Yuta Culling Games Novels & Stories

"You want to play the villain to keep me safe? Fine. But I'm not letting you fight them alone." I wasn't going to try to escape anymore. I was going to use his own data, his own resources, and his own tactics to systematically dismantle the Vance syndicate from inside his walls. If Kai wouldn't let me out of the cage, then I would turn this cage into the command center for their destruction. The game had just gotten a lot deadlier.

A few names are selected and placed in the center, but as Lazarus reads them out, one name shows up over and over again: Liliana Adare—the Legacy who isn’t a Legacy. “I think we have our choice,” I hold up Liliana’s name. “Shall we have one final vote?” Everyone closes their eyes and places their hands in the air. Thumbs up is yes, thumbs down is no. The final vote is unanimous. “It is decided. Liliana Adare will be our official target for this year’s game.”

"It's been 10 years, you're right… it was only inevitable." Johanna slowly nodded, "Ok, let's look at it objectively... you did stab your mother to death, kill some people along the way, and it's true that you were the one who came up with the Termination Game in the first place... but did you really do it without reservations like you said... or are you just feeding your guilt?" Her sympathetic eyes, which are far too dark and bright to be natural, are discovered to be rich green, "It appears that there is nothing more we can do..."

Kael and Mara screamed as their skin split open, slow and brutal. They hit the floor, begging. "Yaya, we're sorry! We didn't mean it! Please—let us go!" I didn't blink. "The players you killed—did they beg too? Did you let them go?" Before I could move, the silver cross shot forward on its own. It didn't even touch them. Their fear meters spiked to 100. And then—screams, bodies bursting apart, souls shredded to nothing. No blood. No trace. Just silence.

I’d heard stories of players who’d hunkered down, avoided every trigger, and stumbled out alive when the instance closed. But the Game hated cheaters. It had a penalty box. If you hadn’t cleared the instance by deadline, it entered a state veterans called ‘The Culling.’ Every NPC, every environmental horror, every shadow in the corner would turn on you. Their power would spike, a brutal, artificial inflation. Their numbers would be absolute. Imagine fighting the entire island. Now imagine every single thing on it was twice as fast, twice as strong, and wanted you dead.

I could not believe the arrogant Dave was about to play the game too. Tala shrugged of the thought of Dave embarrassing her as she joined us. I sat quietly... I was suppose to leave, what am I still doing here? "You! Tala pointed at me..is your turn." And i swear, my heart skipped. I looked at Kelly immediately and she nodded at me. Oh heavens! Help me not to fall into the wrong number. With a shaking hand, I picked one of the paper after Tala explained the game a little to the "C boys". It was 7 papers that were yet to be picked after i took mine.

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly