Dungeon Master Screen Reincarnated Novels & Stories

Lady Erica interrupted sharply "Daphne must wake up! Do you hear me? She must wake up!" Carmen groaned softly, her mind caught between the loudness of their argument and the dull ache pressing against her skull. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to open them, but the world was a blur-muted colors and shapeless figures, like a watercolor painting smudged with tears. Slowly, she forced her eyes to open again, the blurry shapes sharpening into clearer forms. "She's waking up!" one voice exclaimed, trembling with relief. "Lady Daphne!" the doctor called out, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and urgency. "Step back, everyone! Give her space!"

The screen refreshed on its own and a timer appeared 00:59:12

The second key. The screen flickers one last time - ARGUS: 78% ACTIVE. SHUTDOWN IMMINENT.

I didn't fucking exist and as I turned back to face my bed and stared at all the people I'd had murdered lying on it and gloating in my face, I couldn't help but want to tear out my only good eyes. You don't fucking exist they chanted and the louder they got, the more I screamed... But no one came... no one came for me. "Please, Scarlet... Eve... " I got out scratching at my charred flesh as the heat suffocated me. "You need to see me... You have to... I fucking exist" I screamed then screamed some more until I passed out.

The blood-soaked stones are cooling. The scent of my own blood is overwhelming. It’s starting to oxidize and stink. I am suffocating in the smell. The dungeon master returns again. I don’t have enough sense to even be afraid. I just glance at him through a haze of blurry red. This time, he holds a black colored box, and he grins at me, “Well, well, I hope you’re ready to answer some questions, little stealer.”

As the car crept closer to the Velvet Vagabonds, her heart clenched tighter and tighter. "If you make it back alive, I will tell you." The young man's words echoing in her mind. Her fists tightened, her resolve strengthening. 'I have to survive and return, no matter what.' From the outside, the Velvet Vagabonds resembled a beautiful castle. Its interior was lavishly decorated, making it the perfect playground for the wealthy and privileged. As Hayes entered the Velvet Vagabonds, Mia caught sight of a metal cage containing a vicious dog and a young man. The young man was engaged in a fierce battle with the dog. It was said that if one could defeat the beast, the person could escape Velvet Vag

"Oh come on, I know that's not what you meant. Besides, it was my mistake in the beginning after getting dragged here by the princess so that he could actually have his chance to confe--" I was taken aback as I realized what I was rambling on about. Taking a slight glance at Sean's expression, I was shocked to see his calm and expressionless face while he stared at me talking. Realized I was being too informal in my way of speaking that it is punishable by the death sentence in this timeline. Come to think of it, ever since meeting this warlock, my unexpected life as a side character began to turn around in another situation after the other. I should be only an inspector among the readers.

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.

Full of jungle landscapes and great battles with demons were just as common as scenes showing them living alongside the monks peacefully. Only one piece of furniture stood in the room. A single, long stone table that reminded me of the Avery's Family Altar. He'd helped her and the other men in the Manser line move the giant relic last summer after Nathan had shown his true colors. And the table before him could have been the exact same one. "Come," Amna insisted, walking over the mosaic floor comprised of small stones and crystals set in concentric circles that wound tighter and tighter to disappeared under the table.