A Guy Who Reincarnated As A Fantasy Knockout Romane & Geschichten

I scrunched my face, trying to hold back my tears as I reminisced of all the things that I have done, as Sakamaki Yuu and as Lancelot Ral Constance. Just right after I reincarnated, I have been running around settling problems that the former Lancelot started. I did say that I want to live my life as I wanted, but seeing the servants and the people, in addition to my fussy attitude, I couldn’t just left them continue living like that.

Someone must have heard my struggle and come to save me. I got the bag off my head and finally breathed. My hands went to my neck, and I sucked air into my lungs, gasping because I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. I could hear the sound of fists smashing against bone, could hear the moment Lance’s body became lifeless. But the hits continued. I picked myself up off the ground and gasped when I saw who’d saved me. Hades was still punching him, his knuckles bloody. He held on to the front of his shirt and smashed his face in. It was so bloody, his features were no longer distinguishable. Minutes ago, he was a handsome man. Now he was just a bloody corpse.

I heaved, but nothing came up my throat. That was when I got a glimpse at the woman in the mirror. I took a step back. That wasn't me. My red hair and subtle features. Gone. I was looking at a woman with bolder curves. Green eyes. More feminine. A brunette. I blinked hard, waiting for the reflection to disappear. It was still there. I was staring at… me. I couldn't have reincarnated somehow. Those things didn't exist.

My gaze landed on the couch and I saw Isolde lying there unconscious but alive. What is going on? Didn't she die seven years ago? Didn't I just die? My hands began to shake as I grabbed a shattered phone beside me and through the screen I saw the year as 2025 This was seven years ago, the night it all began. I had been reborn! I tried to stand but my leg was crushed under a heavy boulder and I couldn't move. A loud crash echoed as the door was kicked open and Cassian rushed in looking younger.

Feel free to 'bully' me all you want! [Mr. Shannon, don't wake up from your lovestruck daze just yet. Consider me first.] As the wave of comments rolled in, my X began to skyrocket in followers, quickly reaching 500,000. With Shannon Corp.'s reputation recovering, I shut off the live stream. Then, I stood up and looked at Evonne. "Your Ange is so pure, huh? Well, let me give you a special gift then." I sent her a document. After going through it, Evonne's face instantly turned pale. She then spun around and slapped Angelo across the face. "You're disgusting, Angelo Zambrano!"

That uncomfortable feeling of last night just wouldn't go away. She had not been able to sleep that night, her body flailing in her bed while a decision brewed inside her head. This she knew was going to take a lot more determination on her part as she set off toward the training grounds where he mostly trained alone in the mornings. The air was cool; fresh pine filled her nostrils, but her mind dwelled on nothing except the upcoming fight. He kicked and punched as she entered the clearing, each movement sharp and precise with focus. Sophia took a deep breath and then stepped into his line of vision.

His hands roam my body, caressing every inch. “And if he’s dead?” “Then he’ll get a proper funeral.” “Jesus. You people are insane.” “It’s an underground fighting ring. What did you think was going to happen? They signed up for this.” “I just came while someone was possibly dying, Knox.” “Is your problem that he might be dead?” he says, turning me to face him, “or that you enjoyed it?” I cover my face with both hands. “I’m a freak.” “There’s no denying that. But you're my freak. A freak who just won over two hundred grand.”

I slipped into my room and closed the door, leaving him standing in the hallway. Once alone, I leaned against the door, my mind racing. The evening had been a complete success, but questions still burned in my mind. Who had knocked me unconscious at the border? How had this entire wedding been arranged without my knowledge or consent? And why did I have this growing feeling that someone was pulling strings behind the scenes? The magic had given me a new life, a new identity, a new chance at revenge. But something about all of this felt orchestrated, planned, manipulated. Someone wanted me here, married to Damien, positioned exactly where I was.

If you are looking for a way to get my attention, then this won't work'. Tears trickled down my cheeks, my grip tightened around the phone, and my jaw clenched tightly. I didn't know what was going on right now, and why I was seeing this day again after almost two years instead of being dead after the fire outbreak, but I guess it was for a reason. As much as I wanted to conclude that I was given another chance and had been reborn, I didn't want to give myself so much hope. Besides, that was never possible.

A head in his grasp, sarraphina's head. "I see you did a good job." lucifer commended, looking at the dead bodies around, a smile plastered across his face, but soon the smile faded. "Did one escape?" "Yes. Lightning suddenly struck while I wanted to finish off the last one, the one with a druid ring." kala shrugged. "U mean the reincarnate of sango? Why didn't you end him. He is the most problematic!" "Nah. He didn't display any of sango's power. He was Just throwing some rocks and water against me!" kala joked. "Pathetic fighter!"