Night Time - Inside a Cave
The cave's dim light flickered off the steel blade of the iron sword as a boy with white hair faced another boy with dark purple hair, clutching a stone pickaxe.
"Why are you doing this? You told me we were friends. Why are you trying to kill me now?" the purple-haired boy begged, tears streaming down his face.
The white-haired boy's expression remained cold. "It's the rules. I saved you not out of kindness, but for my own gain. When I found you half-dead, the system told me that killing you would reward me with 10 billion coins. I saved you just to kill you."
"Do you really think 10 billion coins are worth more than a human life?" the boy with dark purple hair asked, desperation thick in his voice.
"Survival is my priority. I want to return to Earth, just like everyone else. But to do that, I need to survive. The last few hours have made it clear—coins are crucial. With 10 billion coins, I can fully upgrade my health bar to level 100," the white-haired boy explained.
"Is that why you want to kill me? I'll do whatever you want. Please don't kill me. We're friends," the boy pleaded.
"Are you really that naive? We've known each other for only four hours. Friendship doesn't come so easily. And if I let you live, you might grow strong and kill me yourself. I refuse to take that risk," the white-haired boy said.
"I swear I would never do that," the boy insisted.
"Do you think I'm stupid? If you die now, the number of players decreases. With only 41 players left, if they all die, I'll be the last one standing. The system says to never trust anyone, and clearly, you didn't read that part," the white-haired boy replied.
"Yes, it also says to trust those you believe in. I trusted you," the boy said.
"I made you trust me. If I hadn't been here, you'd be dead already, killed by zombies. Now, I'm offering you a quick death to spare you some suffering," the white-haired boy said coldly.
"Please, no. I want to live. I have a sick father and a family who depend on me. I only installed this game to pass the time. I don't deserve this," the boy cried out.
Without another word, the white-haired boy unleashed a freezing power, immobilizing the boy's legs. He drew his sword and swung it with precision, severing the boy's head in one clean strike. The head tumbled from the body, and the boy's tattoo exploded in a shower of blood.
The white-haired boy's window popped up:
<10 billion coins have been added. Current balance: 10 billion, 612 coins.>
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**Day 02 - 7:03 AM**
Nabil stirred, finding himself half in the water, half on land. Penguins were licking his bloodied, mangled body. The sensation was oddly comforting.
"I'm alive? After everything, how am I still alive?" Nabil muttered.
Nabil tried to stand but was immediately overcome with pain and weakness, collapsing back to the ground.
1. Boat = 3 meters wood and 100 coins 2. Wooden Pickaxe = 2 meters wood and 30 coins 3. Wooden Axe = 2 meters wood and 30 coins 4. Wooden Sword = 1 meter wood and 20 coins 5. Wooden Hoe = 2 meters wood and 10 coins Recommended: Boat> "A boat? Yes, I need that. I have to escape this island," Nabil said desperately. Nabil struggled to his feet, shaking with exhaustion. "How can I do this? I'm bleeding and barely able to move," he said, tears of frustration streaming down his face. The penguins nudged him comfortingly, licking his hands. "Thank you. You saved me," Nabil managed, his voice choked with emotion. He staggered towards a tree and pressed the button, but the system's response was clear: "How can I do that with no stamina and an axe that's almost broken?" Nabil lamented. Nabil gritted his teeth. "Great. I have no choice," he thought, noticing the axe's health at 20%. "One hit takes 1% health now," Nabil noted, striking the tree with renewed determination. Despite the excruciating pain, Nabil kept hitting the tree, taking breaks every five strikes to recover. After several moments, he managed to chop the tree into three pieces. The axe finally broke with the last strike. Exhausted, Nabil pressed the button, and the tattoo absorbed the planks, leaving only the sticks and leaves behind. The inventory created a small wooden boat. Nabil stared at the boat with a mix of hope and despair. "So, this is the boat. I can barely fit inside it," he muttered, struggling to lift it onto the water. The agony from his injuries made every movement excruciating. He collapsed onto the ground, screams of pain escaping his lips as he writhed, his torn flesh throbbing with each pulse of pain. The boat, drifting slowly away from the shore, seemed like a cruel mockery of his hopes. "No...no... this boat was my last hope," Nabil cried out in frustration, his voice cracking. The dolphins, sensing his distress, rushed toward the boat, guiding it back to him with determined swiftness. "Thanks again," Nabil gasped, tears mingling with sweat. As he retrieved the remaining leaves, sticks, and chest from the shore, he noticed a crucial detail: the boat had no oars. "How am I supposed to control this boat without oars?" Nabil wondered aloud. The dolphins, sensing his predicament, began demonstrating their ability to pull the boat. Nabil's eyes widened in realization. "Great, my abilities are really useful now," he thought, grateful for their assistance. He climbed into the boat, using the leaves and sticks as a makeshift bed. ---- Four hours later The boat bobbed in the endless expanse of the sea, more than twenty dolphins straining to pull it forward. Nabil, eating a piece of bread, tried to ignore the gnawing pain in his body. "The pain isn't stopping. I can barely move. If night falls, I don't know what will happen. I've survived a few hours, but how much longer can I last?" he mused, his thoughts plagued by the uncertainty of his situation. Suddenly, a piece of bread lodged in his throat. Panicking, he reached for the sea water, hoping to wash it down. The instant he tasted the briny liquid, he realized his mistake. "It's not just salty; it's horrible," he gagged. The water's toxins began to burn inside him, causing him to writhe in agony. He screamed as the pain intensified, convulsing on the boat. His vision blurred, and he lost consciousness, the sea's relentless motion rocking him gently. --- Night-time Nabil awoke to darkness. The sea was eerily quiet, with only seven dolphins remaining. He glanced at the system readout: 1:11 AM. "When did this happen?" Nabil asked weakly. A haunting melody drifted from the east. Nabil turned to see a mermaid, naked and ethereal, perched on a rock, singing a hauntingly beautiful song. Mesmerized, Nabil's senses clouded, and he leaped from the boat. The remaining dolphins, desperate to save him, surrounded him and began pulling him back. But a massive shark emerged from the depths, attacking the dolphins with ferocity. Nabil's hallucination shattered in the face of the attack. He fought his way back to the boat with the dolphins' help, clambering aboard as the remaining two dolphins resumed their labor. "That was close," Nabil panted, looking at the few remaining dolphins. Guilt weighed heavily on him. "I'm sorry. It's my fault that so many of you died." --- Day 04 Nabil lay exhausted on the boat, his food supply depleted. Twelve dolphins pulled him through the desolate sea. He reflected on their sacrifice with a heavy heart. "Each night, dolphins die, and new ones join the team in the day. They sacrifice their lives for me, and I feel so guilty." Name - Nabil27 Abilities - Pet Skill - No ability Age - 18 Health - 20 - Lev 01 Speed - Lev 01 Resistance - Lev 10 Durability - Level 01 Skill Level - 05 Ability Level - 01 Players Alive - 35 Ranking - 35 Points - 110 Coin - 10 Experience - 70 Progress - 0.003% Time Remaining - 360 Days - 14 Hours - 12 Minutes Survival Possibility - 1.27% Team Status - Not in a Team> "Survival rate is at 1.27%. I know I won't make it, but I keep trying, and it's driving me mad. So many dolphins have died for my sake. How can I forgive myself for all this?" Nabil's eyes grew heavy with exhaustion, and he fell into a restless sleep, the burden of guilt hanging heavily over him.