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What If Naruto Was In Hell Of A Boss

Be a BOSS in Escape Game

There is a parallel world to this world. Only the chosen ones will travel through the past and participate in various escape games. Bai Leshui also traveled through the past. But he is different. Other players are escaping, but he is arranged to be a ghost. System: Let’s climb to the top and become the biggest BOSS. The first copy: Mystery of a wealthy family. Role: Newly married widowed sister-in-law. Basic character settings: 1. You are a madman. 2. You are a transvestite. Host please keep the settings to blend into the dungeon background, don't OOC, don't let the players discover your 'ghost' identity, and eliminate the survival players! Bai Leshui: ...is this setting correct? ? ? ********** Many people have disappeared in this world, and some people have fallen asleep inexplicably. Only a handful of people returned to shout about the fact of crossing. In order to explore the truth, Rong Zheng was hired to infiltrate the investigation. However, after three years of preparation, he was finally lucky enough to be selected as a player. In the first copy, he fell in love at first sight with a male NPC (pseudo) wearing women's clothing in the game. Rong Zheng: Please allow me to talk about love first? System prompt: You have been invited as a guest, but both the house and the people are a bit strange. Player status: Guest. Passing conditions: 1. Survive for seven days. 2. Reveal the secrets hidden in the mansion. 3. There is a very special existence here. Find it and reveal it. If one of the above is met, it will be considered as clearance. Rong Zheng made a big cross on the clearance content and wrote the new content as follows: 1. Confess to him. 2. Find out his identity and contact information. 3. Attack him! Rong Zheng: Satisfied. Special note: There will be no real dead people in the game, only the game will eliminate players, and the protagonist will not collapse.
Miniyuki · 341.5K Views

Whispers of Hell

Lyraea Pastorio, a diligent student at GranVille University, was poised for success. With plans to take over the reins of her father's business after earning her master's degree, she saw everything falling into place. However, nine months ago, her world began to unravel. Strange occurrences started haunting her. These unsettling events shook her to the core, making her question her sanity. As the incidents grew more frequent and intense, those around her started to withdraw dismissing her experiences as mere figments of her imagination. Isolated and alone, her once bright future now seemed shrouded in darkness. Her spirit crushed under the ceaseless burden of the unexplainable horrors that had invaded her life. Each passing day eroded her hope, reducing her to a mere echo of her former self. The vibrant dreams of her future had withered away, supplanted by a grim resignation to her fateful destiny. Lyraea felt overwhelmed, utterly defeat. What could a mere human do against the unknown terrors? That was until her fate decided to confront her directly. Her spectral tormentor, a twisted echo of the past, stood before her. The haunting presence seemed to whisper tales of forgotten breaths and silenced heartbeats, each word was a chilling caress against her skin. His soulless eyes gleamed with the remnants of life that had once thrived among the living, now morphed into a sinister shadow. That ignited something inside her; a spark of resistance within herself. Lyraea fought with all her might, but there was something missing, something right in front of her but veiled. She could see the fire burning in those eyes, clear in their vengeful intentions, but those gentle whispers told otherwise. His inhuman smile, for sure, promised her destructions yet those cold hands never budged to pull her from abyss. Each of his deceptions was like a shard of glass, fitting seamlessly into the intricate mosaic of the grand puzzle, revealing the hidden picture piece by piece. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being led to her deathbed. His presence was deceptive, never showing the real intentions behind those soulless eyes. The vengeance was palpable, but so was the sense of an impending revelation and the inexplicable force drawing them together., a magnetic pull that defied the logic of their enmity. Lyraea feared that at the end she would be abandoned for his sinister plan, leaving her to face the ultimate doom alone, but carve into his soul were scars that bleed shadows that even the relentless march of time would not be able to erase. In the intricate dance of fate and destiny, life, with its myriad twists and turns, blurred the lines between the puppeteer and the puppet. Each move, each decision, seemed to be guided by unseen hands, yet those very hands were themselves subject to the whims of an even greater force. Everyone played a role, yet no one truly knew the script. The boundaries between control and surrender, action and reaction, were so finely woven that they became indistinguishable. It was a paradox of existence, where the illusion of mastery was as fleeting as the shadows cast by the flickering flame of life. It was impossible to discern who truly holds the strings, and who dances to their unseen tune.
_Zale_ · 7.3K Views
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