Novel & Cerita A Guy Who Reincarnated As A Fantasy Knockout

Then “No, I've finally gone insane.” Her gaze dropped to her hands. Thinner. Different. Not hers. [Previous identity: Kaira McCauley confirmed deceased.] [Current identity: Alina Crosswell.] Her heartbeat slammed against her chest. “…You’re telling me” she paused trying to grasp something “this must be a prank” [Soul transfer successful.] The system cuts in. The room felt colder. “I took over her body?” [Condition met: Simultaneous fatal incidents.]

The combination of [Sword Mastery] and [Stab] was great. The additional damage of [Sword Mastery] and [Stab] was Enough to pierce iron not to say skeletal bones. “Am I really in another life or not?” he sighed. He doesn't have any information, all he has is [Soul Blood Throat]. This was evidence that he was inside another world. What if he dies? The reincarnators didn't die, did they? They just repeat. He doesn't have the guts to try this. He still doesn't want to die and he has many things he wants to do. He was not afraid of death, what he was most afraid of was the unknown. Nobody knows what will happen if someone dies.

And just as I was about to close my eyes and let sleep take over me I heard persistent knocking. Darn it, I yelled angrily. This is a god-damned long day, I thought angrily. I stood up from the bed with speed, grabbed my Axe and opened the door to find no one. I got out of the house still in my boxer and just then I heard a thing dashed past me with the speed of lighting in my back and I attacked the air turning back. Just then the being appeared in my back. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am the reincarnation of Dynamic Baby".

Our forehead pressed together as a lone tear slipped from his eye. "Alas..... That didn't happen... But I swear I'm never letting those repeat again... I will never let you go... I wanted to tell you that I know... That you're not the only one but I couldn't... Because there were gaps between both our version... I was waiting till I know it all... That's it princess... I didn't want to break your trust... " I kept quiet for a moment... I need some time to process it all... But one thing didn't set right with me... Why was he reborn? On my birthday, just like me... I died.... Not him, right...?

I hazily remember the first time I woke up and saw that reflection, after months of ‘treatments’: straight up torture in those cold, abandoned cells… “It’s starting to come back to you, is it?” I jerk back to face him. “I rather thought that would happen, now that Ashmedai and all his incubi have been banished back to hell. All those memories they muddled should keep returning to you gradually.” He searches my eyes. “As for the physical alterations… I suspect that will be permanent. So,” He claps his hands down on his lap. “My immortal and supernaturally strengthened clone, a few important addenda I am going to need to verify: you know fully well that you are not a reincarnated saint, correc

It was Damian Blackwood, the heir to the most powerful family in Kingsford. A ruthless man who despised anyone bold enough to manipulate financial records under his nose. In my previous life, Jason had only managed to get an introduction to Damian through the connections my father built over the years. Later, desperate to cover the missing money, Jason cut corners throughout the project, triggering a catastrophic construction accident. Damian was furious. With a single move, he crushed Jason completely. Unfortunately, by then I had already died in that psychiatric hospital. I never got to see him reap what he'd sown.

"Hallucinations are a side effect. It wasn't real." "I know," I said. "But it felt real. And he was right. I did win. I beat him. I beat Shaw. I beat Jessica. I beat everyone who tried to destroy me. And I'll beat this too." I squeezed Marcus's hand. "I was talking in my sleep, wasn't I?" He nodded. Tears streaming down his face. "You told someone named Brock that he was already dead and couldn't hurt you. Then you smiled. Right before you woke up, you smiled."

The perfect script he thought he had secured with his second chance at life collapsed completely in that moment. He stared at me, his eyes burning with disbelief and resentment. The so-called main character halo he thought belonged to him looked painfully fragile in the face of real ability and real achievements. The floating comments froze for a moment. Then, they exploded. [What the hell just happened?] [First place in a national coding championship? And he gets to pick any top university he wants?] [Wait… Brian? The fake heir? The one who was supposed to go to some no-name college?] [My brain can't process this twist…]

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.