With My Netherworld Trillions Game On Novels & Stories

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

I was going to intercept his shipments, turn his allies against him, and meet him on the battlefield of the underworld—and he wouldn't even know it was me until I was holding the knife to his throat. "Let the game begin, Kai," I whispered into the dark.

Piece by piece, a dark doorway began to form on the floor before me. And then the mechanical voice rang out cheerfully in my ear: 【Congratulations, player Nina. You’ve earned the affection of all residents of “The Happy Home” and successfully summoned the Gate to the Otherworld. 【The Gate will appear tonight at 11 p.m. Surviving players, bring your families and gather on the first floor to open it. 【Anyone who misses the time will be permanently trapped within this instance.】 The live chat went wild—

And the psychological trap was being laid with such precision that even a Ghost wouldn't see the tripwire until it was far too late. The game hadn't ended. It had just become a billion-dollar execution.

And so, the former god began to crawl behind the three nymphs as they led him to the hidden passages of Moon Valley Hall he had never seen before. His knees were beginning to ache as he crawled after the nymphs. If he slowed down a bit he was harshly pushed forward. He had no idea how long the destination was but he knew he was going to have some difficulties walking properly if he did not think of something to help himself. “It is all a game,” Terra’s words echoed in his head as he crawled. He had to find a way to bend the rules somehow. In his understanding, games had levels and clues if he paid enough attention. There was something he could do if he really thought about it.

" Chaim and the three guardians exchanged glances, scalps tingling. So, everything had been Tristan's scheme all along. Over the years, under Tristan's orders, Nethercult had secretly spread clues about the netherflame in the martial world. This caused many elites to enter Tyrant Sea in search of it. However, few came back alive. Now they realized that it was just to feed the netherflame.

No wonder they make so much money. I slip my bra off, breathing in relief as soon as it hits the ground. I turn on the TV and feed the cats, then sink down on the couch with my phone in hand. Dad texted me during dinner, asking how I was feeling. I reply to him and search through N*****x for something to watch. I’m dozing off when my phone rings. It’s still on silent from dinner, and it takes me a minute to locate it under the blanket I’m snuggled up in. It doesn’t help that Neville’s fat butt is laying on top of it.

“No matter, the game is already afoot, it would be impossible to stop it now.” What in all that is holy is going on here?! Reena internally screamed again. “Look here,” Reena started. “As intriguing as this is, I am not going to play your game.” “Why?” The voice murmured again, the sinful velvety tone rich with the promises of thrilling adventures. “Would you like me to play your’s instead?” He asked and Reena swallowed, how much exactly did he know? but before she could respond however, light flooded the room, almost blinding her.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

This was the most happiness I’d felt since the beginning of the shit storm that was now my life. “Don't thank me yet, this isn't over” he said. “Mr. Patterson is waiting for you at his estate.” “Oh,” was all I could mutter, because at this point, I didn’t have much of a choice. In some crazy turn of events, it seemed that Brayden was my only ally in this mess.