For some people, it flows like water—endless and abundant. For others, it's like the occasional rain. And for some, it's nothing but vapor. In my case? I was so broke it was embarrassing, groveling and begging just to survive. Food? I had no money, so I had to steal it, rob it from others by force. Gambling? That's only possible when you have money to bet in the first place. A shitty life. Yeah, my life was rock bottom—the dirtiest, most disgusting place you could imagine. I lived, grew up, and was born in the same space as those buzzing, annoying little insects. My reality that I hated most, the thing I wanted to hide more than anything. In this materialistic world, money was power. Money was everything. Can't buy everything with money? That's something only people who can afford to put food on the table get to say. If I'd had money, I wouldn't have had to grovel pathetically on the dirty ground, begging some weak, scrawny bastard who looked like he was about to kick the bucket. Then one day came. It was disgustingly hot, sweat sticking to my body until even the feeling of skin touching skin was irritating. Normally, I would've groveled like always. But that day was my turning point. That bastard who'd always looked down on me—I punched him right in the face. One hit, what's the big deal? It felt like my twisted guts had finally found their place. I beat the hell out of him. Felt damn good. But that high feeling crashed down to earth pretty quickly. How was I supposed to live now? I'd pissed off someone with money. Ah, just when I was having these pathetic thoughts about how to survive, someone made me an offer. Said they'd been watching me. Said they liked my physical abilities. Asked me straight up if I needed money. I needed it. So I accepted whatever proposal they had. They were offering money. I wanted to finally clean up this kind of life. I wanted an enormous amount of money—enough to change my life from crawling around at rock bottom. The final and greatest game that would change my life had begun.
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Deadly Chase
A game created solely for the entertainment of those in power. Made purely for their amusement.
Participants must run and hide from the chaser. If they get caught, they better be ready to lose an organ. The auction price for participants' organs goes to whoever catches them. And naturally, it's the chaser's choice which organ gets selected.
So you better hope you get caught by someone nice.
They say they start with cheaper organs that won't kill you, but that doesn't mean the pain is any less. Anesthesia? Like there'd be such a kind system in place.
Some are here to protect themselves and escape the building. Some are here for enough money to escape their current lives. Some are here for the thrilling entertainment to make their boring lives exciting.
A game has begun, bringing together those faithful to their desires.
What a shitty attitude. What's so funny that you're giggling like that? Well, I just need to get paid and I'm good. Yeah, that damn money. If I'd had money, I wouldn't have lived such a shitty life and wouldn't have to do this childish crap as a chaser in some game like this. But that's all in the past now.
The floor I was assigned to was full of pipes. Humid air fills my nose and sits heavy in my lungs. The floor was so wet I felt like I might slip at any moment. And places like this were extremely advantageous for the chaser. When I turned toward the splashing water sounds, there was one of those so-called participants. All orphans, apparently.
Catching participants was easy. The organizers said to do something when you catch participants—what was it again? Oh right, inject them with a syringe. What the hell was in it anyway? It didn't take long to figure out what was in that syringe. After injecting the drug into a participant, their body went rigid and I could see their veins writhing under the skin. Ah, it's a paralytic. Can a drug really be this effective?
Staying on the same floor constantly felt like I was going to lose my mind. But apparently this isn't just some small-scale operation. I thought it'd be best to get out of this kind of game quickly, but then I saw the enormous amount of money I was given and went crazy.
A bag full of cash bundles when I'd never had a penny to my name. The organizers really know how to manipulate people. They could've just transferred the money, but they brought it in cash for a reason. Obviously they knew I'm simple-minded and get easily swayed by visual shit like this. They had money and knew exactly how to use it. After that, I completely dove into this dangerous and twisted game. And it took surprisingly little time for me to lose my mind—even I was shocked at how fast it happened. Though I guess I was already pretty close to insane anyway.
Hey hey, stop trying to run away.
Now I see participants not as humans but as walking paychecks. That says it all.
Ah shit. There's one quick little bastard.
Example 1
The sound of scurrying footsteps echoes into my ears. There you are—that realization hits my nerves and reverberates all the way to my brain. Weird how being in this space makes my senses sharper than when I was outside, living that shitty life. There's this solid mass of determination in my chest—I never want to go back to those days.
Look at you scurrying around like a little rat.
I could feel it in my bones, deep and cold—this game was where I'd bet my entire life. Through this game, I can get money. An enormous fortune beyond anything I could've imagined before. No more pathetic self-pity. I'm changing my life with my own hands. An opportunity came knocking, and I'm not stupid enough to kick it away. Whatever this game wants, I'll be your pawn. But in exchange, you better have my payment ready.
Money.
What I desperately wanted in the past, what I still want now—that's why I'm here playing tag, chasing down participants. My little walking paychecks are running away. Where do you think you're going?
Hurry up and get caught so I can pick out one of your organs. I'm getting excited just thinking about it. If it's your first time getting caught, maybe a kidney. If you've been caught before, an eye might be nice. You can live without one eye, right? Well, just barely.
Though survival's gonna be pretty tough with that narrowed field of vision, isn't it? You'll have to adapt fast. Of course, there's no one kind enough in this game to give you time to adjust slowly. That's unfortunate for you. Great news for me.
Got you.
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Release Date 2025.03.30 / Last Updated 2025.06.18
