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

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

- Katherine asked on a last try. - No. But this is an entirely different level. We are talking about you being reborn. Reborn! - Her friend shouted, and Katherine motioned to her to keep her voice down. - I know! Do you think I understand that? Sometimes, I have hoped for all this to be a bad dream. I would wake up, and everything would be expected, as it always should be. - Katherine looked at her friend and sat on the grass, defeated. - People surround me, and I have no one I can fully trust.- She stopped talking, looking at the woods before her.

Swallowed by the chaos of the shattered Vault. Hours, or maybe days, bled together in the darkness. The only interruption was the scrape of a metal tray being shoved through a slot in the door, bearing a crust of moldy bread and a cup of stagnant water. I didn't touch it. My body was a hollow shell, my spirit ground to dust. I had fought gods and monsters, become a law of the universe, and for what? To end up back where I started, in a dungeon, waiting for death at the hands of my own blood. The scrape of a key in the lock jolted me from my stupor. The door groaned open, and a sliver of torchlight cut into the gloom. It wasn't a guard. It was Renejay.

Oritha and Akiko agreed to check out the mini-game puzzle while Zen groaned at his dungeon. Everything was gold or sparkly, contrasting with the first two dungeons. There was no need to guess who this dungeon belonged to. [Someone has stolen and replaced some valuables with counterfeits. Find them all so that Toad S. Tool can rest in bliss.] Shoulders hunching, Zen sighed and wished the girls in the other dungeon had better luck. === AN: Happy Valentine's Day! I'm still single af T^T

I would reclaim my worth, my voice, and my destiny. As the torches flickered, casting a defiant glow upon my tear-stained face, I whispered, "This dungeon may hold my body, but my spirit soars free. And one day, when I emerge from this darkness, I will be reborn." I cried even harder, for myself, our love, the memories we once shared and mostly for out child. The creak of the door has my heart skipping my eyes falling on the person I least expected. Henry

At least for now, and yes, I'm still the same old Rowena. You all know how my life is. Get reborn blah blah blah, different parents, same lover or at least his lookalike, and then death. How thrilling! I don't actually get my memories as soon as I'm born, though. That'll be weird. I get them once I turn ten. I literally wake up a different person. For the first few times, I was extremely sad, but I'm used to it now and try not to get too attached to the people around me.

Chapter 19 Marco’sPOV I jolted awake on the metal reception chair and flitted my eyes to the neon sign above the operating theatre that indicated where Vvissuta had been undergoing surgery for the last ten hours. That was what I had decided to call the unknown woman Sopravvisuta. It means Survivor and only a survivor could had survived that nasty fall from the top of the mountain.

Raymond's POV The second that cursed artifact blew apart, just shattering into a million glittering pieces that spun through the air like dangerous snow, my brain snapped back into itself. Not gently. Not like waking from a nap. It felt like someone had grabbed my soul and hurled it through a brick wall straight back into the waking world. Dear blessed Moon Goddess. What the hell had I turned into? I was standing in the dungeons. The actual dungeons. The air felt thick and rotten. Blood, sweat, mildew all mixed together in a cocktail that made me want to puke.

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

--- **The Prison Break** The Gardener's lair is a cathedral of overgrown machinery, buried beneath the Wastes. Vines thick as skyscrapers strangle rusted engines, and the air thrums with a low, verdant growl. At its center, suspended in a cage of thorns, is a pulsing heart of moss and starlight. The Gardener. It speaks without voice. ***You shouldn't have come.*** "We need your help," I say. "The fleet will kill us all."