Reborn As A Vending Machine Now I Wander The Dungeon Novels & Stories

the shopkeeper bowed. Lucia was quite embarrassed and tried to be humble by saying, "it's fine! It's fine." Zane isn't interested in talking anymore and just grabs the set of gear and walks outside. Clarisse followed and Lucia tried to follow but the shopkeeper asked a question, "is that the new hero?" "Yes!" "I hope he can finally succeed this time!" The shopkeeper cheered as Lucia ran waving out of the shop. Zane drops all his gear at the back of the carriage and sees a bottle labeled 'Strength potion, grade 5' he drinks it and his body felt light.

She felt disappointing from losing a chance to see the voice of the man whom she’s curious about. Valerie soon acknowledges that everything is merely a dream, but it doesn't stop her from being disappointed by her alarm clock interrupting her strange and sweet fantasies. She got out of bed little by little, doing her morning routine while listening to a soft lo-fi song that gave her a wonderful morning vibe.

Reene The moment I opened my eyes, and heard that voice, I concluded that I wasn't fated to be lucky. In my past and present life. "Luna Amber, are you awake? Or should I say Alpha Ethan's sex toy?" The voice was calm, and filled with mockery. I shuddered, and my heart turned cold. It was the same voice which had haunted my dreams right after I woke up. Since my rebirth. It was Alpha Dennison Hogan's voice.

We finally reached a dark, crumbling building. The guards shoved me inside a pitch-black room, and a childhood fear of the dark gripped me tight. "Please! Don’t lock me in here!" I cried, but no one even glanced my way. A brutal kick sent me sprawling across the filthy dungeon floor. The stench of blood, decay, and rot was overwhelming. As my eyes adjusted, I spotted scattered skeletons — bones abandoned, forgotten. Suddenly, two swirling vortexes ripped open in the air. From one, Lena — wearing my body — stepped through.

You're making your plans obvious enough for us to see! Wendy fell to the ground and spat out blood. What little color she regained was lost, and she nearly blacked out again. The bodyguard snickered and dragged her into a room. I wanted to stop her, but Annabelle swung her bag with full force, slamming me to the floor. Furious, she roared, "So that's what happened! Both of you lied to me in my past life!" My heart jumped. The truth was out. Like me, Annabelle was reborn. No wonder she was so sure that I was lying, even before I could ask for her help back then.

He stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at his hand in horror—only to watch it dissolve into a red mist before his eyes. “Wh-what’s happening? “Help me! Please—someone help me!” He cried and crawled toward us, desperate to escape. But within seconds, his whole body burst apart, blood and flesh splattering across the ground. The system’s cold, mechanical voice echoed in the air: [Death count: 1] [Current survivors: 7] [Keep up the good work, players!] The strange man never moved an inch. He simply repeated in that same flat tone: “Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: ‘Wish.’

I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers. Smoke blurred my face. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered. I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night. “Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!” Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fish. You’ve already served your purpose anyway.”

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?