Dungeon Master Screen Reincarnated Novels & Stories

The creatures weren’t the only threat. The ground wasn’t the only danger. Players— players were part of this too. And some of them— weren’t trying to survive. They were choosing who didn’t. A low hum filled the air suddenly. Sharp. Cutting through everything. Everyone froze. The ground stopped moving. The cracks slowed. Then— a screen flickered into existence above them. Cold. White. Unforgiving. Text appeared. PLAYERS REMAINING: 37 A heavy silence dropped. Someone whispered—

We stood in a rough diamond, anchored around the directives we’d just stolen from a god. No one said anything. We didn’t have to. The code‑storm rose around us, howling. A mission card flickered into existence in midair—flat, garish UI overlaid on raw script, like the system couldn’t help but couch even this in familiar terms. > [FINAL ROUND UNLOCKED: REWRITE OR DIE] > [PLAYERS: WILLA ROANE, CORVIN THORNE, SELECTED ALLIES] > [PRIZE: SYSTEM REBIRTH OR TOTAL ERASURE]

The next came with a laughing emoji. “You got that right. I can't wait to see his crown jew, I bet it's massive." I rolled my eyes, mentally cursing myself for having eyes. In a twinkle of an eye, a massive screen appeared in the middle of the room, followed by an electronic voice. “Player 1 has chosen a weapon," It announced and there came text flooding the large screen:- Name: Earthshaker ‎Appearance: A massive, rusted hammer with a glowing magma core. ‎Stats: High damage, low speed.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

The scene inside the hall was far more overwhelming than Aria had imagined. The entire Reincarnation Hall had no beams or pillars to support it. Its dome soared dozens of feet high. It resembled an inverted starry sky, with countless threads of golden light spilling downward, shimmering like stars. A massive platform carved from centuries-old marble stood in the middle of the hall. Its smooth and milky-white surface was etched with endless tracks of reincarnation. Each line represented the past and present lives of a mortal. Every detail was perfectly outlined—from birth to death, from good to evil. This was the Reincarnation Record.

- Damon Gilbert Brown, Owner of D&D’s, House address - 13 Brown Estate, Office address - 675 Bayview lane- The message read, I just stared at the information I had in my hands, my lips stretched into a small smile, I phone beeped again and it was another message from him, -Loose my number, our business is done- I swiped away from his message and clicked on my contact, I dailed the number I wanted to call and slowly raised my phone to my ear, “Collin, I need your help,” 5:00pm … Collin parked few meters away from D&D’s, he was seated in the driver’s seat and I was seated just beside him, “Who are we waiting for?!” He asked in a whisper slowly turning to look at me, I gently took my eyes off t

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.

He told The Moon Goddess. “Good. This is your last chance. If you fail to find love then the next time you’re reincarcerated,” The Moon Goddess began flying into the sky. “You’ll have no memory of each other or your past lifes. You’ll be separated. Use this life well.” She then became the moon once more, watching us. We woke up from our drug induced vision, we were probably out for several hours. It was morning. Adele looked at us curiously. “I was afraid the two of you would be lost.” She said. I wasn’t paying much attention, my head was splitting. Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking.

Tamara walked in and kicked off her heels. She heard the click of the door as Tamara shut it. “Nice place,” Tammy couldn’t figure out if Francesa meant it or not. It didn’t grate on her though, she walked unbothered straight to the guest room where she and Marco had spent many sleepless nights, scheming and planning. “This is It,” Tamara sighed as she waved her hand around the room. She watched Francesca take in the revenge board with sticky notes and pictures and pins and colored threads, drawing the plan together.

I knew that the boss was going to be the King Centaur, which is why the area is enclosed the way it was. It was just like a fence that would keep horses in, except it was much taller, and we couldn’t see over it. Even if I flew up to peak over the fence, I wouldn’t be able to see anything. This game was designed to not allow players a chance to see inside a dungeon and get an unfair advantage. “Sounds good to me.” Luka shrugged.