Romans & histoires Reincarnated Gamer Fanfiction

To be certain of what she felt, and what choice she should make, Kalina needed to act, to settle her heart before returning to her own world. “Sorry we’re late.” A voice startled them. Everyone jolted when another girl in a kebaya stepped forward in the moonlight. “Good grief … am I dreaming?” Gavin said. “No, this is real, Gavin. This girl is Sekar. And Kalina might be Sekar’s reincarnation in the future,” Anantari explained as she walked beside Sekar. “I didn’t believe in reincarnation until I saw it with my own eyes,” Lamont said, scratching his head even though it didn’t itch. “It still sounds both real and unreal, that someone could be born again after dying.”

Iris actually throws up, realizing Joey and her stepmother are having sex. “I know, disgusting,” The woman holds Iris’s black hair back and rubs Iris’s back. “Why? Why is this happening?” Iris asks again, screaming and choking on tears. “It’s a little complicated. I’ll tell you what I can. You get three chances to make it right. I am sorry to say I agreed to a game with the god of the Sea. He says his creations are stronger than mine. Daria has already been re-born once. If she fails twice more, I win. So, you get to go back,” the lady tells Iris. “You get three chances. If you can’t defeat Daria and Ingrid, then I lose, and you stay dead.”

I could feel my wolf again, she was here, pacing like she had just woken up from a dream. My palms were sweating. The wolf inside me was up on her toes, sniffing every sound. The marble was real. The whispering was real. The taste of the poison was already gone from my tongue, and I was wearing a dress I remembered choosing for my engagement party three years ago. I saw the calendar on the wall and finally knew for sure: I had been reborn. I was back at my engagement banquet — three years before my death. The Moon Goddess had heard me, and she had wound the clock back.

He was almost unrecognizable. The once proud and upright heir was now gaunt, his clothes disheveled, his eyes filled with nothing but obsession and madness. He stared at me without blinking. For a moment, I saw the reflection of myself from another life, helpless, waiting for death on a sickbed. The wheel of fate had turned, revealing itself in this twisted way. Riven shifted slightly, stepping half a pace in front of me, and asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to handle this?”

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?"

"You're saying we're bugs in your code," Aiden said flatly. His voice carried no accusation, only cold assessment. Lyra recognized that tone—he was gathering intelligence, mapping threats, calculating exits. A soldier's instinct, even here. "More than bugs." The Architect circled them slowly, his silver hair drifting as though suspended in deep water. His footsteps made no sound on the polished floor. "You're a mutation. When Lyra overwrote the memory anchor in Thornfield, she didn't just survive—she edited. She rewrote the game's own architecture using nothing but her own trauma and will." He paused directly before her, close enough that she could see the static flickering in his irises lik

She was hesitant and she seemed to be having an internal battle within her. "Damn it, I'll tell you. Your name is Altan and you've been reincarnated over and over again, more times than I can count. We are star crossed lovers, we always have been right from when we first lived in the underworld, seven centuries ago. Do you remember that now?" She asked and I frowned as the images began to fill my mind with such force, it caused me a great amount of pain. She held me in her arms and began to rock me slowly, tears rolling down her cheeks in floods.

I sat next to him, and raised my knees up, placing my arms on it, in the same manner he placed his. “I made you really worried, didn't I?" He asked, still smiling, and I sighed. “Yes, you made me really worried. Why didn't you come home? I mean… I'm sorry about Gary. I get that you wanted to stay with him for a long time. I'm really sorry.” “I'm going to cry one last time at his funeral. Because I will try believing in reincarnation for his sake, as an exception. Gary always wanted to be reborn. Young, strong, and youthful, so I will believe he died to be reborn. Just for him alone.

I do want to try. I don't remember my name from my past life. In this life, I was reincarnated as the villainess of a game I loved more than anything. She never had any happy endings in the game. Always being abandoned by her family in the end. Her name, no, my name is Aurelia Giliam. I will try to live a life where I am able to find my own happy ending.

I said warily. The scent of leather and the faint hum of the engine filled the air, but my mind was elsewhere, tangled in the web of our plan. Images of Gina—pale and terrified in that dark mine—flashed through my mind. I wished I could see it for myself. But why was I feeling guilty? “Liora,” I said, shifting in my seat, “Remember you told me you knew I was reincarnated?” “Yeah, yeah,” Liora replied, not taking her eyes off her phone.