With My Netherworld Trillions Game On Novels & Stories

"Humph... you're ruthless. That's right, I have to enter the ninth-level space as soon as possible. There are one to nine-level spaces in this Immortal Secret Land. You know this, and one of my important things is very likely to be in the eighth or ninth-level space! The higher the level, the rarer the number will be. There are three eighth-level space and only one ninth-level space... So we have to hurry up!" The Nine Netherbird finally spoke coldly. "What’s that? Why do you care about it?" Zephyr Khan couldn't help but be curious. For the Nine Netherbird, it seemed that there were not many things in the world that could make him like this. "My body..." There was a hint of resentment in the

It was impossible to trap the wolf and it would take tens of millions of wolves to do that, an arrow was shot at his mother and when Silva saw her dying, he growled angrily and his outburst released a wave of power which killed millions of wolves. He was weak and it made it easier to capture him, the rulers found different ways to experiment on him and the Legend were true about him, They tortured him to see if he would die but he didn’t, his golden fur was tested for and it was found out that it was a secret to it’s immortality, his fur was shaved off and then Silva grew weaker till he was at his weakest. He hated the wolves, every one of them and planned to get his revenge on them. On the

"We are going home." I looked back down the causeway. The destruction of the central spire had enraged the Underworld realm itself. The pitch-black sky was tearing open, raining jagged shards of necrotic ice, while hundreds of shade-sentinels and Nether-Hounds surged down from the mountain ruins, hunting for the living light radiating from my core. I pulled Gideon’s right arm over my shoulders, taking his massive physical weight onto my back. With my left hand holding my remaining silver dagger and my core burning on its final reserve of energy, I began the agonizing march back across the desolate waste toward the nether-rift.

"You're well aware that it must be done. There's no way we can get away from this; he'll find us no matter where we go. Mr Ethel stated, “If we travel to Trerth, that man is insane enough to follow us there.” waking him up from a strange sensation in his dreams Was a repulsive sensation. There was an unrecognisable aroma, yet it was accompanied by an unknown emotion. For the last week, Nelanian had been facing the bitter cold, and he saw that his body was drenched with sweat. The sensation of warmth jolted him up from his slumber. When he stood up, the flood of odour hit him again. It smelled like stifling smoke, dense smoke emitted by burning damp leaves.

That morning I had gotten up earlier than usual, I didn’t want to be late, I had my shower, dressed up really nice and packed my hair into a pretty pony tail while hurrying out of the house wearing an orange colored heel and a nice hand bag to match, I really needed this job. Meanwhile, in other to be able to have the revenge I seek, first I needed to learn and understand the games billionaires play, so I decided to start by becoming part of the Caddel group of companies. I was sitting right there waiting for my turn to be interviewed, there were about six of us who wanted the same job, who wouldn’t want to work in a company like this? I was getting both impatient and nervous, but I knew wha

“Then that tramp will have the pleasure of explaining herself.” Nico leaned back in his chair, watching the fire in Nero’s gaze. The demon was back and out for blood. That same old ruthless certainty burned there. It was the look of a man who’d kill anyone or anything that tried to move his pieces off his gameboard. Nero’s gameboard. “Tonight, then,” Nico said finally. Nero nodded once. “Tonight.”

The game that makes this entire world and book, both dreadful and fun at the very same time. “Now, now, now. Where should I start?” His thoughts and sinister smile. All excited and beaming with anticipation for his little game that finally he can present to the rightful being that this world created. Just then. ‘NATE.’ A sudden call in a lustful way and in a whisper took his attention. ‘NATE, NATE, NATE.’ The type of call that is both a warning and a blessing. A chant that will put anyone in either worst or best depending on the place and step that one will took. Somewhere that is in between gambling and a child’s game. Where the consequence is either death or life.

Because, Darryl has never made such comments about her to anyone else before. To calm his anger, she said apologetically, "It's okay! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just angry earlier. Please, let's forget it. Baby, I was thinking of going for shopping, but I don't have enough cash on me." Abigail said, trying to change the subject. Darryl took a black card on his desk and passed it to her."It has 1 billion dollars. Spend it however you want." Abigail was so happy. That was more than enough to make sure that her plan worked perfectly. She could pay whoever she wanted to pay and hire whoever she wanted to.

“It could be a trip to any country of your choice. It could also be a huge amount of money—“ Money! A dangerous weapon that I lacked and that was how the triplets were able to entrap me into their dark web. I had to win. One thing I knew was that my team members were stinkingly rich and one thing was certain—They didn’t give a fuck about the game and the piece that should be earned in the end. But I cared about it. If I could win, I would be able to run away from the triplets and this life entirely. I had to win. I had to win. The blue team needed to find the treasure. “Team Blue” I chanted, forcing my hands away from Lennox and Levi’s grip as a bright smile crossed my face. Adrian responded

*Then the game continues. And the board expanded outward, infinite tiles stretching into the abyss, each glowing with possibilities yet unplayed.