senuuu

Haku—and millions of others—are chosen for a Kill-or-Die Game they can’t escape.
The rules are brutal: The more viewers you gain, the stronger your abilities become.
A survival competition, livestreamed to all of humanity through a mysterious new global System.
Only one survivor wins. The prize? A single wish—no limits, no rules.
A Game no one expected. A Game the world can’t stop watching.

The rule is simple: Survive… or die trying.

Before it all begins…

Haku wakes up in a blinding white room.
He’s not alone.
Ninety-nine strangers stand around him—and none of them know what’s coming.

The World Watches Us Live in a Kill-or-Die Game We Can’t Escape

"Haku! New fish just came in—fast storage, let's go!"

The voice echoed through the freezing warehouse.

Haku didn't even flinch. He was already halfway to the crate, sleeves rolled, gloves on, breath fogging in the cold.

The job sucked. The cold sucked worse.

He was doing every shift he could. Warehouse. Late-night deliveries. Blood donations that skirted legal limits. Anything to bring in cash before he disappeared again.

His mom was pregnant. Bills were piling up. His little brother needed shoes.

If he was about to be dragged into a death game again, the least he could do was leave them something behind.

More crates hit the rollers. Haku moved like clockwork. Eyes dull. Jaw tight.

One more shift. One more paycheck.

Make it easier for them after he's gone.

The cold was in his bones, but his mind flashed back to something colder.

"Are you sure about this?"

The nurse looked nervous. Her gloves were already on, but she hesitated.

"You're not legally old enough to sell plasma this often. And this is… a lot."

He rolled up his sleeve. Held his arm out.

"Take more !!!!!!!."

She hesitated. "This much plasma can knock you out, you know."

"Yeah sounds like a free nap now take this blood"

"Come on. Turn me into a deflated Capri-Sun."

Haku's eyes met hers—dead calm, dark, way too still for a teenager.

She slammed a button under the desk.

A voice crackled over the intercom. "Again??"

He clocked out, joints stiff, and walked home under a sky that looked like it had given up.​

Home was warm. Smelled like rice and something sweet. The twins tackled him at the door.​

He ruffled their hair, forced a smile.​

Mom hugged him longer than usual. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to.​

Dinner was loud. The twins argued over a toy. Mom scolded them. Haku laughed. Pretended everything was normal.​

After, he sat with them, told a story about a hero who never gave up. The twins listened, eyes wide.​

"Will you come back?" they asked.​

Later, in his room, his phone buzzed. A message from Mey.​

"I hope you survive. Thank you for everything. I'm sorry I never said it before."​

He stared at the screen. Typed back:​

"I'm just glad I could help. No need to thank me. Just… don't die. If you see me, come to me. If I see you, I'll come to you. Okay?"​

She sent a cat gif with a thumbs up.​

He smiled. Liked the message. Put the phone down. Slept.​

Back in the freezer. Same boxes. Same cold.​

The air shimmered. A sound like glass breaking in reverse. Then—​

He stood in a room the size of a city. Millions of people. All silent.​

He was standing in a space that didn't look real.

Flat. Endless. White walls. White floor. White ceiling. No shadows. No warmth. No up or down. Just white, stretching in every direction like someone deleted the textures.

Then—sound. No, not sound—noise. Millions of voices. Groans. Screams. Confusion. It hit him all at once.

Endless rows of people. Packed shoulder to shoulder, like someone ctrl+c'd the human race and hit paste too many times.

Some stood in silence, some dropped to their knees, some looked like they were about to throw up.

And right in front of them all—taking up the entire far wall like some error message—glowed a massive, pixel-perfect system window.

Bright blue letters blinked at them with cheerful cruelty:

[ Welcome, Players ^^ ]

The Teleportation.