Mmorpger Reborn Novels & Stories

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

Then, a spirit user has to charm the stake with Spirit, infusing it with the power of life. The Moroi who had charmed the stake with spirit had to be the one to stake the Strigoi right through the heart, just as with a normal staking. But instead of death, there was life reborn. The Strigoi would be reborn as a Moroi, their thirst for blood gone, and their evil nature replaced with goodness and light. It was a risky process, and many had tried and failed. But there were a few who had succeeded, and their stories were told throughout the Moroi community as tales of hope and redemption.

They moved with terrifying, algorithmic precision, their white-light spears leveled at the chaotic mob of players. "Hold the line!" Marcus bellowed, slamming his shield into a golden knight and shattering its pristine code. "Do not let them push us back into the static!" It was a meat grinder. Spells exploded. Swords clashed against light-spears. Corrupted players were "killed," their avatars shattering into pixels, only to respawn seconds later at the edge of the Quarantine Zone and run straight back into the fight. They had permadeath in their real bodies, but here in the Ghost Server, their anger was infinite.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

Shortly after, the families of the unmatched students filed a massive lawsuit against Gilbert Corp. On top of the disastrous AI app, the company was also hit with criminal charges for harboring a wanted criminal. Within a short period, Gilbert Corp was forced to pay astronomical damages, crippling the company to its core. Seeing the family business sink into ruin, Luke's fiancee immediately called off the arranged marriage. During the two-month vacation, I spent my days practicing my Elarin to prepare for my move abroad. I stayed at our family's bookstore every day. The agonizing memories of my past life made me cherish every single moment with my parents.

She demanded. No one spoke. The answer was too shameful. You could not agree, isn't that it?” the Goddess asked bitterly. “Even on the brink of annihilation, you bicker and squabble like spoiled children. Fools! If you had united sooner, Ferrivor and his master could have been stopped before they began.” “The beast is ferrivor? But they died with Lupus Tenebris.” Donton whispered. “He lives now! Judy Bloodfang has resurrected The evil wolf! Along with all his creatures of destruction! Ferrivor, the Red Noxala, and his screaming souls. White Hollow has been opened!”

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.

"Isla isn't breathing anymore! It's your fault that our daughter has lost her mother at such a young age!" Felix Zane's roar ripped through the winter air as he knelt by my best friend, Isla Kingsley's drenched, ice-cold body lying motionless on the riverbank. The onlookers watched his grief-stricken display with pity in their eyes. If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. …

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.