This Is The Wild Game Of Survival นิยาย & เรื่องราว

at least I am learning a lot. What are u doing? Me: going to Silver Bay to the game. Remember that? Ogi: I remember. Me: Focus on our future. This game seams so pointless now. DAMN YOU! Ogi: nimaanendam, I stayed away as much as I could. Me: I know. miigwech. Ogi: Okay. Voting time. Giminadan Gagiginonshiwan inzaagi'aa. Me: that's my love, right?

I watched the chaos erupt around me and lifted a hand, pointing at the middle-aged man. The automated defense turrets mounted in the lab whirred as they rotated, gun barrels locking onto their new targets. "Now then…" I tilted my mechanical head slightly, just like I'd done back in the first loop of the death game. "…The game has started. This time, the condition to win is simple." I grinned, and the blue light beneath my synthetic skin flared into a blinding, blood-red flow. "Survive my hunt and escape within ten loops."

“But someone as clueless as you probably won’t find anyone willing to team up.” I gazed at the forest, feeling a warmth in my chest. It felt like I was returning home. “I don’t need a partner or a team.” Irene scoffed coldly. Her death glare was intense. “Of course. No way anybody would partner up with a dead weight like you.” She emphasized the word “dead weight.” I knew it. She must have told everybody about my circumstances. This was the nation’s first reality show on surviving the wilderness. Those who signed up were mostly people who were experienced in surviving the wild.

This was survival. Immediate. Unpredictable. And dangerously close. Because now..... they weren’t just part of the game. They were inside it.

The wilderness had no mercy, no preference for the strong or the weak, it was a crucible where only the vigilant endured. The following days were a blend of discipline, exploration, and adaptation. I mapped the terrain in my mind, noting the safest paths, the potential ambush points, and the sources of water and prey. I tracked deer, small predators, and even larger, more cunning wolves, testing my instincts against theirs. Every encounter was a lesson: patience, timing, awareness, and restraint. The valley had taught me endurance; the forest demanded precision.

“You meddle. You always meddle.” “Better than watching you chew through mortals for sport.” The bark ripples. Faces form briefly, with old, hollow-eyed remnants of past contestants. Their mouths move, whispering prayers that never reached gods. The forest breathes through them. “They entered willingly. The Game feeds because the goddess must feed. It is the order of things.” I draw another sigil, remaining stubborn. “Order’s overrated.” The ground cracks open an inch beside me, just enough to send a warning tremor up my spine.

Her arms were spread wide, like she was ready to take every bullet herself. Three human hunters circled them slowly, guns raised, ugly grins splitting their faces. “Get away from that wild beast, girl,” the biggest one drawled, spitting tobacco. “The boys and I can’t wait to have a feast tonight. That white pelt’s gonna look real nice on my wall.” The skinny one on the left laughed, licking his lips. “Yeah, and if you don’t move, sweetheart, that’s fine by me. You can keep us company tonight instead. We got ways to warm you up real good.”

This journey wasn't just an exploration or a search for the truth. It was a game... a game of survival no one had anticipated.

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.

“That means six teams get eliminated automatically.” “Unless a team gets greedy,” someone else adds quietly. “If one team takes two banners, that's seven teams eliminated.” Fuck. Krane raises her hand, and the murmurs die. “The Gravewood is not an easy terrain. You will face rocky cliffs, dense vegetation, and wildlife, including snakes, wild boars, and other creatures that won't hesitate to attack.” Great. Just great.