as possible. As the cleanup came to an end, Hunter called upon the warriors to assemble themselves for an important announcement. I, being the Luna of the pack, was also asked to join them. As I walked up to the gathering, I noticed that the warriors of our pack and several others began to clap for me. It took me by surprise as I hadn't expected such a reaction from them.