A Guy Who Reincarnated As A Fantasy Knockout นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He opens his eyes into the game where he is a piece to His chessboard and company as turning back does not exist anymore, now that he accepted and throws everything into the game of life and death. “To protect and be the holder they expect me to be and where I needed to be. This path is the only way to fulfill that promise, right?” Somewhat brainwash, yet is still holding that desire as the only driving force of his life right now. To the seems like an endless dark tunnel that he walks with. He finally comes out as he finds himself into the room and the world of his plan. “Death Reincarnate.” He whispers, naming the world and the book where the lies, darkness, and the prison cell of the prom

His eyes, shaded beneath the brim of a snapback worn backwards with tactical precision, scanned the playground like a battlefield commander preparing for market war. In his previous life, Takuto had been a thirty-year-old CEO—sharp, feared, and unforgiving. Then a freak accident involving a vending machine, an umbrella, and one poorly-timed lightning strike had thrown him into a reincarnation scenario straight out of a niche light novel. Now, trapped in the squishy body of a kindergartener, he had only one choice: rebuild his empire from the sandbox up. They called it recess. He called it open market hours.

"The curse won't let me. Not anymore... I might fall into a coma again, but I won't die." "Or maybe it will kill you so that you can be reincarnated so that it can start all over again." Gáta retorted. "Look., As I said, I don't need to talk in riddles with you. I haven't been able to identify whether you’ve been reincarnated several times or whether you are a supernatural creature."

My breath hitched, my chest tightening as if my heart might break through it. There was no time to think. I grabbed Andrew's phone, woke the screen, and turned it toward them. "Of course, he has a family. Look." A small, bright photo filled the display, a family of three smiling at the camera. Andrew looked younger, enough to place it years back. The child stood out immediately, with his pale skin and white hair. In my last life, I learned later that Andrew's son had a rare genetic condition. He couldn't afford treatment, and the boy died at six.

His twisted face overlapped with the memory of him staring coldly at me as I lay paralyzed in my previous life. I suddenly stopped struggling. Gathering all my strength, I raised my free hand and delivered a sharp, resounding slap across Zachary's face. He froze, and his grip on my wrist loosened unconsciously. The air seemed to freeze. I shook his hand off and spoke to him clearly, word by word. "Zachary, this slap is meant to wake you up. Look at yourself. You look like a madman! The Zachary I once loved died a long time ago—the moment you humiliated me for Vivian.

"I couldn't figure it out at first. I made my moves early this time and even planned everything ahead. Why didn't Simon give up on you? Later, when I was starving in the wilderness, I finally understood that you were also reborn. "Hahaha! Did you really think switching mates early would change your fate? I'll make sure you die after being stripped of all dignity, just like you did in the past life." She gestured for the rogues to step forward. I struggled violently. The chains cut into my flesh, and pain surged through me. Was I really going to die again? Even after being reborn? At that moment, a scar-faced rogue licked his lips. He stared at me with a disgusting grin.

And Asher Lancaster was the son I carried for ten months, the child I nearly bled to death giving birth to. But none of them wanted me. A wave of despair rose from the soles of my feet, flooding my entire body. I could already see my fate unfolding. At that moment, a cold and familiar robotic voice rang out. [Host, mission failed. You're set for elimination.] In my original world, I had a blissful life, but after an unexpected car accident, I became comatose. Then the system found me. It promised me that if I could win over any one of the male leads before turning thirty, I would be rewarded with a million dollars and a healthy body.

“Take him to the pit. I want him to understand what failure feels like.” “Sir, please—” “Enough.” Ezekiel’s voice boomed, silencing the man’s protests. “You had one job. Now, you’ll pay for your incompetence.” As the guard was dragged away, Ezekiel’s heart felt no satisfaction. His thirst for vengeance was unquenchable, not because of the guard’s failure, but because no punishment could undo what had happened. Later that evening, Ezekiel retreated to his private quarters. He removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the scars on his forearms from battles long past. Picking up a blade from the table, he ran his fingers along its edge, the cold metal biting into his skin.

It was already dawn. ‘Does that mean that they had sentenced me to die at dawn? Or maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding somewhere?’ “Move faster!” He commanded and this time handed over the whip to the man by his left and to my greatest surprise, it was none other than Jonah. “My first lady, we meet again,” He said, as he chuckled slowly before giving me a lustful wink. I saw how annoying the young man was so I decided to ignore. He kept on with the pressure. “You should have let me penetrate your vagina, maybe you’d be free by now,”

I cried as blood gushed out from my mouth in return with the spear being dragged out from me too. I held onto the reincarnation coin, hoping that its magic would help me this time. "No!" I heard Aiden's voice screaming. Before hearing a fight happening around me. I turned to see the royal rogues fall dead as my sight began to darken, with my body being raised from the ground, nothing hurts more than knowing that I couldn't even give my child a taste of this world. "May the power of the reincarnation coin, grant you a second life." I heard Aiden's voice say to me.