Legacy Reborn Novels & Stories

“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.

Which is kind of weird? "Too hasty Aurken, I just gave you an overview for you to understand, the third type I mentioned, which is being reborn with half of one's original age consume, can also drain one's necro if the necro of a reborn is not enough. So talented reborn of this class is because being able to provide the necessary amount of necro in their reborn state, means they have massive amounts of necro." A voice from a seemingly old man. "So basically, what you're trying to say doc is-"

After all, my original plan had been to get the inheritance. Wesley was the kind of person I never needed to lift a finger for. He could not be more perfect. During the seventh year after my rebirth, he took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were blanketed in vibrant red, bursting with life and energy. As we walked down the path, I quietly took his hand. I wished, more than anything, that time could just stop right here. (The End)

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

No longer captive. Reborn predator.

- He said. - No. – He said, lunging towards him to be stopped by Tsuki who was kicking him, being transported by another portal, being in front of him with that delivering a series of punches. - You are treacherous. - He tried to fight back. - We can only bring to life what remains dead, we can bring what has not moved on. – Erebos said. They exchanged blows of magic, throwing each other towards them. – He never loved you, if he did, he wouldn't have been reincarnated. – He said, giving a low blow towards you with threads of energy involving him.

“He uses guilt like a collar. Makes you forget who you are. Until the only truth left… is him.” Maera stiffened. “That’s namecraft. Forbidden Umbra magic. Thought extinct for generations.” “He revived it,” Lena said, eyes closing. “Perfected it. That man is no longer just a ruler. He’s becoming a myth—the kind that eats the past so it can forge the future in its own image.” Fire and Plea The wind howled atop Emberhold’s watchtower as midnight crept in. Ceres stood against the railing, hair tangled by the storm’s approach. Lena limped to join her, wrapped in a new cloak but no warmer.

The air in the Reborn World didn't hum with the sterile vibration of servers; it breathed. As the gold-and-sapphire light of the Core-Nexus settled, the digital constructs of the old network solidified into something tangible. We were standing in a version of Coldwater that looked like it had been painted by a memory vivid, warm, and pulsing with a life that no corporate algorithm could ever simulate. The "First Road" had become a dusty, winding track that led toward a horizon filled with rolling hills and the distant, familiar silhouettes of a city that was finally free.

He had learned a lot in the space of a few breaths. He knew, just like Anna and Peter that their father had a unique skill. This was the skill called Perpetual Rebirth. This skill allowed the user to be reborn in the body of another, no matter how madly mutilated they were before they died. The downside was that you couldn’t personally select what body you would inherit. So you could end up as an old man, or as a newborn. It was even possible to find yourself back in the womb! Luckily it was quite picky too. Perpetual rebirth only picked targets with great strength and impressive talent. So even if you ended up in the body of an old man, it will be an old man with a great amount of talent. T

Golden was shocked, but he ignored it for the moment because, at that moment, the Frost Wolf closed its eyes eternally. Golden also started to cry. He would never forget that Frost Wolf nor the time he lived with it. [System detected that the user received a Legacy.] [The Legacy doesn't match the user physique. Accepting the Legacy will be detrimental to the user.] [Remodeling the Legacy to match the user's physique.] [Legacy remodeled, the user will obtain all its benefits and enhancements without any side-effect.] Since that light shot into Golden's forehead, the system started with those notifications, but until the system started to speak about the contents of the Legacy, Golden didn't p