Reborn Into A Slash Game Novels & Stories

The Goddess herself told me. I had been reborn, coming out of the darkness. I was made to go through difficult times and emerge into the light. A light in the darkness that never yields, and continues to shine. She granted me strength and power, as well as discernment and persistence. I had been reborn to thrive, and I would make the Goddess proud. I had been given a second chance. I’m not going to apologize to anyone who can’t accept me for who I am.

"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."

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

"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**.

It was like they had never existed at all. A light breeze passed by, and a sharp pain flickered in my palm. I knew then that my new life had just begun.

I pulled it from my boot and carved the words into the blistered skin, each letter a declaration, a brand, a promise: Reborn to Kill for Sport. The blood poured down my arm, over the burn, mixing with the ash and sweat. Julian tried to pull me away. “Cassius! Stop—what the fuck are you doing?!” I looked up at him, my lips twisting into something that used to be a smile. Now, it was just a grim echo of one. “That thing,” I said, nodding toward the body, “throw it into the fire.” His eyes widened. “Cassius—”

There was not a single trace of human tissue left—only pools of blood and minced flesh. As for the other players, their hands were stained with too much blood for attacking others. They, too, were assimilated into ghosts under the new rules. My adoptive brother and the others, having nowhere left to vent their anger, carried out every cruel punishment imaginable—hanging corpses in forests and stringing hearts like skewers. But this time, the instance clearance rate wasn't zero. Because I was also counted as a player. After stepping down from my position as administrator, I became the only surviving player to clear the instance.

The horrific sight of my newborn turning to dust. The phantom pain still burned in my bones. The chaos of the hall swallowed me. I snapped back to reality. I was reborn. I was back at the exact moment our Progenitor, Lucius Nightshade, was about to be fatally hit. I touched my heavy, pregnant belly. I ruthlessly shoved down the mate bond humming in my blood. The assassin was about to detonate a vest full of silver explosives. I didn't hesitate. I shoved the blinded Lucius hard behind a massive obsidian pillar.

Which is kind of weird? "Too hasty Aurken, I just gave you an overview for you to understand, the third type I mentioned, which is being reborn with half of one's original age consume, can also drain one's necro if the necro of a reborn is not enough. So talented reborn of this class is because being able to provide the necessary amount of necro in their reborn state, means they have massive amounts of necro." A voice from a seemingly old man. "So basically, what you're trying to say doc is-"

As he stared at the pulse bomb that was right before his feet, it flashed blinding lights that made him squint as he stared at it. The light reinvented the world he was in, and the nightmarish final battle he has with Avacious was something that Blaze Harper did not dare think too much about. He only remembered himself being Blaze Harper, and then, being reborn into… No, it can't be! It seemed that he bid goodbye to the life of Lucas Martin and now, he knew he had became the epiphany he was seeing as his memories burned him —Blaze Harper.