Rebirth 소설 & 이야기

Instead, he found a quiet plaza bench to gather his thoughts before heading to Rebirth Sect. According to Xena's intel, the sect was weird. The core belief of Rebirth Sect was that any illness a person suffered would be transferred to their past life upon joining, allowing them to be healed in the present. In this day and age, only a fool would buy that. Yet, somehow, cults like this thrived worldwide, using various means to convince people to believe them. Rebirth Sect was one of the most successful. In just two years, their reputation had skyrocketed because everyone who joined them, even termin

The room stayed quiet after that confession and then he exhaled slowly. “That is unfortunate.” “Unfortunate?” He nodded once. “To return through murder is always harder.” “What does that mean?” I asked in confusion. “It means your second life was never going to be simple.” “Okay??" I asked as my curiosity heightened. “You returned because something was wrong.” “Yes.” “But returning does not automatically save you.” “I don’t understand.” “The reason for rebirth is correction.” He said as his eyes stayed fixed on mine. “You are given another chance to right what destroyed you.”

It went down for miles, deep into the warm, humming heart of the Earth. As we descended, the air grew sweeter. The smell of ash faded, replaced by the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine—memories of a world I had never truly known, but that the Genesis engines still remembered. We reached the bottom. The chamber was a cathedral of light. In the center sat a chair made of living roots and glowing fiber-optics. It looked like a throne, but I knew it was a prison. "Once you sit down," Hope said, standing at the edge of the platform, "the 'Re-Birth' begins. The shroud will start to break. In a hundred years, the sun will touch the ground again. In a thousand, the oceans will be blue."

“Rebirth? Impossible.” Shock. Disbelief. Then anger. “Yes,” I said, my voice steady but filled with quiet power. “I am Lyra Draven reborn through Mia’s body. When Mia’s despair drove her to take her own life, the Moon Goddess heard the cry of two lost souls. She did not see sin in our suffering… she saw purpose. So she bound my dying spirit — Lyra’s soul to Mia’s fading heart, giving us both a second chance. Her death became my rebirth.”

Young Sharon was looking directly at the camera. "If you're watching this, then the reset failed." Sharon froze. Alex stepped closer. The recording continued. "I created the rebirth system because I knew that humanity would eventually destroy itself." Young Sharon looked tired. "I tried to create a second chance." The screen changed. Images of destroyed cities appeared. "But every time the timeline resets, something always survives." A black symbol appeared. "The organism." Sharon's heart pounded. Young Sharon continued. "It remembers." The screen changed again. Different versions of Sharon appeared.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

After a moment of hesitation, Julia finally spoke again, "I've been reassigned abroad to Ravenca. The environment there is terrible, and the economy is poor. I'm afraid that if I go, I might never come back. "The kids are still young. I don't want them to suffer there. Can you… take care of them for a while?" Ravenca was infamous for its chaos with frequent riots and unstable politics. Many who were sent there never returned. Her eyes were full of expectation, as if she was certain I couldn't possibly say no. "I refuse." I gave a dry, humorless smile. "We're divorced. And I'm just a small-town man. How could I possibly take care of the Summers family's precious little prince and princess? I'

Who knows, perhaps I would've been six feet under the ground now if I wasn't given a second chance at life. ‘You all are going to pay for everything’. “It's just a bed, Viktor. You don't have to get mad at Jessica. She must be tired after the party.” She held Viktor's hand gently. “I will do it. It’s nothing.” She added. I smiled back, but inside, my chest twisted as memories surged: the betrayal, the cruelty, the night I died. If not for this second chance, I’d be buried because of her. But not this time. They would all pay. And it would start soon.

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

"When I left Moretti, I had already returned everything I owed. The things you want to give me now were things I didn’t want three years ago. I want them even less now." The light in Adrian’s eyes cracked. "What about me?" he whispered. "You won’t even give me a chance to apologize?" "Apologizing is your choice. Accepting it is mine." His fingers curled around the edge of the window, and his voice nearly shook. "Elena, I wronged you in the last life too, didn’t I?" I lifted my eyes. Adrian stared at me as if he had finally caught the answer he feared most. "You remember too," he said. "You were reborn too."