The World Played Chess Novels & Stories

As one of his pawns advanced across the board, Master Kai asked, "Do you know anything about chess, that you have opted to play with me?" "No, master, I do not know anything about chess since no one was there to teach me but I do know that chess is similar to a royal family, in which the queen is the most powerful member, whereas the king is the weakest, and in which all other members — including the pawns, knights, and bishops — are devoted to protect the king till their last breath." Dillon dismounted from his horse and continued, "In the war of chess, many members will die and perish, but I must preserve the queen's life for the sake of the king."

The way the body reacted when a truth finally stepped out of the dark. She tapped the notification. The screen opened to a single image. Not recent. Not dramatic. A photograph of a chessboard. Midgame. Black pieces. White pieces. A very specific configuration.

Zane explained to Naevia calmly. Naevia, who had her eyes on the chessboard, lifted them up to look at Zane after he made that statement. Zane stared at her. "There's one thing you need to know if you want to win any game of chess. Relate the mafia world to the chess game. In the mafia world and chess world, we relate each rank with each other from the number one person to the least," He said to Naevia. Naevia listened to Zane with so much focus. She grabbed what he was saying. "Like the king now is the same as the mafia boss and the pawns are the Mafia boss's men," Naevia pictured out.

However, for now, the chessboard demanded my full attention. As I pondered my opening move, I couldn't help but admire the intricate details of the chess pieces, their elegant craftsmanship mirroring the intensity of the battle that was about to unfold. The room seemed to hold its breath as if anticipating the clash of intellect and strategy that was about to commence between Edward and me. With a calculated grin, I finally made my move, sliding a pawn forward with purpose. The game was set in motion, the tension palpable as our minds locked in a silent battle, contemplating each move and its potential consequences.

I replied as he laughed. His laugh was so genuine and it made my heart flutter. "We'll play six rounds, and may the best strategist win." I grinned, accepting the challenge. "You're on." We set up the chessboard, and the first match began. It was a fierce battle of wits and strategy. Moves were made, pieces were sacrificed, and the tension in the room grew as we each tried to outmaneuver the other. As we played, we engaged in a delightful conversation, talking about our shared interests in magic, adventures, and the mysteries of the world they lived in. As the night wore on, we found ourselves lost in each other's stories and laughter.

Later on, I look at this black and round intelligent entity again and asks the last question that subconsciously bugging me right now. "How many points do I need to redeem my world?" It's an understatement to say I was shocked when it starts laughing its ass off, I was startled. I don't feel good about this. Can I still turn the offer down? "Good question, Host! To redeem your world you only need 1,000,000 points for that!" I feel lightheaded the moment I heard the number of points I need. I never felt so cheated like this before, "How am I suppose to collect that much?!"

For sure. "Second one is a game of brain. Do you know how to play chess? Even though you don't know, this is a fixed win. I have arranged the American girl as your opponent. She is already given the game moves planned by us. So you just have to follow this. Memories it. Americans are my ally and the Chinese are with Russians. So it is a fixed win but it is the only game where I can do that." He said and I nodded. And took the paper. I couldn't even tell him that I am good at chess.

Elder Alfred said in an authoritative tone that left no room for refusal. While mindlinking Housekeeper Sheila, Myra reluctantly took a seat, flashing a fake smile. Sheila soon appeared with a beautiful, exquisite chess set. This chessboard should be for decoration, Myra thought. “Do you know how to play chess?” Elder Alfred asked. She nodded slightly. She had learned it back in Crimson Moon Pack, before she found out Aiden was her mate. Elder Alfred started arranging the pieces. “The chessboard is like a battlefield. One wrong move and your king is in checkmate.”

Thinking of her father, Emmy held back her sadness and looked up at Old Master Young with a smile, "Grandpa, why don't we play chess instead?" "Alright!" Old Master Young readily agreed, "Let's play chess!" The board was set up, and Emmy chose the red pieces while Old Master Young chose the white ones. Although Emmy was not so good at it, she knew that Old Master Young's eyesight was poor so, deliberately chose red, hoping he could be able to see it more clearly. However, she made a miscalculation! In the beginning, the white pieces and the red pieces stood on opposite sides. Even if Old Master Young couldn't see clearly, he knew which ones belonged to him.

“Mmmm,” “What do you want to talk about…” “Nothing…i just wanted a chance to play chess with you,” he said. I met his eyes. “You were fast…,” “You played dirty first, that is not what we agreed on,” I said. “Yes…I did but that is life, child. I am only teaching you how to play,” he paused as he took the tea cup in place in front. He sipped his tea. “You might have beat me in chess but you still know little about this world, our world,” he said, hinting at the fact that I just entered the rich people's world or the finance world.