Reborn Into A Slash Game Novels & Stories

Leonard Grey looked at the computer, and it really wasn't him. "I'm the one who smashed a million into this game. All my equipment is top-quality, and all the diamonds on my body are full. I am the first in the equipment list, the first in the cultivation base, and the first in the martial arts list. Why? Wasn't it, my first kill?" Fred was so excited that he was going crazy, "This is impossible, how is this possible? Could it be that someone has spent more money than me?"

" Josh, help Chong take that tracker out, then trace the place from where they are monitoring our steps. Chong's right. We are still lacking a distance in this relay marathon race. But once I catch up, it will be a new beginning for those that started this wonderful game. I will make sure they get plenty of hours to live, begging me endlessly to end their unexplainable suffering. I will rupture their anal pipes and push their hearts out of their vert throats and make them chew their own shit. " He looked high as he played out his perfect revenge, spread onto a platter, in front of his eager audience.

For years, they lived under assumed names and were constantly hunted. Only in recent years did they finally walk away from that life for good and retire, living in seclusion. The USB drive contained all the information about my parents. I was planning to destroy it in one go. I couldn't even imagine the consequences if it ever got out! "I can trace the money back. There are a few terms I need to negotiate with the bank's person in charge, so get them here first." This time, I would never repeat the mistakes from my last lifetime. I would never save a dog that would betray me again.

“HISTORICAL DATA CAN NOT BE ALTERED. YOU WILL CORRUPT ENTIRE CYCLES.” “Good,” I said. The word came out short. Sharp. A single book on a high shelf exploded, showering us in fragments of a world I didn’t recognize—a field of stars, a train station, a face I’d never seen. The pieces dissolved before they hit the ground, but not before I saw new labels trying to write themselves in the gaps. STANDARD TRAGIC… I slashed again. REWRITTEN. The Game’s summaries had always been lies wrapped in official language.

I slid two combat knives into my tactical boots and slung a cocked compound crossbow over my back. Then I pushed open the bunker's heavy blast door. Sunlight I had not seen in so long fell across my face. It was a little harsh, but it carried the warmth of new life. I took a deep breath of the smoke-filled post-apocalypse air and ran toward the rescue helicopter. In my previous life, I had lived as someone else's attachment for the sake of empty love and so-called family. In the end, I had died miserably because of their betrayal. In this life, I welcomed my true rebirth.

A sudden surge of static electricity burst from the casing, frying the internal glass and sending a strong shock through Marcus’s arm. Marcus gasped in pain, dropping the burnt drive to the floor where it shattered into useless pieces of melted plastic. At that exact moment, Ethan and four private Vance operators burst through the back service door, disarming the two shocked bodyguards before they could even pull their triggers. Marcus stumbled backward against the cold stone wall, holding his burnt hand, his face pale with utter defeat and disbelief. Alexander stepped up to his uncle, his tall frame towering over the broken old man like a dark shadow. He looked down at Marcus with total, co

"Honey, if that lucky star dies, so be it. But our son… What a waste." Archie pulled her into his arms, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. "She's not dead yet. Don't worry. I've got a plan. Ethan will not only wake up. He'll go viral and bring us even more traffic. As for this lucky star, let her die with purpose." After that, he submitted an application for the rebirth trial. The video ended. Watching the scenes flash by one after another, I fell into thought. After a moment, I finally let go.

“Then let me start by introducing to you my original creation, my pride, and love. The world where everything originated and patterns into. The Shinzo Dimension.” Laying the world and the original ones who own the soul and the shard of their existence. HE snaps his finger as a mirror appears in a puzzle-like way in front of him. “Now, now, now. Who can you see?” Asking the question in a cunning tone and hidden facts from within. HIS smile draws into a sinister way as he looks at his reflection, yet not by which he knows who. “Death and rebirth.” With HIS tone that marks its seriousness and the start of the play that went into a game, HE is now playing against the God that does not even know

"Find things to do. Use your imagination or something. Find a book to read or just enjoy the fresh air. It's up to you." Liam thought to himself, "What kind of show did I follow this girl to? I only came for her, and now I have to try and survive for a week." He felt like leaving, but knew he couldn't. The girl with the prettiest red hair was his missing fiancée, the one that everyone says doesn't exist. It was funny how he found her. They competed against each other in a Call of Duty tournament, and it was his first loss. Her strategy plays were something he had never faced before, and she adapted fast to his way of playing.

“She is his unfinished flame.” “Good,” I said. “Then I’ll finish the job.” The first wave hit like a sandstorm made of light. They didn’t bleed, didn’t scream — they simply shattered when struck, reforming seconds later. Every cut I made turned into sparks. “Okay,” I panted. “This is new. They respawn?” “Fragments,” Kael shouted back. “He’s not alive — just refusing to let go.” I grinned through the sweat. “Typical man. Can’t take a breakup.”