Player Reborn Novels & Stories

Slowly, the vulnerability burns away, replaced by something rigid and cold and my resolve strengthens back, the heat in my core hardens into a sharp, icy focus. I am going to spend life entirely differently this time around, it doesn't matter what obstacles this new life brings my way, and it doesn't matter how twisted Valerie's reality turns out to be. From this moment forward, I will be playing it completely by my rules and no one else is going to dictate my steps, and no one else is going to make me a victim again. I just need to know how it works around here first, to study the layout of this prison and the players inside it but revenge I absolutely must get even if I have to use my very

“You are not alone in remembering the past….Three hearts woke up from the same death...One seeks redemption, one seeks destruction and one seeks survival....choose carefully, Alira…this time, not everyone will make the same mistake.” My fingers went cold. Three hearts. Reborn. One seeks redemption. One seeks destruction. One seeks survival. I wasn’t the only one. And suddenly… This game became far more dangerous.

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.

but she remembers everything me:- okay I will protect her and please let me be reborn. I will protect her this time no matter what. I can't take this regret anymore :goddess:- OK I give you secrets permission to be reborn

No one cared enough to object. He decided to play a game he brought home just yesterday. 'Parvaneh', it read. The word for butterfly, in Persian. Ironic, since this game was anything but delicate. It contained quests, battles, homes, everything that could spark Uriel's interests. A game that jests reincarnation. Maybe that's why it's called Parvaneh; after all, butterflies represented spiritual rebirth. Not that he'd need it. He fully believed with his heart and soul, that he'd become the best player on there within two weeks tops. And maybe he would, one way or another. He gazed just in front of him, a painting of heavenly bodies bathing in the dusky sky gazing right back at him intensely.

What are rules of the game? Zaphyra- Each god or goddess choses a champion. The champions live normal lives until one is killed early. Then they meet their god or goddess, who give them a chance to be reborn. Each being gets reborn 3 times. Each life they are given one help by their god or goddess. Iris- Yeah, the help would have been nice before my last life.

Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back."

My face was younger, unlined, my body whole and strong. I pinched my leg, the sharp sting grounding me. It hurt. It was real. I was reborn, tears of disbelief and gratitude pooling in my eyes. Damn, I'm back.

but she remember everything me :- okey I will protect her and please let me reborn. I will protect her this time no matter what. I can't take this regret anymore :goddess:- OK I give you secrets permission to reborn

This was about vengeance. I set the phone down, fingers trembling, then curling into fists. Let them think I was gone. Let them believe they had buried me. Because I was back. And this time, I wasn’t their prey. I was the fire coming for them in the dark.