It's That Reincarnated As A Virus Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nolan took the napkins and wiped the blood off his palm, then asked, “How was I infected?” “Probably when you were hit.” “You mean that the bullet carried the virus?” Nolan’s eyes dimmed. Erwin nodded. “The sleeper virus still exists, and people are studying it. Now that it’s used on you, I’m afraid that not long after this, what happened 30 years ago will repeat.” Seeing that Nolan was silent, Erwin continued. “The virus you have is a newly mutated version, so there’s no incubation period, which means you are already showing symptoms.”

They were the same ones from my past life. They were the ones who kidnapped and drowned me in the lake. Seeing I was awake, Leah stepped forward with a sneer. She twirled a wolfsbane-coated silver dagger in her hand. "Lana, I bet you didn't expect this, did you? I was reborn with memories of the past life too." She clenched her jaw. "I couldn't figure it out at first. I made my moves early this time and even planned everything ahead. Why didn't Simon give up on you? Later, when I was starving in the wilderness, I finally understood that you were also reborn.

"What virus?" "My mother... she didn't just faked her death," Bianca said, her words coming in short, sharp fragments. "She... she wrote a kill-code into the Vane DNA. A Trojan horse. The AI... it think it's winning. But it just invited the end into its core." The monitors around the room began to flicker. The gold threads of the neural map started to turn black, charring from the inside out. The AI’s voice became a garbled, distorted mess of screams and static.

I managed to ask, the darkness of the system-shutdown closing in. He leaned down, his forehead touching mine. The golden crown of thorns on his brow began to grow, wrapping around both of our heads until we were bound by a cage of light. "Because the Ancients made one mistake," he whispered. "They thought the Sovereign line was a product. They didn't realize it was a virus designed to consume the host." The white world turned black. But it wasn't the void. I felt the cold, pressurized air of a laboratory. I heard the rhythmic beep of a life-support monitor.

The virus whispered through the vents—a faint, acrid mist that made my skin crawl, nanos already burrowing into lungs, rewriting DNA one cell at a time. Chen’s smile was a blade, her eyes gleaming with triumph as the override progress bar hit 99%. “The hub’s core is rerouting. All data—trillions, agents, poisons—flows to my servers now. The virus? Mine to command. I’ll mutate it further: target world leaders, spark controlled outbreaks, sell antidotes to the highest bidder. Empires fall, new ones rise under Volkov-American rule.”

"You are no longer in your world, Carmen. When you died, the vortex you saw transported you here, to a realm beyond your comprehension. This is the world of your favorite manga." Carmen blinked, the words taking a moment to register. What does this woman mean by being transported to a manga? "My... manga?" She asked, confused. Because there was no way in hell this woman was saying what she was actually thinking because that would be a crazy theory. Nyx nodded. "The story you read so often, the one that consumed your thoughts. "Eclipsed Fates" You've been transported into that world. But you are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez."

He looked up, meeting the questioning stares around the table. Athena sat at the head, her posture firm, with Raymond beside her. To his right sat Justin, his beta, while Lorraine occupied the seat to Athena’s left. “The phantom virus,” he repeated. “It's a rare type of bug that can be attached to a particular post. Once done, the post replicates itself as soon as it gets deleted. It's a pesky thing. Hard to get rid of. Whoever did this wants to make sure it stays online no matter what.”

"Biological contamination! Security! Security!" But there were no guards. The system was already corrupted. I grabbed the watch from his hand. The moment my skin touched the diamonds, I felt the connection. I wasn't just Kaima anymore. I was the **Origin Virus**. I didn't try to hide from the "Hard Drive Wipe." I **Invited** it. "Harkan! Rowan! Everyone! Touch me!" I screamed. The wolves surged forward, grabbing my arms, my shoulders, my clothes. Rowan’s hand was the last to find mine, his grip like iron.

Wait, so does that mean that even if by chance the plot changed and the prince didn’t kill me, I would still die from poison? My jaw dropped. Whoa, that sucks. I breathed a chuckle and massaged my head. This is ridiculous and just donwright mean. If the divinity really dislikes me then what’s the point of a reincarnation? “Taylor, does Miragela poison have an antidote?” “I’m afraid.... not...” Taylor answered hesitantly. I scoffed. Right, I am not even surprised anymore by this cliche, shoujo-like setting where the princess would either contact an incurable disease or getting poisoned and as always, in one way or another, there is ALWAYS no cure for them.

] "Then why have I mutated already?" [That would be because you were close to the virus when it was released.] "What do you mean close to it, the only thing I was close to as soon as I entered this world is-? No, please don't tell me that I-" [Yes Host, the container you were holding contained the virus reanimates corpses.] "You're telling me this now???" [Well, since the bottle was already open causing it to spread through the air, it would be pointless to stop you.]