Reborn In One Piece Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

That night, I'd overheard Derek talking to himself. At first, I'd wanted to figure out who he was talking to. Unexpectedly, a cold electronic voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It told me that it was Derek's system. But because I was the target receiving the transferred injuries, the moment I became aware of its existence, it automatically bound itself to me as well. At first, I was surprised, but then I considered the fact that I'd been reborn. Thus, the existence of a system didn't seem that far-fetched.

Rieka rolled her eyes, flipping the page. "Wait, personality traits?" Ralph raised his brows at her. "You know, she's just like Lupe." "Oh, yeah yeah." Rieka brows arched in realization before she took her eyes back to the book, scanning through. "Here!" "Most times, the new body is ignorant that he/she is a reborn. They experience weird dream, which are visions of their past life." Rieka breathed out a heavy sign, staring at Ralph. "This is all we need."

We weren’t supposed to know each other at all. And yet... He knew me. My heart pounded against my ribs, a wild, reckless thought crashing into my mind. I gasped, hand flying to my mouth. "Could it be that..." I whispered, feeling the blood drain from my face. My voice trembled, "Could it be that, like me, he also got reborn?" Shock rippled through me, “No, that can't be right. But… If I got reborn, who's to say that someone else couldn't have done the same?” If Alaric had truly gotten reborn, then things were going to change.

"I’m the only one who would tell you this. I’m the only one who cares about you enough to tell the truth." Before I could react, Zayn leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me. He pulled me into a tight embrace, his voice whispering against my ear. "Come back to me," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. "We can fix this. Let’s try again. You don’t need Amory."

Hash. ‘Yahoo! I heard from someone you shouldn't know that you always claimed to be Hera's reborn!’ He mindlinked me and laughed as if thinking it was a joke. ‘Come on, how can you be her reborn? You're way too far from her!’ I looked around but didn't find his presence. I replied, ‘How do you know?! And can you stop this shit?! Stop ambushing us!’ ‘You can't dictate to me. I know you are just close to being her reborn for something…’ He then laughed. 'That's only a distraction and a warning…’

It had no face, no voice, but its presence was like a whisper in my soul: "Reborn, but not destroyed." And before I could understand the real meaning, the floor beneath my feet broke, like glass from an old dream, and I didn't scream, just accepted the fact as Naomi and I embraced and accepted our future, because in the end, we would no longer be us, but the new creature.

But a Race. Seeing her change really captivate me. But i can’t accept a loss if i must fighting with her. So i’m changing too. My body became more bulkier, there’s a pair of of jet black bat wings and a sharp tail appeared on my back. In this world setting, not a setting anymore. I was reincarnated to a Incubus, that’s the reason i’m only thinking on running away. Because i can’t control my power, that tragedy happen. It’s a shame those two died but i’ll get my revenge eventually. I’ll tracking down all Rozen Kingdom descendant that still alive and i’ll enjoy their misery. With this girl help, i’m sure i can control my power.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.