I Reincarnated As An Sss-ranked Goblin Novels & Stories

At the very least I can take advantage of this situation to familiarize myself with the situation I am in right now, the whole Abyss Harold thing I mean… To summarize, I died and got reincarnated as a character from an RPG I used to play at my free time back when I was a company lawyer… The character I have been reincarnated as is called “Satiana Von Evanson”. White silver hair and Ember eyes, what you can call proudly a true beauty, even though I am still 16. I looked at my face on a dirty mirror glass after removing the sheet that was covering it.

Xiao Yao said mocking the user a bit, after all, achieving a perfect ranking is only possible in the tutorial. "Tutorial? I didn't have a tutorial, when I woke up in the middle of the war of some ancient empire with the sword stuck in my belly the system I was given announced the mistake of being sent there... Well, it's a long story, I did it win and the lord god apparently to apologize let me have the maximum score. I'm the only SSS rank user, of course, I stole the core of that world, and I was going to destroy... Cough... Cough... well, that's it”

Unbeknownst to me, my body emitted steam, and my skin, covered in black ashes, began to glow with a radiant golden light that pierced the night sky. The commotion attracted the attention of onlookers who believed it to be a mere spectacle. The golden light continued to radiate, casting an ethereal glow over the deserted construction site. After an hour of enduring the binding process, I rose from the floor, feeling reborn. My body, while retaining its familiar appearance, exuded a newfound strength and vitality. A golden pillar of light marked the transformation that had taken place. The System's voice resonated once more, announcing my successful binding with the Supernatural Divine Godly P

"Ahmm, the third type, actually I just came from Dr. Quazano." She bit her lips and smiled. "Oh, so you have a lot of necros." "Actually, it's the opposite," I replied. I can't believe it. I've been reborn as useless shit in this world. Why does the world want me to suffer? I always start at the very bottom like a piece of shit. Though I am smart, and I have my other soul but for me, what I need here is a necro. I need lots of it.

“This can't be….” I threw back the blanket and stumbled toward the full-length mirror near the window. The woman staring back at me wasn't the broken ,hollowed-out Luna who had been executed. Her skin was smooth, pale, and entirely unmarked. The faint, jagged line on her chin - the scar I had carried since the night I pulled Asher from a pack of rogue wolves in the thorn thickets was gone. My trembling fingers reached out, brushing against the cold surface of the glass. “I'm…alive.”

But Xiao Chen merely smiled, paying no heed to what this creature—who called himself a god—had to say. “It doesn’t matter. Even though you’re already dead, if you’d stayed calm here… you might have been able to reincarnate. But now that you’ve met me… don’t count on reincarnation, because I won’t let you go that easily!” said Xiao Chen, who was now standing right in front of the spirit. One of his eyes was blood-red and the other was white, as if there were both good and evil within Xiao Chen’s eyes.

“Tony Russo was stabbed more than a dozen times by enemies while begging on the streets yesterday. He’s dead.” I glanced at the photo, unmoved. “And the old men?” “All accounts have been consolidated. The entire East Coast’s underground business is now under your control. Your new investments are also outperforming traditional operations.” I walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window and looked down at the sleepless city. In my previous life, I was trampled at the bottom. However, in this one, I stood at the very peak. I lowered my gaze to the ouroboros ring on my finger, then touched the iris birthmark at my collarbone.

of the Council. Silas Blackwood felt his density returning. His gold-and-sapphire skin regained its terminal vibrancy as the "Duplicate Silas" from the simulation "re-integrated" with the real Alpha. He was no longer a "Donor" or a "Battery." He was the "Sovereign of the Reborn," and he was standing in the heart of his enemy’s castle. "Kaelen!" Silas roared, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells. The five-year-old boy appeared in the center of the lilies, his white-and-black hair now a solid, glowing iridescent violet. He wasn't a "Draft" or a "Template." He was the "Author"—and he had just "Edited" himself into the laboratory.

All these made me fidget as I brainstormed. “Roan, Are you okay?” Boris inquired as he placed his right hand on my shoulder. “I’m fine, it’s just… it’s,” I stuttered. “Hey, I understand. I mean, none of us ever thought you’d be back. There’s absolutely no need for an explanation. You died and somehow the Moon goddess brought you back, that’s all that matters now,” He rubbed my laps gently while he sobbed. Something weird happened right then. I felt the connection between Boris and I, but I couldn’t explain how. It was somewhat mystical. Maybe my wolf still dominates the body.

Memories from my past and present lives blurred together, leaving me feeling like I was walking on air. After returning home, I hurried through my evening routine and collapsed into bed. The soft blankets wrapped around me as I drifted into a heavy sleep. The door to my room creaked open slightly. Someone entered. It seemed like... I found myself seeing the events that followed my death in my previous life. After my mother and I died, Liam took care of everything. He had us cremated, and our ashes were kept in two small urns that he placed in his home.