System Mania!

Chapter 11: The Voice

As the trio stood there, their resolve solidified by their shared understanding, an unsettling sensation crawled over Korig.

It was as if a shadow had descended upon his thoughts, a discordant note that resonated with an eerie, distorted voice echoing within his mind.

"You're weak," the voice whispered, each word dripping with venom.

"You're delusional to believe in the power of friendship. This world has no room for such naive notions."

Korig's heart raced as he tried to comprehend the intrusion into his thoughts.

The voice was unlike anything he had ever heard before.

It was cold, manipulative, and persuasive.

It was as though it could see through the layers of his mind, tapping into his uncertainties and desires.

"Strength is all that matters," the voice continued, its tone like a siren's call.

"You think protecting your friends will save you? Foolish. You must seek power, become the strongest."

"Protect those who can protect you in return."

Korig's brow furrowed, a mix of confusion and unease knotting his stomach.

The voice's words resonated with his own desires, yet they were laced with a sinister intent that sent shivers down his spine.

"Trust very few," the voice hissed, its presence growing more suffocating.

"You can't afford to be naive. This world is survival of the fittest, and only the strong prevail."

"Being selfish is not a sin here, it's a necessity."

The onslaught of conflicting thoughts left Korig disoriented, torn between the principles he held dear and the seductive allure of power.

It was as though the voice was trying to unravel his convictions, to sow seeds of doubt that threatened to choke out his resolve.

As he grappled with the internal turmoil, he cast a quick glance at Lily and David, both of whom were unaware of the battle raging within his mind.

The distorted voice spoke truths that resonated with the harsh reality of their situation, yet it also preached a callousness that went against his nature. The most uptodat𝓮 n𝒐vels are published on n0velbjn((.))com

Korig's grip tightened on the crowbar, his knuckles turning white as he sought to anchor himself amidst the onslaught of conflicting thoughts.

The voice's words echoed like a haunting refrain, each syllable a dissonant chord that threatened to unravel his determination.

As he battled with the voice in his mind, a hand gently patted Korig on the shoulder, jolting him from the suffocating grip of his internal struggle.

Startled, he turned to see Lily's concerned expression, her eyes reflecting genuine worry.

"Hey, you okay?" Lily asked softly, her voice a reassuring presence amidst the turmoil within him.

Korig managed a nod, forcing a quick smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

The voice inside his mind had receded, but its unsettling words lingered like an echo.

He felt caught between his convictions and the insidious allure of power, unable to completely dismiss what the voice had said.

Lily's concern was palpable, and for a fleeting moment, Korig considered confiding in her about the voice that had invaded his thoughts.

But he hesitated, unsure of how to explain the bizarre intrusion and its conflicting impact.

Turning his gaze away, Korig tried to shake off the residual unease that clung to him.

He focused on his surroundings, on the urgent challenges they faced, and on the companionship of Lily and David.

He was not going to let the voice's words taint the bond they had formed.

"Korig?" David's voice broke through his thoughts, and Korig looked up, momentarily caught off guard.

"Huh? Yeah... Yes," Korig replied, his response a bit distracted as he tried to push the intrusive thoughts to the back of his mind.

David's brow furrowed slightly, but he seemed to accept Korig's answer for now.

The trio's situation was too dire, too urgent, to dwell on personal matters at that moment.

As the seconds ticked away on the clock of the main objective, Korig made a conscious effort to silence the discordant voice that had tried to sway him.

He focused on the immediate challenges that lay ahead, the zombies, the Lich, the objectives.

He couldn't afford to be divided within himself.

Korig didn't know what was quite going on with him right now.

Heck, he didn't know what the heck was going on.

The world around him had suddenly crumbled, thrusting him into a conflict with himself and his desires, all thanks to a distorted voice that resonated with his aspirations and responsibilities.

As the trio regrouped, Korig felt a mixture of frustration and confusion gnaw at him.

The encounter with the voice had shaken his core beliefs, and he struggled to reconcile the newfound doubts within him.

But for now, his priority was clear: he wanted to get out of this place, and he wanted to do so with his friends by his side.

He needed to understand what had happened to the outside world, to find answers and hopefully a way to reverse the chaos that had consumed their reality.

Once again, Korig turned his attention to Lily and David, the unspoken bond between them serving as a reminder of their shared purpose.

Despite the inner turmoil he was wrestling with, he forced himself to focus on the present moment and the urgent challenges they faced.

With renewed spirit, Korig initiated another round of brainstorming with his friends.

As they huddled together in the dark corner of the parking lot, he began to voice his observations and theories, seeking to uncover a plan that would lead them to victory.

"You know," he began, his tone a mix of speculation and conviction, "I noticed something about the exit. The one the Lich seemingly left open."

"But it's not as simple as it seems."

He glanced at the exit, his eyes narrowing as he continued, "I think it's a trap. People who try to walk out through it are killed by some invisible lasers."

Lily and David exchanged glances, their expressions mirroring a mix of surprise and concern.

A sense of loss also gnawed. Daniel had lost his life the same way.

"It's like a video game," Korig mused, his words coming as he processed his thoughts out loud.

"If you try to exit without completing the main objective, it's game over. You're quitting the game, giving up on life."

He paused, letting the theory sink in, before pushing forward with a resolution that belied his internal struggle.

"But here's something I've noticed," Korig said, his voice gaining confidence.

"The Lich stands all alone at the very end of the parking lot. None of its zombie servants are protecting it."

"It's like it's underestimating us," He said.

"or it's like it's welcoming you," the voice spoke again within Korig, but he shook it away.

A spark of hope ignited within him as he shook away the dark voice and continued, "I think we can exploit that."

"If we can get to the Lich without alerting its minions, we might have a shot at taking it down."

"But we have to be smart about it, use the element of surprise."

Korig's gaze shifted between Lily and David, his eyes conveying a mixture of urgency and determination.

Despite the inner turmoil he had experienced, he was resolved to lead his friends toward a path of action, a path that would hopefully lead them to victory and answers beyond the sinister chaos that had engulfed their reality.

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Korig's heart pounded with a mix of ascertainment uncertainty.

The weight of the distorted voice's words still lingered, but he was committed to pushing forward, to finding a way out of this nightmare, and to protecting the bonds he had formed with his friends.

The seconds continued to tick away on the clock, each passing moment reminding them of the urgency of their situation.

The Lich still loomed in the distance, a chilling reminder of the formidable opponent they would have to face.

But Korig refused to back down, to let doubt or fear dictate their actions.

He exchanged a meaningful look with Lily and David, a silent affirmation of their shared resolve.

It was a proof to the strength of their friendship that they could stand together even in the face of the unknown and the unsettling intrusion of that voice.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Korig gestured for his friends to gather close, their heads bending together in a tight circle as they continued to strategize.

The plan they had devised would require precision, coordination, and a measure of daring.

It was a gamble, but it was the only shot they had.

As they discussed the details, Korig couldn't help but feel a surge of determination, a fire that burned within him despite the internal conflict he had experienced.

He was ready to face the challenges ahead, to embrace the power of their unity, and to prove that even in a world turned upside down, their friendship and resolve would shine through.

The trio's bond remained seemingly unbreakable, their shared purpose a guiding light amidst the darkness that threatened to consume them.

And as they prepared to face the Lich and the horde of zombies, Korig held onto the hope that they would emerge victorious, not just against the external threats, but against the doubts that had temporarily clouded his mind.

With the plan set and their determination solidified, the trio braced themselves for the final battle, for the opportunity to confront the Lich and, in doing so, to defy the sinister voice that had tried to undermine their unity and strength.

But Korig didn't know...

He didn't know what fate had in plan.

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