Zero Time Dilemma Walkthrough Novels & Stories

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

I trembled while reading the game’s guidebook. [Play your character well, and don’t reveal your identity as a player to the ghouls.] [There is a safe time period every day from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. Unless you enter a danger zone, ghouls will not attack players during this time.] [If you survive five days, you will win the game and be rewarded.] I put the leaflet down, feeling ill at ease. My hands were sweating. It was a horrible situation to be in. The game had not even started. No matter which way I looked at it, I had no chance of winning.

"The countdown on my interface isn't just ticking backward anymore—it’s skipping! Look!" Vikram glanced down at the digital display on his wrist unit while maintaining his stride. The numbers were a chaotic, flickering mess of corrupted code, rapidly flashing through impossible configurations before locking onto a terrifying reality: 13:00:28... 13:00:19... 13:00:11... Time wasn't merely running out; it was collapsing inward, drawing the physical structure of Shimla along with it.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

I jumped out of bed in a panic and shouted, “Stop it! Don’t fight! Please, don’t fight! Fine, I’ll just sleep with both of you, okay?” And just like that, the first three days passed in one piece. According to the system’s live report, only twelve players were still alive. That night, I got a private message from Elaine: 【Nina, starting tomorrow, you’ll need to visit your neighbors. Rumor has it that only by visiting every entity on all thirty floors can you unlock the full building and maybe trigger the final clue to clear the game.

“It’s cute, huh?" Then I caught Valen’s gaze with concern written on his face and a sad grimace. “We can win this and get the hell out of here.” Valen muttered to me, our mind-link seemed disabled. I wished I could believe him, so I did not respond. Being closer to him would have helped more. A timer appeared above her head with four silver zeroes. After that, it changed with digital counting sound effects to reflect three minutes and thirty-four seconds. “Once the timer hits zero, you fail and will be eliminated. If you fall, the river of molten iron at the bottom awaits your death.” Gracefully lifting her right arm in arabesque, she persisted cheerfully. “Let us begin.”

Is there a timer? Shale stared blankly, blood soaking his trouser leg. **<< The weak… must burn… cleanse the future… >>** Spittle flecked his lips. He wasn’t just a sleeper; he was a fanatic, brainwashed by Thorne’s rhetoric, believing he was a savior. **<< Too late… the signal… received… >>** A soft, high-pitched *beep* came from the control unit Shale had been working on. A small LED screen blinked: **DISPERSAL SEQUENCE INITIATED - T-MINUS 04:59**

--- The next night, everything was in motion. The final phase. The most dangerous part. Everyone had their roles. Their positions. Their timing. Zane had gone over mine twice. Clear. Precise. No room for error. “Stick to the route,” he had said. “No deviations.” “I won’t,” I promised. And I meant it. At the time. I moved exactly as instructed at first. Every step measured. Every action aligned with the plan. It was working. Perfectly. Too perfectly. And that’s when the thought came.

The bomb was a time bomb, and they only had 3 minutes and 53 seconds on the clock. “Alright, boss, I want you to listen to me carefully. Find a pair of scissors. I want you to find the yellow wire and I want you to cut it. Got it?” “Loud and clear, Brent. I hear you loud and clear.” Sweat was now pouring out of every single pore within Arthur’s body. But luckily for all of them, he carried a Swiss army and that model came with scissors. He found the yellow wire and put the scissors next to it. There were only 30 seconds. Arthur looked at Damien, and the boy, though he looked like he was about to burst into tears at any given moment when he saw Arthur give him that look, he nodded firmly in h