Yet Another Gameshow Novels & Stories

The user at the top started typing. ‘The game is about to begin. For the first game, you’ll be given some set of riddles and you have just 6minutes as a deadline for you to answer. We will both play in turns and whoever wins the finals passes but if you fail, it will lead to the death of one of your loved ones.” The moment I finished reading it, it disappeared from my screen. Okay this is getting a bit creepy but can someone tell this dumbass to stop playing with the life of my loved ones? Can we just get the game started? Pfff!

The alternate route wound through a quiet mountain road, twisting and turning, but it seemed like we'd make it to the exam site just fine. Then my phone rang. It was Ruth. A sharp pang of unease struck me as I answered. Her voice was soft but cutting, dripping with malice. "Suri, listen closely. You didn't go to school in our last life, and you're not going to college in this one either. You'll rot in the mud forever. Even after you're dead, as a ghost, watch me live gloriously!"

Therefore, it was proof that no one else could possibly own it. Using another account, I posted again: "Admin Blake, this is me, the girl everyone flamed online as a gold-digger. I’m exposing my ex-boyfriend, Ryan Cooper, as the real leech. He used my family card to buy gifts for my roommate. The bracelet on the stray dog’s paw was his. I bought it for him myself. It's a limited edition. No one else could possibly own it." Screenshots of the family card charges and the purchase record were attached.

But Laurent understood perfectly; taking the hint, he slipped into the bathroom to play along. While he hid in there, Matteo wandered around, bored out of his skull. His eyes drifted briefly over the assortment of parts displayed in the front glass cabinet, then moved on—he’d been here so many times, yet he had never bothered to actually look at anything inside. Claire stepped up beside him and murmured, “DON’T forget why we’re here.” “I know, I know. Get Grandpa back in a good mood. I get it,” Matteo replied, utterly careless.

I silently thank the Goddess that I kept my thin shirt on last night, too exhausted to pull it off. I notice a scroll on the ground close to my feet. I pick it up, and unfold it carefully, revealing precise, looping penmanship: ‘Step into Trial number three, Where shadows dance and none are free. In forest depths, you now remain, Where strength and wit may bring you gain. The bands you seek are high and bold, Taken from hands now growing cold. Collect the most and rise with pride, Or leave with nothing, cast aside. The final game begins today— Only nine are left to play.

So then… What was the real main quest? "A death loop… Hundreds of billions in prize money… An inescapable killer…" If killing the hunter wasn't the condition I needed to meet to win the game, and outlasting the clock wasn't, either, then where the hell was the real condition to clear this game hiding?

The man has truly gone mad this time, but then again I was aware that he was mad. “Our previous champion, Kiara Ivanov and our previous host, Richard Bernard, haven also given us the honor of joining the games with us. They will be playing along with their fellow contestants, the games would be as most of you may already know. A series of games, the winner goes to the next game. The one who loses would in words, die” Ian said smiling “however, the difference between the last game and this one would be that each contestant has three chances”

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

"No, it doesn't matter Kenzo. I understand." Of course, Kenzo would not have been able to find a single clue if Caramel had died. The man did not know Mother Caramel's face and her features. And if Kenzo only relied on a name, that too would be impossible. Because remembering there are many similar names used by residents in Los Angeles. So, I can tolerate Kenzo's efforts, Seina thought. "Thank you again, Kenzo." That was all Seina could do. Kenzo raised his head, he pulled the two ends of his lips. So that it forms a smile. "The game is in progress," him said, to himself.

ZAIN LEANED AGAINST THE wall, staying out of the way. The hall was packed for the Hottest Games of the Year panel, and anyone who was anyone in game design was on that stage. Andrea sat sandwiched in the middle of seven men who'd proceeded to play keep-the-mic-away from her over the last hour. It was the most disgusting example of chauvinism he'd seen at the con yet, but from Andrea's account, it wasn't the worst.