Isekai Of The Dead の小説・ストーリー

Isaacs POV// I wake up in the middle of the night because of a loud scream. Felix and I exchange looks before we get out of the tent ready to fight and as we walk out of the tent, followed by Isabella I see everyone else is also out in the open space. " What is going on?" I ask Misha. " No clue" he says just as a Berserker apearce with a screaming and crying girl. This Berserker looks different, he has more natural future, like he had a human body at some point and it knocks me out when he speaks.

His appearance is quite strange as his body is full of scars. "Whi whi whi, I didn't expect this. Glutton didn't expect this heaven!!!" it shouted with delight and looked at Rayven's direction. I immediately hide and leaned on the wall. My hands are trembling from fear and I'm still covering my mouth to avoid myself from shouting or making any noise. I don't know how would I process this thoughts. What are they? Is Osamu dead? But why? And is he really Mr. Rayven? Who is that?

“I am a pawn in a game between Selene and Poseidon. Daria is Poseidon's pawn. We get three lives, technically four, we get to die three times. We don’t know we are playing until we die the first time. I died on my 18th birthday, while having sex with my mate. Instead of marking me, he stabbed me in the neck with wolfsbane and sliver. He then threw me in an open grave and marked my stepsister not 5 ft from where my body lay. Daria killed my father and dragged him to the same hole. Then, she and Joey tested the theory of rather or not chosen mates could feel betrayal. I was watching from up there. I actually threw up on Selene’s shoes. So, I get three chances to win. Daria lost a life because

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

I waved my hand, signaling the manager to leave us alone. As the men entered, they locked eyes with Betsy and me and smiled faintly. I felt a chill run down my spine. Something was not right. My heart skipped a beat. “Mom, what do you think?” “They’re handsome, but... I don’t know, something about their faces seems familiar.” One of the men took a step forward and wrapped his arms around me. The familiar scent of cedarwood filled the air, making my heart skip a beat. “Are you satisfied yet?”

Where did the gun come from? Dad rubbed his nose and explained, "I accepted another mission to kill zombies right before I came to deal with them." Everything made sense now. The world began to collapse once the four female leads were dead. Dad and I returned to our original world. He decided to take me to see Grandma. We had just stepped out of the house when we ran into the system, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The system stuck to us like glue, explaining that the main system fired her after the world collapsed following Gloria's, Tessa's, Joanne's, and Barbara's deaths. She had nowhere else to go, so she begged us to take her in.

They love me as if I’m their own. When I was younger, Ishir used to find me when I’d go hide and cry alone. He would walk up to me in his tiger form, wrap himself around me, and begin purring until I calmed down and fell asleep. Zephyr is much the same. She’s one of the most kind and gentle women I’ve ever met. I know she suffered, we all know what happened to her when Cal was in the laboratory, and then when she realized that Iniko was alive. When you live like we do, you don’t have any secrets. Well, unless you’re Iniko. He seems to be the only one who doesn’t know what his life was like before he was reborn.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

Daphne was locked in the cell next door, curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably. I stood in front of Stellan and looked down at him. "Elara." His voice was scraped raw. "What do you want from me?" "Nothing much." My tone was light. "I just want you to get a taste of what Ansel and I went through in our previous life." Stellan blinked, thrown. "Previous life? What are you talking about?" I did not answer. I simply turned to the people beside me and gave my instructions. "Take him down. Sever the tendons in his hands and his feet."