With My Netherworld Trillions Game On Novels & Stories

Then, a massive teleportation gate appeared in the sky again. "It seems we need to continue through levels seven, eight, and nine," Chase frowned. "What? Seventh, eighth, and ninth levels?" Lisa and Yara, as natives of the Dark and Light Mineral Ore, were unaware of the world's true nature. Yara only knew of the existence of the nether realm outside. Meanwhile, Willow, Walter, and Norm were shocked by the Light Divine Pearl's mention of the Light Deity Technique and the exotic race invasion. First, what exactly was this sage level? Also, what was the thing about exotic races invading the nether realm?

Fortunately, the white light cast by Abel and the golden light secretly infused by Carl intertwined around her, forming a gentle shield that kept out the dense Evil Energy of the Netherworld, preventing her soul from being harmed by the cold. Beneath her feet was no longer a soft bed, but cold, blue-black stone slabs. Wisps of gray-black mist curled between the cracks, making even the air heavy and stagnant wherever the mist passed. Looking up, the sky of the Netherworld was always a dull grayish purple, with no sun, moon, or stars—only the distant, winding veins of the Netherworld Mountains. Dots of dark fire flickered among the mountains like ghostly eyes, glowing and fading in the darknes

The two of them headed to the house's gaming room. Inside, there were top-of-the-line gaming computers. Grace and Caleb started playing a tower defense game. The game was called "Legends of Triumph" and had nearly 800 million registered users worldwide. After playing only two rounds, they were thoroughly defeated by the opposing team. Grace, feeling defeated, slumped in her gaming chair. "Caleb, we're terrible. We need some help." "Okay, I'll arrange for some assistance right away."

What he knows is enough for us to FALL. This Netherworld is not that complicated. You have all freedom and also the choice of how you use that freedom. Sadly, competition was born with it. Everyone wants to reach the top of the ranks to gain other benefits that lie on that number. They will all do what is needed to be done even if they need to paint the floor with blood just to survive this hostile environment. Yeah, we are also aiming for the top, for the sake of controlling everyone under us but we know that is not easy.

ZAIRE'S POV The drive to Dillion's friend's place felt longer than it actually was. Maybe because my head wasn't fucking quiet. The music was blasting out the windows-Reggie had control of the aux, which meant loud trap music and him drumming on the dashboard like he was in the damn band. I just stared out the window, jaw tight, mind running laps I didn't fucking sign up for. Dillion's friend-Caleb or Cameron or whatever the hell his name was-was throwing a "pre-draft send-off." He'd just gotten the call from an NFL team two days ago which was fucking great news for any football player who had a dream to go pro.

This wasn't a dream. "Cassidy! My daughter!" A shrill, overwrought cry shattered the moment. My so-called parents rushed toward me, their faces plastered with ecstatic smiles. "I knew my daughter was the best! Thank goodness—you finally made it out!" my mother gushed, before her avarice broke through. "Come home with Mom. Those rewards—" She didn't get to finish. Several officials from the game organization stepped between us. A lead representative turned to the media and announced my final choice—the Divine Redemption ending—and that I had voluntarily relinquished the massive monetary prize to purify the dungeon.

I slipped off my heels, dropped my purse onto the table, and moved toward the glowing gaming consoles, ready to play with him. Evan shuffled through the drawers and picked up two controllers, handing one to me with a grin on his face. I took it and sat on the soft leather hair beside him. As the screen flickered to life, the room was instantly filled with cheerful music and bright light. “Which one do you want to play?” he asked, scrolling through the games with practiced ease. “You choose,” I replied, leaning back and letting him take the lead. He chose a bright racing game, one with colorful cars and absurd tracks that looped through mountains and oceans. Within seconds, our avatars were l

A smirk crossed his lips again. “How about we play a little game, mi reina?” A game? What kind of game was he talking about? As if he could hear the questions that crossed my mind, he added. “You count to a hundred. When you get to a hundred, try to stop me. If you still want to stop me when you get to a hundred, I will gladly leave you alone. Deal?” I swallowed hard and nodded again. “Deal.” “Good girl.” His grin widened. “Start counting now.”

Yael sighed as he accepted the tumbler of alcohol from his secretary. He had been riding high all evening on the extra sleep and activities with Lynan but the feeling was rapidly draining away. Why did people think just because Yael wasn't physically in the heart of the city right now that they would somehow get away with pulling shit? It wasn't even the underworld opportunists either, it was like everyone was trying to have a land grab. Not all of his business ventures were entirely above board but he mainly traded in information and tip offs when it came to underworld dealings.

If I don’t, I’ll be in a whole world of trouble. XXX