All Chapters of DEADLY GAME SYSTEM : Chapter 41
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Chapter forty one: The first trial
The arena vibrated. The violet sky pulsed as if alive, reflecting the tension below. Ethan, Sky, and Claire watched from Group Five’s platform, each pulse of light sending tiny shivers through their bodies. A chime echoed through the system. > “TRIAL ONE — COMBAT SIMULATION INITIATED.” The floating platforms shifted, rotating slowly to face the center of the arena. A low hum filled the air. Then, from the center, a pillar of light shot upward and split, forming five separate arenas, each unique, isolated, and immense. The system’s voice continued: > “Each group will face a singular simulated adversary. Survival depends on coordination, strength, and ingenuity. Failure is not optional.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. He could feel the familiar cold edge of anticipation cutting through his veins. Sky muttered, almost under his breath, “Not optional… That doesn’t sound fun at all.” Claire gave him a side glance. “Sky, focus.” The platforms descended slightly, placing Group Five
Chapter forty two: Bunk Assignments
The arena dimmed slowly as the platforms rose, lifting the exhausted players from the simulation floors. The violet sky lost its glow, replaced by a pale, cold blue that rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand. Trial One was over—but the system wasn’t giving them rest without rules.Marcus reappeared on a balcony of hovering obsidian, hands folded behind his back, Master Level aura dripping from him like golden smoke.Every group froze.> “Players,” Marcus announced, voice cold and precise, “you will now be assigned living quarters. Rest is earned—but it is also monitored.”A shiver ran through the gathered fifty.Sky muttered under his breath, “Monitored? Of course it is. Can’t even sleep in peace here.”Claire elbowed him gently. “Be serious.”Ethan’s gaze never left Marcus.He didn’t trust anything about this so called supervisor.Marcus lifted a hand, and two large holographic maps formed in the air—floating blueprints of two massive communal halls.One hall labeled:Dorm S
Chapter forty three: The Alliance
Dorm Sector A did not sleep.Not really.Even after most lights dimmed and the glowing cubes softened into a gentle blue haze, the room buzzed with restless energy. People shifted in bunks, whispered quietly, argued in hushed voices, or paced the metal floors.But Group Four…Group Four was awake on purpose.They had claimed a section of the upper level, the beds clustered around them in uneven patterns like a chaotic nest. Their presence radiated a strange, unpredictable aura—half danger, half excitement, entirely impossible to ignore.Rook, their unofficial leader, sat on the edge of his bunk sharpening a long, curved blade. His red streaked hair caught the dim blue light, making him look like he glowed.Pixie twirled her pink bat—bright, neon, chipped, and decorated with stickers. Every spin made the metal whistle. “Rook, tell me why we’re awake,” she demanded. “Because if it’s for something boring, I’m smacking you.”“You smack everyone,” Ash muttered from his bunk, hidden behind
Chapter forty four: The Alignment
Dorm Sector A did not have quiet hours.Not when Group Two existed.Their section—center-left of the large shared room—was a whirlwind of clashing personalities, laughter, arguments, and general disruption. They weren’t trying to be chaotic.They were chaos.Lights flickered overhead as though afraid of them.Vivi hopped onto the nearest bunk like it was a stage.Her hair was a blur of neon streaks, and her jacket looked like it had been customized by a hyperactive graffiti artist.“ROLL CALL!” she shouted.No one had asked for it.Cole groaned, sprawled across his bed like a dying cat. “Vivi, stop screaming. My bones hurt.”“You didn’t even do anything in the trial,” Mirabel whispered from the corner, hugging her pillow.“I did mental work,” Cole said defensively. “It’s exhausting being annoyed by everyone.”Riff bobbed his head to the beat leaking from his headphones. “We fought a giant lightning wolf. The beat was sick.”Kai stretched lazily, muscles flexing under sun-kissed skin.
Chapter forty five: The golden hand of Marcus
THE GOLDEN HAND OF MARCUSThe eastern wing of Dorm Sector B was silent.Not the silence of fear.Not the silence of rest.A colder silence—controlled, disciplined, heavy with expectation.This was where Group One and Group Three stayed, far removed from the chaos of the other groups. Organized minds and trained bodies filled the space, and Marcus walked among them like a king among soldiers.A golden shimmer faintly trailed behind him as the door hissed shut.“Gather,” he commanded.No shout.No force.Yet they obeyed instantly.Group One lined up first:Kira… Tello… Mina… Borik… Ginny… Rafe… Oriel… Dana… Jax.Group Three followed behind them:Professor Lorne… Eira… Samir… Dr. Yana… Tian… Lani… Paz… Vanta… Ferin.Marcus surveyed them.These were his new weapons.Not chaotic, not balanced.Not unpredictable.These two groups were moldable.“Tonight,” Marcus said, voice smooth as steel, “I teach you how to win.”He stopped in front of Kira first.THE SOLDIERKira’s back straightened a
Chapter forty six: Group Three
When Marcus finally left the simulation chamber, the room exhaled—literally seemed to breathe out the tension that had been coiled tight inside it.Group Three stood rigid, a tight cluster of shaken intellects.They had seen horrors before—data breaches, battlefield surgeries, decoded war messages, collapsed systems.But this was different.This was personal.This was psychological warfare wearing a human face.And they needed to be very careful to avoid falling into the wrong hands.Professor Lorne removed his glasses with trembling fingers.“That man,” he said quietly, “is not training us.”Samir looked up sharply. “Then what is he doing?”“Rewriting us.”Lorne turned his glasses over in his hands.“Like a corrupted cipher. Breaking the original code so the new one fits his pattern.”His eyes were heavy—not afraid, but disappointed.“He wants obedience—without hesitation. That is not training. That is reprogramming.”“They're a lot of things he's not telling us” Eira said. “And h
Chapter forty seven: Trial two
TRIAL TWO: THE MAZE OF ATTRITIONThe lights never came on gradually.They snapped.Cold white illumination flooded Dorm Sector A without warning, slicing through half-formed dreams and aching bodies. A sharp tone followed—short, mechanical, merciless.> “ALL PLAYERS—WAKE.”Sky jolted upright, nearly falling off his bunk. “WHAT—oh come on, we just slept.”Claire was already on her feet, fingers glowing faintly as she checked the room instinctively. Ethan sat up slowly, fully awake in an instant.The system didn’t wait.> “TRIAL TWO COMMENCING.”“FORMAT: MAZE OF ATTRITION.”“GROUPS WILL ENTER SEQUENTIALLY.”“FAILURE RESULTS IN TERMINATION.”Silence followed the announcement.Then—> “GROUP FIVE—PREPARE FOR TRANSFER.”The floor beneath their bunks began to hum.“Of course it does,” Sky muttered, grabbing his gear.Ethan was already moving. “Everyone on your feet. Check weapons. No panic.”Grant strapped his gloves tighter. “Maze trial. Means traps, separation, pressure.”“Or monsters,”
Chapter forty eight: The wide cull
The system did not wake Group Four gently.The lights snapped on like a slap, blinding and harsh, and the floor beneath their bunks dropped without warning.Pixie screamed—half thrill, half terror—swinging her bat instinctively as they fell.Rook laughed.“YES! NOW WE’RE TALKING!”They hit the ground hard.Stone cracked beneath them, shockwaves rattling bones. Pip rolled to his feet first, breath hitching as he scanned their surroundings.They were not in a maze.They were in a cage.A massive circular arena stretched around them, walls towering impossibly high, made of jagged black stone threaded with glowing red fissures. No doors. No ceiling. Just a dark sky swirling slowly overhead like a storm trapped in glass.Ash exhaled softly, shadows already clinging to his boots. “This place… it listens.”Hex smiled thinly. “Everything here does.”Nira stood apart, silent as always, eyes moving, absorbing. Vix crouched, fingertips brushing the ground, head tilted as if listening to somethin
Chapter forty nine: The victim
Ethan walked to his bunk, everyone was still eating, but he needed some time alone to process things.This new system wasn't interested in points and rewards, ten what was the motive, he was still thinking when he heard footsteps. He turned, Marcus was in his dorm “What are you doing here"“Relax,I came to see my former playermate” Marcus said chuckling “Instead of saving us all you decided to rise to power”“Do you think if I have picked save all of us, the system would have granted that request?“ “Bullshit” “You need to start thinking with your head Ethan, for the smartest you're very dumb” “At least I'm not a psychopath killing machine, you sold yourself to the system, I thought you were just a childhood bully but it seems that's just who you are" “I lost people too”Marcus said quietly Ethan only gaped at him “I want you to stay the fuck out of my way and don't test me Cole” Marcus said walking out of the dorm Marcus watched from above.The observation le
Chapter Fifty: The glowing orb
Dawn did not come gently.It ripped through the sleeping realm like a blade, flooding the sky with iridescent color—violet clouds streaked with gold, floating islands drifting like broken thoughts, forests glowing faintly as if breathing light instead of air. Beauty and danger existed in equal measure here, woven together so tightly they were impossible to separate.A sharp chime echoed.All surviving players jolted awake at once.SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT:TRIAL THREE INITIATED.OBJECTIVE: LOCATE AND SECURE THE LUMINOUS ORB.TIME LIMIT: BEFORE NIGHTFALL.FAILURE CONDITION: SUNSET.WARNING: NOCTURNAL ENTITIES WILL EMERGE AFTER DARK. SURVIVAL NOT GUARANTEED.The words burned themselves into the air.Group Five materialized on a floating stone platform overlooking a vast, alien realm. Rolling hills of bioluminescent grass stretched endlessly, broken by jagged crystal spires, twisted forests, and distant ruins that hummed with old power.Sky stared, wide-eyed. “Okay. I officially hate how pret