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

Buzz. My phone vibrated and I picked up. As I approached the guard post, the terrified and beat-up warriors scurried to the side with heads bowed to make way for me. Shame on them for trying to stop me from entering the dungeon. Their ignorance of my existence suddenly made it clear that, because of Nia, I might have to retake my place as another one of the mighty Volkes again. I sighed exasperatedly. There went my short-lived reclusion. “Talk to me.” I ordered harshly into the phone as I marched up the steep bluestone stairs.

“You’re not theirs anymore.” I whispered: “I’m mine.” And with that word, the weapon in his hand burned completely to ashes. The pieces rained to the floor. He fell to his knees. But didn’t surrender. He smiled. “I am reborn.” His voice turned darker, not human. He spoke in tongues older than silver, older than blood. He stood taller and stronger. “Blood remembers. Debt awakens.” I prepared myself, but the splinter in my palm ached. My vision blurred. The tower shook again. We fell to the floor as something cracked open behind us. Chains fell.

Can you please stop suspecting anything and everything? I felt a moment of dizziness. In my past life, he had accused me in exactly the same way. For an instant, I thought I had returned to the past and almost lost my balance, but a pair of strong hands caught me. It was Zayne. "Are you alright?" he asked. He was a head taller than Hayden, and I could feel his muscles even through his shirt. I smiled at him. "I'm alright." Zayne took the opportunity to put his arm around my shoulders. "If you're fine, then let's head back in together."

You should just die. But underneath the despair, something else was growing. Something hot and terrible and consuming. Rage. I pushed myself up, wiping the tears from my face with shaking hands. My feet turned toward the forest, toward the cabin hidden in its depths, toward the man who’d offered me everything. The walk back to Silas felt like a funeral march. Each step carried me further from the girl I’d been and closer to something else entirely. Something that would make them all pay. I found him waiting on his porch, like he’d known I’d return.

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

"I'm still here. I'm just... tired. Fix the earth. I'll be waiting in the static." As Elara stepped into the vault to seize the Marrow, a shadow detached from the ceiling. It wasn't a drone; it was a First-Born Assassin, nearly all machinery, its eyes glowing with the red light of the Third Reset. It stood directly between Elara and the cure for the world.

The 14-B virus hummed inside those wires, a rhythmic, parasitic thud that felt like a needle trying to un-stitch my very existence. I sat on the throne, a monument of gold-veined basalt and unyielding quartz. I couldn't blink. I couldn't breathe. My consciousness was a fraying cable, sparking against the silver-mercury conduits lacing the bedrock of Rebirth City. Every shallow vibration from the world outside traveled through my stone shins and into my petrified marrow. Then, the sky changed its pitch.

The tunnel stretched ahead, a throat of concrete and weeping pipes, vibrating with the low-frequency hum of a dying god. Ahead, the memory-collector had reconstructed itself. It was no longer a human-shaped entity; it had fused with the ceiling, a pulsating nest of blackened, twitching fiber-optic cables that hung down like the tentacles of a deep-sea predator. It was the terminal point of the Nursery, the place where the "deleted" were unspooled into raw, meaningless static.

"If everyone leaves... you'll be the only one left! You’ll be alone in the 'Void'!" "I’m already alone, Silas," I said, my voice fading into a whisper. But then, a shadow appeared in the "Void" of my mind. It wasn't a "User." It wasn't a "Consumer." It was a **Bug**. The "Project Re-Birth" file—the one I had hacked—began to "Execute" on its own. "**SUBJECT 01: RE-BIRTH INITIATED. SOURCE: UNKNOWN.**" I felt a sudden, violent pull. My soul was being "Downloaded" out of the tree and into something... small. Something cramped. Something that felt like **Bone and Breath**.

"The curse won't let me. Not anymore... I might fall into a coma again, but I won't die." "Or maybe it will kill you so that you can be reincarnated so that it can start all over again." Gáta retorted. "Look., As I said, I don't need to talk in riddles with you. I haven't been able to identify whether you’ve been reincarnated several times or whether you are a supernatural creature."