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The soil recovered incrementally. All of it real. All of it his to work with, regardless of whether the novel had predicted it. He stood and walked to the field where soil had turned from grey to brown. It was darker now, more brown than grey, spreading beyond the initial recovery zone as the grid's redistribution continued. A month ago he had been reading a w******l in Seoul, falling asleep with a story about a villain's forgotten son who died in Chapter 3. Now he was that son, reincarnated, operating in a world that resembled the novel but was not identical to it, building something that the novel had never described because the novel had never imagined he would survive long enough to buil

Loneliness shrouds him. If interested, you'are welcome to join the GOODNOVEL WORKSHOP group. https://www.f******k.com/groups/208103447982848 and please send your summary to: workshop@goodnovel.com

This is not an end, but a beginning for a new story. Thank you very much for reading my first work. I, Aldho Alfina, apologize to all readers because the ending was shortened. The author is currently focusing on a novel entitled 'The Ruler of the Dragon God', so that this second novel can be completed perfectly.

Shi Tian replied while focusing on carving the wooden statue in his hand. "It's called Chess. I have read in some book in the past, it seemed interesting, so I decided to make a one for us." Shi Tian was not making a lie to her, there was indeed a game similar to chess in this world too, but it was somewhat different from the earth's chess game. And it was much boring than earth's chess game.

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

So, To anyone confused or who doesn't know whats going on, Goodnovel is having issues with FB and Googleplay and as a result, authors are having to modify their work its not pulled from the app. The title has been changed and the words have been ce*cord. It was either this or lose my book. Im sorry with * in the middle of words annoys you, but it's literally out of my control. I hope you can all understand x enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One

I stared into Zack's eyes, making sure he heard every word. "You lost me once?" His tears rolled down his cheeks and into the palm of my hand. "Yes, I lost you once. I saw your car explode in the fire, but by the time I got there, it was already too late… After you died, I begged the Moon Goddess. I wanted to trade my life just to have another chance for you." I looked at Zack in shock. "So you were reborn too?"

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

BOOOOOOMMMMM “Hahahaha, in that case, I’m looking forward to it! I’m looking forward to the figure you spoke of, O Keeper of the Book of Heaven!” The core of that world shattered, and with it, the world that had once resembled a lifeless wasteland crumbled along with the destruction of that blood-soaked monster. Nothing remained of that world’s ruin—no life, not even the slightest trace that the world had ever existed in that place. With the destruction of yet another world, it signaled that other worlds would meet the same fate without assistance from the upper world or the realm of the gods.