The Ninja Gamer Novels & Stories

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

Yoseob was snoring loudly. He had been up all night playing online games. His gaming pseudonym was killeroppa101. It was quite a popular name in the gaming world. People dreaded his presence because it meant the end of all opponents. After all, he was the youngest gamer to have reached the final level in League of Assassins, the most complicated game of the present time. After staying up all night to take down the main villain, Yoseob was slumped over his keyboard. He was drooling on his keyboard when Joonjae came in.

Junior gradually absorbed the severe training of the shrewd fighter. Junior did not know how to climb trees. He used his inner power to jump, but now that it wasn't working, he was having a hard time climbing trees. It was the wise fighter who assisted Junior in moving to their last resting place, and the old man realized that he needed to teach Junior how to climb so that he could ascend and descend on his own in his absence. Junior received two metals from the wise fighter to use in his training. That's when Junior realized Smart Fighter was something special; in martial arts lore, he's known as a Ninja. Junior was more active and took everything the old guy taught him seriously.

Kaylani calls out to us. I look at Kano and he smirks at me. We’ve both been on our own, taking care of ourselves for a long time. We don’t need a parent, especially not a mother, but there’s something about Kaylani that just makes you want to please her. She’s gentle and kind and somehow draws the best out of all of us. I suddenly feel pain slice through my gut and the momentary distraction causes my player on screen to die. “Now’s who’s the sucker,” Kano says.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

He was so focused on winning that he didn't notice what I was doing and the crowd was so focused on wanting to see me lose that they didn't notice. I was slowly configuring myself to his movement, slowly fighting the way he does and slowly copying his attack move.. I decided to give him the chance to attack me and he picked his sword, heading to my stomach. I knew he was going to divert and hit me in the chest. That's why I blocked it and knocked it out, sliding to bring out my spear. Now the fun starts as I rush to attack him, I sway to my left because I knew he was going to attack me there and use my spear to poke him with force, causing him to land on the ground..

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

‘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.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

he chuckled, "did you hit this thing with?" I frowned. "I admit I did a number on it, but it should still be fully functional." I thought for a moment. "I hope." Quinn fiddled with the console for a moment but eventually found the keycard's reader. With one quick motion he swiped the card, and the console hummed to life. The screen closest to me lit up, displaying a message in both Vietnamese and English. Card recognized. Welcome, Admiral Nguyễn. "Yes!" I shouted, raising my arms above my head. It was all I could do not to try to stand and dance a jig. Somewhere deep in the bowels of the silo something powerful ground to life, shaking the floor and disturbing the rubble.