This Is The Wild Game Of Survival の小説・ストーリー

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He claimed the wilderness was full of vicious Rogues and that he feared for my safety. But the fresh, high-quality prey he sometimes brought back couldn't possibly have come from this outer part of the wilderness. I used to feel sorry for him, for all his hard work, and even offered to hunt with him. But he told me that the deep woods were filled with out-of-control Rogues and rabid beasts. The trap with the rabid bear had left me so terrified that I clung to his every word. Now, any rustle in the woods makes me flinch and instinctively cry out his name.

Still, Kael would worry about her every second she was gone. While we ate, they explained what a null really was. The more they talked, the more it clicked. “That explains a lot,” I said slowly. “Why so many different creatures survive here on the High Wilds. Outside, wolves are always watching themselves. Always hiding. Always thinking about rank, rules, power.” I looked around the room. “That exists here too, but it doesn’t control everything. This place is rougher. Wilder. Closer to the land.” Mireya studied my face. Her mouth twitched. “You like it.”

The final piece of the puzzle clicks into place, revealing a picture far more vicious than simple survival. “Oh,” I whisper to the empty air where the student stood. “It’s a farming game.”

the rumors always whispered about. The survival game wasn't over. It was just entering the next level.

"An intense survival hunt through the hostile territories that surround these walls. Hidden deep within the forest are three silver crest tokens. Your teams consist of 8 team members whom you must confirm their names on the board before you venture out into the unmapped terrain. It is easier to survive as a team than individually, avoid the lethal traps, and retrieve a token to automatically place your academy on the top spot for the arena matches. There are no rules in the wild. The weak will be weeded out before the sun sets." The crowd erupted into frantic murmurs and the loud clatter of drawn weapons. From across the massive arena floor, amidst the hundreds of assembled warriors, I caugh

"And when I do, I’m going to live my life so loud it shatters the stars. But right now..." She leaned in, her lips inches from his. "Right now, I need you to stay focused. Because something is watching us." A pair of glowing, reptilian eyes opened in the darkness of the trees. [Survival Requirement: Maximum Physical Bond.] [The Altar demands a 'Blood Offering' of Passion to stop the sinking.] Willa realized the game’s final trick. It had stripped away their clothes and their tech to force them into the most basic, raw form of intimacy. To save the island—and themselves—they wouldn't be hacking a computer. They would be surrendering to the wild.

“Game.” “No,” Kane said immediately. “Yes,” Asher said. “We play for it.” “This is not a tavern bet.” “No, it’s worse. It’s survival.” Ryker looked amused despite himself. “What game?” Asher’s smile grew. “Cards. Lowest draw goes to talk to the angry pregnant mate.” Kane stared at him. “That is the dumbest thing you’ve said today.” “It is not. Earlier I suggested a massacre.” “Exactly.”

Sam remained oblivious, lost in the chaotic energy of the party downstairs, but the secret sat heavy in Lena's chest. By Saturday night, the Maddox house was a feral beast. The floorboards vibrated with the heavy thump of bass, and the air smelled of spilled tequila and sweet smoke. Lena moved through the kitchen like a ghost, weaving between bodies she didn't recognize. She had played the game. She had laughed when Sam laughed and took the shots when they were offered, but her skin felt like it was buzzing with a current she couldn't ground.

To pretend the sneers on the faces of my teammates didn't make my stomach turn. “All the games you will be hunting today are specially trained and marked according to level of threat they present. The games marked E are pretty tame and basically pose no threat. They come in a group of twenties and each of them carry a point. How you chose to kill your prey doesn't matter, but clean bits will be awarded an extra two points…” she explained and murmurs seared through the crowd. Basically everyone was excited for this hunt but me. Probably because they could conveniently shift into their wolves anytime but my wolf… she was too fragile to even survive a full shift.