What really happened back then..? I don't know and I don't remember. These memories feels too vague for me to remember.
All I know is that I'm now stuck inside this blank white space with random strangers.
There was roughly 300 people in here, which has now reduced to 150... The first game we had to play was duels to death.
For what happened to me in the duel, well, the opponent died of a heart attack... It was an old man on the verge of death.
This place brings in random people, I guess it could be called both fair and unfair.
"Life sure is strange. I lost all my money gambling yesterday and almost became homeless... Now I'm in a strange place for no reasons. I almost thought I died in my sleep... And thought this was the afterlife." I mumbled to myself.
A person nearby looked at me for a moment before saying, "Heh, you only almost became homeless, I'm an actual professional at this." He then sized himself up and smirked.
...an actual homeless man, huh? Does he think it's something to be proud of? Regardless- he's dying here too...
After all, there can only be one winner in the end.
At that moment, a system message appeared again.
[Second Game: Kill Each Others!]
[There'll only be 1 winner in the end. Good luck~]
[Rewards: You Survive.]
[Penalty: You'll be sent to another world.]
... usually, aren't you supposed to eliminate people slowly and slowly? Is this system crazy? No—is it made by lunatics?!
Tsk. I thought it'd only be the first game, but it's ridiculously ending the entire thing with just 2 games.
Sent into another world, huh? The same message appeared last game too... But isn't the world you're talking about the underworld...
Suddenly, a sword appeared in my right hand, as soon as the game started.
People were already killing each others. With countless blood shed in this strange world.
Fortunately, I stayed as far away as possible from others. The only one nearby is...
"Don't look at me like that. I'm just a helpless homeless lifeless man." The homeless man laid on the ground, as if giving up already.
I didn't say anything, it was better if he didn't attack. After all, I'm terrible at swords! F*ck, why don't you give me a gun instead?
Suddenly, I felt a gaze locked up on me. It was coming from behind. Not from the homeless man, but somewhere farther.
They held a gun, and they aimed at me. It was a man around my age.
"F*ck! Why!?" I couldn't help but curse, why the hell did he get a gun?!
Bang!
A bullet struck my left shoulder.
I tried to react like a samurai cutting down bullets but I failed miserably. Life's never so easy...
I gritted my teeth, and glared at the man with a gun. 'I'm definitely killing this motherf*c-'... Mother, I miss you.
Bang!
Another bullet hit my chest.
The man was clearly trying to aim at my head, but he didn't succeed as his aim lowered at the last second.
"F*ck! Just end it quickly!" I yelled out.
Bang!
The last bullet shot.
This time, it was aimed at the homeless man on the ground.
The homeless didn't move but the bullet stopped in the air. He was only holding a weird looking watch in his hands.
"Time has stopped." The homeless man said to himself as he grinned.
Then, he got hit by the bullet in the next second as the watch only stopped "1 millisecond timestop" and not "1 second".
He had wasted that 1 millisecond by muttering out that one sentence.
Fortunately, the bullet only hit his right arm as the person with the gun sucked with aiming.
I stared with my eyes wide, I couldn't believe it. He really couldn't get a headshot in three damn shots!? He's only about 10 metres away!
He raised the gun again, aiming at me this time.
No, no, you're not going to get me this time!
I quickly threw my sword right at his face, in a stabbing position.
The unique enchantment of my sword was to go 100% straight when thrown in the air!
He pressed the trigger as the sword headed to his face. But no bullets came out.
"Tsk. F*cking useless gun." He complained.
The sword that was thrown at him haven't even reached 5 metres ahead by the time he spoke.
...the f*ck? Why's the sword moving that slow? And why the heck does he complain when his aim just sucks?!
"No, my aim doesn't suck! It's just that these three bullets had the curse to randomly change directions last second!" He explained before I said his aim sucked.
After a few more seconds, he had already dodged the sword that was incoming.
Ah... It's hopeless. I inwardly said as the sword headed nowhere in the air. Leaving me with nothing to protect myself.
Along with 2 bullets wounds!
I clutched my chest which was bleeding since earlier. I was prepared to die but I wanted to take him down with me. Now, it's all hopeless.
The sword continued to move slowly in the air. With no directions and no targets...
The gun holding man came closer to end my life.
"Eh, wait. Leave me alone... Don't kill me with melee gun, that f*cking sucks. I'm not that unskilled in fps games..." Like, I'm already knocked out and I have no teammates! Just leave me alone!
"... It's fine. This gun has a unique skill. I'll shoot you to death. This time, I'll make sure it goes through your head." He said coldly.
Ah... I think that sounds too painful—scary on second thought. How about just... letting me bleed to death?
He aimed the gun at my head and shot ruthlessly.
Bang!
Which backfired. Literally.
A body laid lifelessly on the ground: cause of murder, suicide.
I stared at the body in a daze, before turning my head to look around. There was a homeless man laying "lifelessly".
"Don't look at me, I'm already dead." The homeless man said blankly.
I looked at him blankly, before turning around to see how many people were left.
There was only around 17 people left after roughly 4 minutes or so passed... Sigh, this is really a game of death.
Yes—this was the game of death from Artificial Games Programmers. A game that is now reality.