《Death's Entertainment》 The first game: Lost Heart My name is Lin Ming, thirty years old. I live with my parents and do nothing all day. I dont have a job and no capabilities. Every day, I rely on my parents to support me. My parents always urge me to find a job, but I always dismiss them, saying "Ill find the time." I know full well that Im just a "NEET"(Refers to young people who do not work, do not go to school, do not participate in social activities, and still stay at home after adulthood) and will never amount to anything in life. Even though my parents constantly encourage me to go outside more, I ignore their advice, choosing instead to stay in my room playing video games, immersed in the virtual world. That night, as usual, I stayed in my room playing video games. From time to time, I could hear my mom calling out to me from outside, "What time is it? Still not asleep?" I pretended not to hear and kept focusing on my game. Halfway through, I suddenly felt a bit bored, so I decided to step out for a bit to buy some instant noodles. I groggily turned off my computer, threw on some clothes, and walked out of my room. This was the first time I had gone out in three months. Usually, my mom would cook and bring food to my room. She often said she wished I would come out to eat, but I never listened. The weather outside was cold, and the night was as dark as ink. There was hardly anyone on the street, and the streetlights cast a dim, yellow glow on the empty road, swaying in the wind. For some reason, I felt a bit restless. The desolate night made me even more uneasy. To reach the convenience store, I had to pass through a dark alley. The cold wind howled through it, making the alley look even more terrifying. "When did the streetlight in the alley go out?" I thought, puzzled, but had no choice but to proceed in the dark. Suddenly, I heard a faint sound of footsteps behind me. I turned around to look, but there was no one there, nothing at all. I took a few more steps, thinking maybe I was just being paranoid. Shaking my head, I continued walking. However, the footsteps started again, this time closer and more hurried. I turned around once more, but the sound vanished without a trace. After a while, the footsteps returned. I quickened my pace, my heart racing, but the footsteps sped up as well. At that moment, I had an ominous feeling. I stopped in my tracks and turned around, shouting loudly, "Whos following me?" My voice trembled a little. There was no response. The only answer I received was that strange and terrifying sound of footsteps. Suddenly, a figure appeared behind me. He was wearing a black trench coat, and a mask covered his face, so I couldnt tell what he looked like. I mustered up some courage and asked, "Who are you?" There was no response. I asked again, and this time, the man in black suddenly charged toward me as if he had lost his mind. I realized something was wrong and immediately tried to run. Adrenaline surged through my body, and my heart raced wildly. "Who is he? Why is he chasing me? A human trafficker?" To my surprise, he didnt chase me but instead stood still. I didnt know what he did, but suddenly, I couldnt move. He slowly walked up to me, placed his hand gently on my shoulder, and I suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if something was being drawn out of my body. "You..." I tried to speak, but no words came out. My vision began to blur, and my consciousness started to fade, until everything plunged into darkness. When I woke up, I found myself lying at the doorstep of my house. A sharp pain shot through my chest, and instinctively, I reached up to touch it, only to feel a cold, empty hollow. My heart was gone! I quickly sat up, looking around in terror, only to realize I was still alive. Looking at where my heart used to be, my breathing became rapidwait, I wasnt breathing at all, because I no longer had a heart. As I thought about this, my vision slowly faded to black, my body became too tense to move, and my consciousness started to slip away. I fainted. The next morning, I woke up again. Maybe I had gotten used to it, but I wasnt scared anymore. Suddenly, I noticed a note lying quietly on the ground beside me, with crooked handwriting: "You have two days to trade two billion for your heart, or death will be your only fate." These words nearly made me lose my balance. Two billion? I dont have that much money! My vision went blank, and my mind was filled with fear. What am I supposed to do without a heart? If I dont comply, Ill die. This all feels so unreal, like a dream. I reached out and touched my chest again. No, this is real. Its not a virtual world, and its not a prankthis is the real world. I rushed into the house without a second thought, collapsing in front of my mom. When she saw the hollow in my chest, she immediately fainted, falling to the ground. Seeing my mom lying there, I fell into despair. Our family was poor, and my dad was working away. I had no ability, just a NEET, and there was no way I could come up with two billion! It felt like death itself was right beside me, and I thought my life would end like this. I began to give up on myself. I even thought about calling the police, but I didnt have the courage. Even if I did, no one would believe me. There was no way out now. I could only figure out how to get two billion. But how could I do that? At that moment, I couldnt think straight. I even thought about ending it all. "After all, my existence has no meaning..." I had lost it. I slammed my head into the wall, trying to end my life. Suddenly, a thought flashed into my mind. I could rob a bank! My mind was completely broken. I could no longer think rational I grabbed the kitchen knife, hardly giving any thought to the consequences, and rushed out of the house. It was already night. The streets were empty, with only the dim streetlights quietly illuminating the road. I couldnt stop. The more I thought about it, the more I feared that if I stopped, I would disappear forever. I walked into a small bank nearby. The security guard at the door didnt notice me; he stood there with a dazed look in his eyes, almost asleep. I nervously walked in, my heart racing, my legs trembling. Inside, the employees were still busy, and only a few people were in line at the counter. I walked to the back of the line, forcing myself to calm down. Every second felt like centuries. I was on the verge of losing my mind. No, I had already lost it. Finally, it was my turn. I walked up to the counter, where the teller was a young girl who smiled and asked, "Sir, how can I help you?" Her voice sounded so calm, as if nothing had happened. "I... I..." The teller gave me a strange look. Her gaze... it reminded me of the lifeless eyes of the man in black. I mustered all my courage, reached into my pocket, quickly pulled out the kitchen knife, and slammed it down onto the counter. The cold light flashed, and everyone around froze, their eyes filled with terror.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. "Give me all the money!!! Hurry!!!" I shouted like a madman, my voice trembling. My fingers gripped the knife handle tightly, my mind racing with the thought that as long as I got the money, I could survive. The bank teller''s face went pale instantly, her hands trembling as she hurriedly grabbed the money bag. The customers screamed and ran out, the alarm blaring throughout the bank. The security guard rushed in, his taser crackling with blue sparks, his eyes alert and focused. I had no idea where I found the courage, but I shouted, "Don''t move! Give me the money, or I''ll kill you!" I lost all sense of reason. The teller finally handed me the bag, and without waiting for her to let go, I grabbed it, backing away quickly. After a few steps, I felt like I could finally breathe again. I turned and bolted out of the bank, every step feeling like I was dragging heavy chains behind me. My heart was gone, yet there was still a powerful, overwhelming urge to survive pulsing through me.However, the loud siren also attracted the police. As I sprinted through the streets, the blaring sirens of police cars grew louder behind me. Panic surged through my veins, but the weight of the money in my hand anchored me. I had done itI had escaped. The bag was heavy, filled with the two billion I desperately needed to reclaim my life. But even as I ran, I knew this was just the beginning. The black-clad figure wouldnt let me go so easily, and my fleeting victory was only a temporary reprieve. I pushed myself harder, my legs burning, my breath ragged. But it didnt matter. Every step felt like the only thing keeping me alive. I came home and sat on the bed, the weight of the money on the bed felt like an anchor, but it couldn''t quiet the storm inside me. The guilt gnawed at my insides, sharper than any knife, as if every dollar was a silent reminder of the person I had become. A man who once did nothing, who once dreamed of a life that was safe in its own mediocritynow he was capable of unspeakable acts. The voice in my head, still trying to rationalize, whispered again: Its for your life. You had no choice. But the hollow feeling in my chest, the space where my heart should have been, told me a different story. No, I had a choice. And I had chosen this path, one that would cost me far more than just money. I looked at the money, the lifeblood of my temporary survival, and realized something chilling. The man in black hadnt just taken my heart. He had taken my humanity, piece by piece. I didnt know what would come next, but I felt itwhatever it was, I wasnt going to be the same again. And no matter what I did, I would never escape this feeling of emptiness inside me. The money might save me from death, but it could never undo the monster I had become. Now that I have obtained 200 million, the next step is to exchange my heart with the man in black. So I picked up the phone and called the man in black. "I have 200 million!" My voice seemed a little hoarse. "Very well, come to me and ask for your heart back," the man in black said coldly. I hung up the phone, my mind a chaotic mess. I tightly gripped the two billion in cash, as if it were my only lifeline. But the closer I got to the man in black, the more I couldnt shake off the fear within me. Who was he, this man I had never seen before? What was his purpose? Could my heart truly be returned to me? These questions swirled in my mind, but there were no answers. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the house. The air outside was cold and biting, and the street was eerily quiet. Each step felt like I was walking toward the abyss, and I had no way back. I arrived at the designated locationa deserted old building, lifeless and silent. The empty hallway echoed with my footsteps, and I could almost feel the man in black watching me from some hidden corner. My heart pounded, and the sounds around me began to fade, leaving only his cold voice echoing in my mind: Did you bring the two billion? I clenched the money bag tighter, walking to the end of the hallway. In the darkness, I could faintly make out a figure standing there, as if waiting for me. I closed my eyes, my heartbeat accelerating. The moneythis two billioncould it really buy back my heart? I didnt know, but I had no other choice. This is the two billion you wanted. I threw the money bag on the ground, nervously watching him. Give me back my heart! He didnt rush to act. Instead, he glanced at the bag, then at me, his cold smile curling at the edges. You think that just by getting this money, everything will be restored? I lost control in an instant, shouting, You promised! You promised to give me my heartgive it to me now! He chuckled again. Did I ever promise? You were just a pawn in my game. I froze, and in that moment, I realized the awful truth: I was nothing but his prey. And the two billion were just part of the trap he had set for me. Enraged, I lunged at him, trying to kill him, but once again, he froze me in place. Slowly, he approached, his eyes gleaming with cold contempt. What could I do without a heart? He raised his hand, full of disdain, and muttered, Filthy humans, only caring for themselves, before casting a spell. In an instant, I collapsed to the ground, dead in this real world. Sure enough, as my parents said, I died without any achievements. What is the purpose of the man in black? Why do you want to steal my heart? I never understood it until my death. Maybe this is the retribution of being a "NEET"? I don''t know, and I won''t know anymore. Chapter one [The first game: Lost Heart] Completed Second game:Death Magic The midnight streets were shrouded in a thin layer of mist, and a biting cold wind swept through as if it sought to devour Cheng Yu. The dim streetlights stretched his shadow long and thin, while he trudged forward under the crushing weight of a life on the brink of collapse. He had just been fired from his internship. The news hit him like a hammer, pounding mercilessly at his heart. "Why... why is it always like this..." Cheng Yu muttered through gritted teeth, his trembling hand clutching his backpack with a force that made his knuckles turn white. A third-year university student from a poor family, he had taken on internships early to ease the financial burden at home. Yet despite all his efforts, the companys decision had shattered his hopesa dismissal notice that left him utterly defeated. The shadows cast by the streetlights grew longer, thinner. But Cheng Yu failed to notice the faint silhouette silently creeping into the edge of his vision. What is the end of life? A deep voice echoed behind him, slipping directly into his ears like an icy blade. Cheng Yu froze mid-step, stiffly turning his head. A few paces away stood a man clad in black, motionless. His long robe billowed slightly, and his face was concealed beneath a cold, black mask. His hollow, jet-black eye sockets were as deep as an abyss. Who are you? Cheng Yu asked, his voice trembling as he took a cautious step back. His palms were slick with sweat, and his heartbeat pounded uncontrollably. And what of your future? The man in black ignored the question, raising a hand to point at Cheng Yu''s legs. If you lost them, could you still move forward? Before Cheng Yu could process the words, an excruciating pain exploded in his legs, as if they were being ripped apart. He wanted to scream, but the sound caught in his throat. Darkness consumed his vision, and he collapsed to the ground. The stench of rot and blood brought Cheng Yu back to his senses. He opened his eyes to see a dim ceiling and flickering lights above him. He tried to move, but his lower body felt completely numb. When he looked down, the sight nearly stopped his heartthe muscles of his legs had almost entirely vanished, leaving only bare bones and exposed, sinewy veins twisted together in a grotesque display. Youre awake? The familiar deep voice spoke again. Cheng Yu snapped his head up to see the man in black standing a few paces away, holding a piece of raw, bloody flesh in his hand. Behind him, a group of lifeless children coldly pieced together his stolen muscle into some grotesque, twisted shape. "You... what did you do?" Cheng Yu''s voice trembled, his eyes filled with terror and anger. "I''ll give you a choice." The man in black stepped closer, holding out a pitch-black mask. "Put it on, and you will be reborn. Refuse, and... you will become one of them." He gestured toward the numb children. Cheng Yus heartbeat thundered in his chest. He knew he had no choice. Shaking, he reached out and took the mask, slowly placing it over his face. Instantly, an irresistible force surged into his body, as if it were tearing him apart. Under the intense pain, he couldnt help but let out a heart-wrenching scream. As the pain gradually subsided, Cheng Yu looked down and found that his legs, now devoid of muscle, were surrounded by black mist, yet they somehow supported him, allowing him to stand once again. He waved his hand experimentally, and a blade of black light appeared out of thin air, effortlessly slicing through a nearby metal operating table. "What is this...?" Cheng Yu muttered to himself, his gaze complex, his voice filled with shock and mixed emotions. "Death magic," the man in black coldly replied. "It grants you power, but the price is that you will never be redeemed." From that day on, Cheng Yu became the "hunter" of the man in black. His task was to hunt the chosen souls, using the death magic to offer their bodies as sacrifices to the man in black. At first, he resisted. Each killing left him feeling as though his soul was being consumed. But whenever he tried to fight back, the man in black easily suppressed him. "You''re nothing but a tool of mine," the man in black reminded him coldly. "This power cannot be used against me. Don''t try to challenge the rules." Day after day, Cheng Yu noticed a gradual change within himself. Killing no longer caused him pain; instead, it brought a strange pleasure. The use of death magic became an addiction, and this power seemed to be slowly consuming his soul. One day, while Cheng Yu and the man in black were on a mission, he inadvertently witnessed the death ritual formation the man in black used. The complex and eerie array made Cheng Yu vaguely sense a flaw within it. The power of the formation relied on sacrifices, and the man in black himself was a part of it. Cheng Yu began to use each mission as an opportunity to secretly absorb the energy of the sacrificed souls, storing it within himself. His death magic became more refined, and the black mist around his legs gradually took shape, even emitting a faint golden hue. If I can destroy the formation... a dangerous thought began to form in Cheng Yu''s mind. He didn''t act rashly. He knew that if he wanted to defeat the man in black, he needed to break through in terms of strength, not just by acting on impulse. He began to quietly draw energy from the sacrificed souls with every mission, storing it inside his body. After each hunt, he felt his power growing. His legs were no longer mere black mist; they began to form into some kind of solid black armor. His death magic also became more powerful, even allowing him to create huge bursts of energy. The man in black seemed unaware of his changes, perhaps due to overconfidence, or maybe because Cheng Yu''s disguise was just that skillful.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. Finally, during a new hunting mission, Cheng Yu decided to set his plan into motion. As usual, the man in black activated the formation amidst the struggles and screams of the target soul. Cheng Yu stood to the side, pretending to follow orders casually while focusing all his attention on the structure of the formation. He had already identified the crucial nodethe core symbol constructed from the energy of the sacrificed souls. The formation flickered with unstable light, and the struggling souls emitted faint cries, as though resisting an unavoidable fate. Cheng Yu fixed his gaze on the core symbol, silently gathering his strength. At the moment when the man in black was engrossed in chanting the incantation, Cheng Yu suddenly turned, seizing the opportunity to strike. A never-before-seen black blade of light formed in his hand and he swung it forcefully towards the core of the formation! Boom The entire space was engulfed in blinding black light, and the ear-splitting vibration felt like thunder cracking. The souls in the formation screamed and soared toward the sky, their light and shadows intertwining like a doomsday storm, tearing apart the formation''s core. The man in black was sent flying several steps back, a low growl escaping beneath his mask. Cheng Yu coldly watched him, a faint smirk flickering in his eyes. "The rules are broken, and now it''s your turn." The man in black staggered backward, his face growing darker. His breath was chaotic, clearly affected by the intense backlash of the formation''s collapse. "So you''ve been hiding this all this time..." he growled coldly, his eyes brimming with uncontrollable rage. The man in black raised his hand, conjuring a pitch-black spear, and the air was thick with an oppressive pressure. "Do you think this is enough to defeat me?" His cold voice was filled with undeniable threat. "Your power is still not enough to truly kill me." Cheng Yu''s gaze did not waver. He lightly pressed his lips together and slowly stood up, his eyes revealing an unwavering coldness. "I don''t need to kill you, I just need to destroy the rules." As he spoke, he quickly gathered all his death magic, and the black blade of light in his hand once again gleamed, charging directly toward the spear the man in black had thrust toward him. Cheng Yu swiftly retreated, and the black blade collided violently with the spear, producing a sharp, ear-piercing clash. The two forces interwove and tore at each other in midair like colliding stars. The shockwave sent ripples through the space, warping the air around them. Cheng Yu could feel an overwhelming pressure as the man''s frantic energy rapidly spread. However, Cheng Yu did not choose to evade. He knew that this moment would determine his fate and the outcome of this battle. His black blade gleamed with a dark golden hue, gradually consuming the energy the man in black had unleashed. In this intense confrontation, Cheng Yu, relying on his increasingly refined death magic, began to suppress the man in blacks attacks. The man in black''s complexion grew paler, clearly taken aback by Cheng Yus ability to gain the upper hand in this struggle. "You really think you can turn the tables?" The man in black sneered, a wicked curve forming at the corner of his mouth. "This is just a small part of the game. You will never escape the chains of death." "The chains of death?" A cold gleam flickered in Cheng Yus eyes, his voice low and firm. "I am the new rule of this game." Cheng Yu struck fiercely, the black blade of light piercing like lightning into the source of the man in blacks spear, tearing apart the remnants of the formation. The man in black let out a scream of pain as the energy Cheng Yu had seized began to spiral out of control, causing the entire space to shake violently. The mans body started to lose control, and dark mist began to spread from his body, swirling like a decaying storm. However, the man in black did not fall. He snapped back to his senses, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and surprise. With a sudden jerk of his hand, his spear trembled and flared with radiant light. Cheng Yu was struck by an overwhelming wave of retaliatory force, sending him staggering backward, struggling to keep his balance. The man in black had regained partial control; though not as fluid and confident as before, he still wielded terrifying strength. You think this is enough to destroy everything? The man in black snorted coldly, and the intense energy fluctuations around him caused the space to distort, forming a massive black vortex. His voice was laced with threat. You are far from capable of deciding the laws of death. Cheng Yus body trembled violently, sweat beading on his forehead, but he did not retreat. He knew this was not the final battle, but a crucial moment in the contest of their powers. Though the man in black had not yet perished, Cheng Yus gaze grew even more resolute. No matter what, this struggle was far from over. The man in black suddenly sneered, his spear carving a blood-red arc through the air before unleashing a deafening sound, once again aimed directly at Cheng Yus heart. Cheng Yu barely managed to swing his black blade to intercept, and the two forces collided in a dazzling display of light. However, the clash sent violent tremors through the entire space. How long do you think you can hold out? The man in blacks cold voice echoed in Cheng Yus ears. The ender of the laws of death is never easily challenged. Cheng Yu clenched his teeth, the black and gold armor on his legs shining with an even more dazzling light. He quickly channeled the magic within him, focusing all his strength to retaliate against the man in black. Cheng Yu knew that to win this battle, he needed to employ a deeper strategy. As the man in black''s energy grew ever more powerful, Cheng Yu realized that he had to end this conflict quickly, or he would once again be consumed. Just as the man in black prepared to launch his final strike, Cheng Yu suddenly turned, unleashing a powerful blow with immense speed. The man in blacks eyes flashed, and he swung his spear to block Cheng Yu''s attack. But Cheng Yu had already anticipated this. At the moment the man in black swung his spear, Cheng Yu quickly summoned a lightning-fast wave of black energy, directing it toward a spatial rift behind the man. You... The man in black was caught off guard. The energy wave struck the edge of the rift, causing the space to collapse violently. The man in black was thrown back, his black mist swirling like water, yet it was unable to fully regain control. I don''t intend to end you, Cheng Yu said calmly, a faint indifference in his gaze. But today, your laws will no longer be as simple as they once were. 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