Novel & Cerita The Rules Of Survival Book

"No, that's—" "Alright!" The gym teacher's voice cut through the chatter. "Now that everyone is gathered here, I'll explain the rules of the survival game! First, put on your protective gear and vest. If you get shot in the vest, you're out. Move in your assigned groups, and if one person is eliminated, the whole team is eliminated. Also, if you stray too far from each other, the elimination alarm will sound, so be careful not to separate!" A flurry of protests erupted at the mention of the partner system, but the teacher ignored them.

I scanned the front and opened the book, skipping the introduction, and stopped on the table of contents. "Most important rules.... more important rules....important rules...less important rules....least important rules..." I read as my eyes narrowed into slits. What's with the title? The content is also in a descending manner. I'm sure I didn't break one, I turned the page and started reading from #1,' Least important rules and regulations.' "Number one, Double Yp." I read, remembering this from Grey and it's on the least one. I skipped the least, more, and started reading the most important one. I noticed the three took off their shirts.

Johansson whispered to his ears, making him cough, "I apologize, continue…." "There are no loopholes, I mean, the skills and knowledge we can acquire through the system... there is no one correct way to develop them, so we, uhm, we cannot force the system to make rules in order to empower us, unless there is a valid reason for it, to put it simply, if we follow the process of survival of the fittest, only those with natural abilities to withstand a certain calamity will the only ones who survived. It is the absolute rule we must obey. In a sense we can only be stronger, the stronger our opponents."

" He asked as a way of confirmation. "I still think that its lazy panda's niece playing with Us. Didn't you all know the first lesson of the street? When the streets become a jungle, we all must strive to survive. The law of nature states that survival is for the fittest. It was never indicated anywhere that survival was for the strongest . Rather the term fittest was used.

"They think you're a weak link. They think I’m distracted by my obsession. We’re going to prove them wrong." ​He handed me the silver-plated pistol again. ​"The first rule of survival: Never hesitate," he muttered, stepping behind me. His body was a wall of heat, his tattooed arms wrapping around mine to steady my aim. "If you see a threat, you neutralize it. No questions. No mercy. This isn't a game, and there are no do-overs in a bloodbath." ​"I know how to hate them, Malakai," I whispered, feeling the weight of the metal in my palms. "That's easy. But I don't know how to do... this."

It is on the page that talks about rules Rule 1: Stay under the regime of vampires. Rule 2: Protect the goddess beloved. Rule 3: Protect our secret Rule 4: Protect your own and be willing to die for one another Rule 5: stay away from silver wares and wolf bane. Rule 6: No one is to be trusted. Rule 7: Adhere to rule 1. I flip the pages. The book is not dusty, which means someone frequent this room. But why? It is filled with ancient books. I halt when I see their origin. I read through it.

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

“Rule 1: the safety needs to be on when you are not actively hunting. Rule 2: Never aim at another person. Rule 3: Only kill what you have to, nothing more. Rule 4: Have respect for every living creature. If your shot doesn’t kill them, end their lives fast. Rule 5: Always shoot to kill.” I paused as I went over the rules again, trying to remember the last one. I sighed. “Daddy, I can’t remember the last one. Can you help me?” He turned towards me and made me lift my face to look into his eyes. “It’s the most important rule, flower. Come on, think. What is it?” I bit my lip, thinking hard. “What animal do we never kill?” I frowned, mentally kicking myself. “Bears. Rule 6: We never kill the b

He looked straight at Kael, eyes clear and respectful: “I organise work, watch, supplies and plans… you guide where safety lies and where danger hides. Equal partners.” “Agreed,” Kael replied simply, steady and sure. “And everyone’s voice matters equally.” We laid out clear rules together: Always move minimum two‑by‑two, never alone Tasks fair and rotating: gather / build / fetch water / guard fire / night watch. Shelter doubled‑stronger, extra fire‑pits along perimeter. Signal system agreed clearly Every member learns basic survival knowledge Unity above all else. As night deepened again, silver mist rose soft and pure once more sweet‑scented, gentle, no longer grey‑cold. It swirled around

Ezekiel didn't blink. “Then you will most likely get hurt again and it’ll be nobody’s fault but yours” I let out a soft, nervous breath that was almost a laugh. “Charming.” “Survival usually doesn’t care about that,” he replied. “So,” I said, leaning back and trying to look bored, though my pulse was screaming. “Are you going to tell me these rules of yours or do you want to hear how I’m going to break them?” “We start with mine,” Ezekiel said. He didn't move an inch. “Rule one: When I say move, you don't ask 'why.' You just move.”