All Chapters of 99% CASUALTY RATE: I GAMBLE MY LIFESPAN TO SURVIVE : Chapter 11
- Chapter 16
16 chapters
The Valuation of Traitors
The air on the landing of the third floor was thick with cheap corporate coffee and ozone. Marcus Gray stood in the shadows just beyond the heavy fire door. The Void-Forged Carbon Cleaver hung loosely in his right hand, its matte-black finish absorbing the flickering fluorescence of the hallway. Beside him, Luke stared at his user interface, fingers trembling as he scrolled through the regional chat. The crimson bounty notification still pulsated at the top of their vision—a bloody reminder that Victor Kane had targeted them. "The chat is blowing up," Luke whispered. "There’s a group from accounting on four. Marcus, a thousand credits is enough to buy three Grade-D weapons. To people who have nothing, we look like a lottery ticket." "A lottery ticket that bites back," Marcus replied, his voice flat with the raspy resonance of his traded years. His attention was focused entirely on the long, carpeted corridor of human resources. He activated Ledger’s Appraisal. The blue data g
Last Updated : 2026-06-20
The False Haven
The elevator doors opened with a soft electronic chime that felt out of place in the ruined building. Marcus Gray stepped out first, his hand resting naturally on the hilt of his black carbon cleaver. His eyes scanned the new floor instantly.This was the fourth floor, the regional logistics management hub. Unlike the chaotic, ash-stained transit lobby below, this area looked strange because it was quiet. The overhead fluorescent lights flickered at a normal pace, casting a dull glow over rows of intact cubicles. The air was cool, smelling faintly of old carpets and paper documents rather than the sharp scent of ozone and burning blood."It looks normal," Luke muttered, stepping out behind Marcus. He kept his heavy flashlight raised like a club, his eyes darting toward the dark corners of the ceiling. "Maybe the monsters did not reach this section yet.""Do not mistake a quiet market for a safe one," Marcus said. His voice was a low, raspy growl, carrying the heavy weight of the sixte
Last Updated : 2026-07-06
The Grip of the Collector
The sudden pull downward was fierce and freezing. Marcus Gray did not let panic overtake his mind. As his boot slipped through the cracked linoleum floor, he drove the blunt end of his black carbon cleaver straight into the solid wood of the door frame. The metal wedged deep into the timber, stopping his fall instantly.Beneath him, in the dark gap between the floors, a wet sound echoed. The cold hand around his ankle tightened, its skin feeling like damp paper. Marcus could feel his body heat draining where the fingers touched him. His system interface flashed in his peripheral vision, showing a small warning about his vitality attribute dropping.Luke scrambled forward in the dark, his heavy iron flashlight clicking on. The yellow beam cut through the black room, shaking wildly as it landed on Marcus's leg."Marcus! Hold on!" Luke yelled. He dropped his weapon and grabbed Marcus by the straps of his tactical vest, pulling upward with all his strength.With a heavy grunt, Marcus used
Last Updated : 2026-07-06
The Crisis Asset
The breath left Marcus Gray's lungs as his back cracked against the iron frame of the system terminal. The physical impact throbbed through his spine, waking the deep, hollow ache of his sixteen traded years. He slid down the metal panel, his boots skidding on the loose glass shards covering the linoleum.The Weeping Collector did not hesitate. It crouched on top of the wooden conference table, its pale, stitched torso expanding as it prepared to spring. The vertical jaw on its face split wider, exposing dark fluid dripping from its needle-like teeth.Marcus looked toward the dark corner of the room. His black carbon cleaver lay five feet away, reflecting the dull blue glow of the terminal screen. He could not reach it in time. His appraisal skill flickered in his vision, updating the entity's status line.Target State: Executing Death Strike. Success Probability: Eighty-eight percent.Marcus did not let the cold numbers break his focus. He had built his entire life on managing bad as
Last Updated : 2026-07-06
The Locked Ledger
The metallic echo of the security gates slamming shut vibrated through the floorboards of the fourth floor corridor. The heavy steel bars blocked both ends of the narrow hallway, sealing the exit to the stairwell and the path to the main elevator banks. They were trapped inside a long concrete cage.Marcus Gray hit the floor hard as the temporary system boost vanished from his veins. The sudden drain felt like ice water pouring through his muscles, replacing his enhanced strength with a deep, crushing fatigue. His joints throbbed with a familiar, hollow ache. The sixteen years he had traded away to the system seemed to weigh heavier on his shoulders now, reminding him of his fragile mortality.Beside him, Luke dropped his flashlight, the iron casing rolling against the wall. The surviving corporate workers fell against the sealed iron bars of the security gate, rattling the metal handles in pure desperation."It locked us in," Luke gasped, his face pale under the flickering fluorescen
Last Updated : 2026-07-06
The Tactical Exchange
# Chapter 16: The metal vent cover hit the office carpet with a dull clang. Marcus Gray did not look away from the ceiling shaft. His heart hammered against his ribs, a physical reminder of his limited biological clock. He needed the system interface now. He needed the cold data to stabilize his fading strength.Marcus looked at the pale arm stretching down into the dark room. He focused his mind, forcing his internal interface to activate.Ping.[System Warning: Sector Alpha Boss entering private domain.][Target: The Weeping Collector.][Current Combat Effectiveness of User: 60%.][Warning: Physical fatigue threshold exceeded. Please apply resource capital to stabilize attributes.]The glowing box hovered in his vision, casting a blue light over his pale face. Marcus ignored the pain in his joints. He reached out and grabbed the hilt of his carbon cleaver, pulling it out from under the door frame. The wooden door groaned as the weight of the monster outside pushed against the panel
Last Updated : 2026-07-06