Oblivion Reloaded Combined Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

Upstairs on the second floor, the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom grated on my nerves. I pressed my fingers to my aching temples and took in the familiar sight of the house. Then it hit me—I was back! I was reborn! My gaze was locked on the bedroom upstairs, rage burning in my eyes. That shameless Sephine Fidel! She'd brought her side piece home and had me take the fall. In my past life, I'd forgotten a file at home. I'd jumped in a cab and returned home to grab it, only to walk in on my sister-in-law, Sephine Fidel, mid-affair.

charred but intact. I brushed off the ash, and there it wasa faint, and burned insignia. Alpha Draven’s wolf crest, stamped in silver. My stomach turned, “These were his supplies,” I whispered. “From the last trade meeting," I continued. Ellias nodded grimly. “And look at this, Alpha Aarhea,” He lifted a small dented metal device. “Detonator. Military-grade. The kind Alpha Draven’s warriors use for controlled demolitions,” he said.

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

He staggered away and collapsed beside Lyra. Lyra was dead, and Thalyx was gone. Everything was resolved. It was as if all my love and hate had vanished with smoke. I clutched my chest, feeling a mixture of desolation and joy. Eventually, I stepped over Thalyx's body. "Come on, little wolf. Let's go home."

"Do you really not know how to play or are you doing it on purpose, eh? In this game, whoever runs the fastest, then whoever would win. You instead threw 4 tens for no reason. What about your remaining cards? What happens to your leftover straight?" "I already said I don't know how to play!" Davian huffed angrily. Felicity responded with a single word, "Stupid!" Gilbert slowly pulled out 4 twos, "Full suppression!" Besides the Jokers, no one could play with 4 twos. Whereas Gilbert already had a pair of jokers. The other two jokers had a high probability of being separated. Indeed, no one could beat the 4 twos. Gilbert threw another straight out again.

Willow crouched before the tombstone and gently touched her mother's photo. "You won't feel pain in heaven. Mom, I'll still be your daughter in the next life," she whispered. I put my arm around Willow's shoulders, and together, we bade farewell to the kindhearted yet unfortunate woman for the last time. … I returned to work soon after. Although Willow refused to acknowledge Mr. Jennings, he still regarded me as a son-in-law. I began handling the company's core business. Then, relying on memories from my past life, I quickly gathered evidence of the company's illegal activities.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

Collins holds the bolt out to Iris, but Selene takes it from him. Iris looks at her with fear. “What are you plans now?” Selene smiles. “To bring peace of course. Your children will know nothing but peace. Odin will be mated to Rhea; they will be happy. Sabrina and Zion will have more children. Oh, and so will you.” “This was your plan all along, to take over,” Iris starts breathing heavily. “You used us. You used the game. You created me so you could take over completely.”