C2 Death Game

Before I graduated from the National High School, my thoughts were all on badminton. My father was a good badminton player and had left his mark in the international competition.

Although my father didn't force us to play badminton, my brother and I had both taken the initiative to pick up the racquet since we were children and saw the video footage of my father's match.

Looking back on it now, I don't like badminton. I just think that my father was very handsome when he played badminton.

Badminton is painful for me, I am not good at playing, and compared with my brother is far worse.

My brother is very talented. I don't want to lose to him, so I practiced hard in private.

In the third year of the kingdom, my brother and I participated in the national tournament and met each other in the semi-finals.

I lost the game, lost to the idea of giving up the badminton, and dropped the racket after that day.

I left home, went to high school far away, left the place where there were victors.

Finally, I came here, a pure white world.

The ground was white, the sky was white, and there was nothing around. It was as if he had forgotten to put everything into the world of elements.

Except for the door in front of him.

There were a lot of stickers on the door for the convenience store points, which I used to like to stick on the door.

This door, it seems, is the door to my room in the house where I lived before graduation from the country.

Am I really going to die?

The train that had been derailed had been turned into a meat patty and killed.

A meat patty made by a loser would definitely not be so delicious. With this self-deprecating thought in my mind, I push open the door in front of me.

Countless scenes flew in all directions. I subconsciously covered my eyes as I took a few steps back.

They were like the running lights of my life, each one of them a scene I remembered from the past.

Take your mother by the hand to the night market, in the women's restroom and like the confession of the girl. Fail, run in the rain, be cared for by your family and friends when you have a cold, celebrate for the national tournament, lose to your brother on the field and leave home alone with your luggage

There was a melancholy feeling in my heart, as if I had experienced another failure. I closed my eyes and let the tears run down my face.

When he opened his eyes, he found that his surroundings had changed.

I was in a small room surrounded by white walls, and I could touch the ceiling with just a foot.

In the middle of the room was a glass table with a TV on it that looked like the one my father had thrown away in sixth grade.

There were no exits or exits to the room. The door that was in front of me disappeared without a trace. To put it simply, this was a secret chamber.

Adding the TV to the secret chamber, he felt as if he had seen the same scene somewhere before.

Maybe the screen would suddenly light up and a blushing doll would say something to me like, "I want to play a game."

Just when I thought this idea was very interesting, the screen lit up with a "pu" sound. I felt cold sweat trickling down my back.

"I want to play a game."

He said it, the people on television had said it! But the person inside was not a blushing doll, but a dark figure. I said it was the silhouette of a criminal inside a detective, wasn't it?

Although there were some interesting thoughts in his head, his fear was still gradually growing.

I leaned against the wall, and my body couldn't help but tremble. The image of the black figure paired with his low and hoarse voice gave off a creepy feeling.

The shadow continued to speak. I didn't hear it very carefully, but I had a rough idea of what was going on.

I was dead, turned into a meat patty, but my soul was pulled out before I died.

This is a place called "empty space." God duplicates my body and puts my soul inside it, giving me a new life.

Other than his physical body, the clothes on his body had also been copied. However, his bag, phone and other belongings were not with him.

In short, this life belongs to God. I must participate in a game prepared by God. If I can win the game, I will be given a new life in the 'true meaning'.

As for what the 'true meaning' is, I'm not too sure. Maybe it's something like reviving through the game?

There were sixty people, including me, who died when the train was derailed. There were three games in total, and only a few got to the last step.

After telling me all of this, the TV and the glass table disappeared, leaving a hole in the floor and a flight of stairs that led down.

Although he didn't know what game to play, judging from what God said, it shouldn't be a happy game.

It was best to think of the game as terrifying and prepare his mind.

With that in mind, I went down the stairs.

The staircase led to a long corridor. There were no lights inside, but the view was very bright.

Without studying where the light came from, I hurried down the corridor to a wider space.

The floor here was made of red brick and the walls were all made of the same material. The top of his head was pitch black and at first glance, he could see that there was nothing there.

The specks of light were not very bright and there were not many of them. They did not look like stars, but rather like dust on a black cloth.

A strange sound suddenly came from behind him. He turned around and found that there was an iron fence at the entrance, blocking off the entire road.

On the wall, a huge screen suddenly lit up, and the black figure caught my eye again, saying something in a hoarse voice.

The gist of it was that the first game had begun and the monster was about to enter the field. I had to find a refuge before I was killed.

Hm? Monster? It's a little different from what I expected. I thought it was a fight with someone else.

But I wasn't prepared to kill.

With a "pa" sound, the huge screen closed, and at the same time, several holes appeared in the surrounding walls.

The cave was a dark tunnel, and a foul stench wafted in the wind. It smelled like cotton wool that had been stained with blood for seven days.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

There was a low growl from all around, and a rotting head popped out of the tunnel, followed by a nauseating body.

From the holes all around came zombies. They were naked, with rotten flesh and fat maggots moving on their bodies.

The zombies gradually approached me. Due to the slow pace, I felt disgusted but not nervous.

Even so, my feet started to shake. It seemed that my body was still quite honest.

With a "pa" sound, something like a stick fell from the crotch of a zombie. Something that should have been framed by the mosaics was placed on the ground without any worry. However, the owner of the object didn't notice it.

The next zombie that appeared was a zombie that stepped on that object. It was an existence that should have been hit by a Mosaic and became a flattened hot dog.

I couldn't help but laugh, my legs no longer shaking from the shock of fear and my mind, which I had been too afraid to think, cooled.

I took a deep breath and began to analyze the situation.

The zombies were in a circle, approaching from all directions, but there was a gap in front of them.

If they were to proceed in a straight line, reaching the only passage without zombies would be the way out of this game.

I took another deep breath, and the stench rushed into my nostrils, and at the same time I felt a wave of nausea, and my five senses opened up.

His heart was beating steadily and his body felt light and agile. He felt as if he had returned to the field.

Although I miss this feeling, I don't like it at all because it eventually leads to failure.

However, using this feeling, I should be able to escape the encirclement of the zombies. Thus, I started to run, including the zombies in the corner of my eyes.

The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard from all around me. It seemed that even the zombies behind me had accelerated. It seemed that as long as they were stimulated, they would fall into a berserk state.

As I ran, I analyzed the zombie's route, timing, and pattern of attack.

At this moment, a fishy stench came from my side. I took a step to the right and dodged the zombie's pounce.

But the zombie didn't give up. It dragged its rotting body with it as it pounced towards me once more. I immediately gave it a kick and followed suit. I bent down to avoid the other two zombies' pounce.

I thought I was safe, but I didn't expect to see another zombie in front of me. I clenched my teeth and charged at it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another zombie preparing to attack.

"Damn it!"

I stomped on the ground to stop myself.

At this moment, a nearby zombie flew into the air and collided with the monster in front of me.

After rotting in the mud for three days, a fishy stench wafted out. I grabbed hold of the corpse's nose and continued to rush forward. At the same time, the zombies behind me increased their pace in pursuit.

He was only about 10 meters away from the exit!

There were more zombies rushing towards the passage, as if trying to block my path of escape.

At this moment, they were only five meters away, but the road ahead was completely sealed off by the two zombies …

Do you want to go back? No, I can't turn back. The encirclement has been fully formed. I can only move forward!

Nervousness coursed through him, but he felt no fear. Instead, he was replaced by fear. Excited!

I thought back to the time when I played badminton. During the tournament, when I met a strong opponent, I played with my younger brother in the semi-finals!

When he thought back to him back then, he actually didn't dislike badminton at all. On the contrary, he really liked it.

It was just because he failed that he hated it and wanted to find an excuse to escape!

Even if my talent isn't as good as my brother's, even if my practice is painful, there's no doubt that I like the feel of running around in the field.

I wanted to play so much that I wanted to say to a fat, white-haired coach, "I want to play badminton!"

Hm? He seems to be a basketball coach?

In short, if I survive to return to the world, I must apologize to my brother.

"Big Bro escaped. I'm sorry, but I won't run ever again." It was probably this feeling.

The passageway is right in front of us, but the two zombies blocking our path are even closer.

The nearby zombies all gathered together. The situation was extremely dangerous, but my heart was clear as still water.

I bent my body to avoid the zombie claw that was coming at me from the side and walked forward. Without any hesitation, I crashed into the zombie in front of me.

A fishy stench assaulted my nostrils, and the man opened his foul mouth to bite my shoulder.

At the same time, my left hand was also grabbed by another zombie.

At that moment, I remembered the first kill of my life, the first powerful hit under my father's direction.

That deafening and refreshing sound, as well as the numbing rebound, still made me unable to forget it.

Naturally, my right hand turned into a knife and used a killing technique to chop down on the zombie's head.

Puff!

The zombie's head caved in and green liquid sprayed out. At the same time, I pulled with my left hand to pull the zombie that was holding me over.

With a crisp sound, the zombie's rotten leg broke and the hand that was grabbing me loosened.

I turned around, took out my left hand, and knocked over the approaching zombie. Then, I rushed into the passage.

Just when I thought I was going to escape, my leg suddenly felt tight and I lost my balance.

I fell, the left side of my face touching the ground intimately, and the impact made me dizzy, but I recovered quickly.

Before the danger was over, I tried to lift myself up, but my left foot felt like it was being held down by something.

Turning around, I saw that the zombie I broke my leg with caught my calf!

"Damn you!"

I yelled, kicking with my right foot. I kicked his hand out of the way and got to my feet.

Zombies poured into the passage from the outside, but the passage was very narrow, so a large portion of the zombies couldn't squeeze through.

I kicked away the zombie that was approaching me with both of my hands, turned around, and ran towards the other side of the tunnel.

The tunnel wasn't very long. Soon, they arrived at the bottom and simultaneously came upon a fork in the road.

To the left was a corridor paved with blue crystals, and to the right was a brightly lit road.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

There was the sound of zombies roaring from behind me, there was no time for me to think about it. I clenched my fists and instinctively stepped into the crystal corridor.

Then I knew I had chosen the wrong one.

Pale arms tore through the wall and grabbed my right hand from the side, the wet, rotten face giving off seven days of bloody, tampon-like breath in my ear.

I used my left hand to split open the zombie's head that was coming out from the wall, and used my right hand to break free. I wanted to run back, but I saw an iron fence fall from the sky, blocking my way back.

At the same time, the walls on both sides of the crystal corridor began to stir. Countless zombies were trying to come out from the walls.

This time it was to the north.

What should he do?

Before my brain could start working, I had already started running. While avoiding the zombie's outstretched hand from the wall, I ran towards the other end of the crystal corridor.

That's right, we can only go forward and leave this place before the zombies in the wall come out!

Run, run! The end of the corridor was just right in front of them. They would be able to escape this terrifying trap soon!

Fifteen meters, ten meters, three meters!

Suddenly, he felt a sense of emptiness beneath his feet. The scene before him soared up at high speed.

Dropping down? Before I knew what was going on, I instinctively reached out with my right hand, gripped the edge of the floor, and slapped it against the wall like a piece of rubber candy.

Breathing heavily, I found myself in a trap, a trap for falling into.

This should have been a void that could be crossed with a single leap, but because I was on the verge of breaking through the corridor, I relaxed, and the price of relaxing was falling into this trap.

At the bottom was the mountain of needles. Although they were needles, the bottom of each needle was at least as thick as the mouth of a bowl. If they fell, they would undoubtedly die.

The crystal floor is very slippery, I am barely able to stick to the wall, there is no point of effort, falling down is only a matter of time.

Is this the end? It wasn't easy to get a goal, and he knew that he wanted to reclaim his badminton, but it had to end here.

He couldn't accept it!

As his fingers slipped away one by one, his fear gradually deepened. This was a fear that he had not felt even when the train was right in front of him.

Why? You've only died once, yet the second time you've done it scared me?

No, actually, I know the answer. It's a very simple answer.

It was simple. He wanted to once again run around the badminton court and compete with others.

After thinking of this point, his fingers could no longer hold on and completely slipped.

However, something unexpected happened.

Someone grabbed my hand, a pair of cold, soft hands.

"Hurry up and come up!" "Idiot!"

A familiar voice. I looked up and saw a face I'd seen only recently.

The face of a beautiful girl with short blond hair, her ears hanging from her hair.

Zhang Yinying from class three of a year, the weird girl who would say thank you even after I peeked at her thigh.