Isekai Of The Dead の小説・ストーリー

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

"I'm a vampire, Mo, and you are a living corpse. That's the only term I've ever known for. The man from the castle had long been a vampire before he saw me. I'm not sure why or how, but as a part of some sick game, he decided to clone himself. He looked exactly like me- but we were too different people, in plans and character". His name is Edmond! My shoulders slumped, could it really be? Could all of this just be a sick game of fate? My mind buzzed.

Occasionally, the SESOS will kill a criminal on the spot if they continue to run or if they attempt to resist arrest and they are usually quite brutal about it. The man attempts to run but he’s no match for the speed and prowess of the SESOS. They quickly run him down and beat the living shit out of him on the ground right next to us with batons. My stomach churns at the gruesome scene and cracking sounds of the batons meeting flesh. I look away from the sickening sight and look to Tessa for comfort. Her eyes are fixed on the gruesome sight, but she looks… unaffected. Almost BORED by the sight. As if this is just a normal part of her everyday life. I get that feeling again. The one from the