Second Life Novels & Stories

Only the silence of a world that had been perfectly, terrifyingly cleansed. Richard stood up, his legs steady in a way they had never been before. He looked toward the center of the crater. There, cradled in a nest of hardened, silver silk, lay a bundle. It was small, silent, and radiated a warmth that felt like a sunrise. He approached it, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached out, the bundle shifted. A pair of eyes opened, looking up at him. They were not human. They were universes—swirling nebulae of silver and gold, reflecting a history that hadn't happened yet.

This was Eos, the First World. "My tablet..." Rhys whispered, staring at his device. The screen was no longer displaying code. It was showing a complex, organic lattice that looked like a nervous system for a planet. "It’s not reading data anymore. It’s reading Entropy. We aren't in a simulation, Elara. We’re in the 'Real'—but the 'Real' is dying."

Everything suddenly felt so confusing. She suddenly felt an urge to speak to the goddess, and so she focused her mind and imagined the body of a goddess. Having no idea of how the goddess appeared to be, she just visualised Qiwan as how she wanted Qiwan to look like: herself. "Goddess, why did you send me to the mortal world if you intend for me to forget everything?" Granny Meng instantly turned towards her. Surprisingly, Granny Meng's words were "you were born for a reason, and now, you will be reincarnated without the need for my soup. Go along, and embrace your new life and journey."

"60 seconds. That's all I need" "Ughhhh...okay. 60 seconds" "Thank you" "58 seconds left" "Oh, right" I felt the familiar tingling sensation from my toes straight to my head as True took over just like she always did. Not my whole body, just my mind and then my eyes would change colour. "Kiara, are you okay?" Calvin asked. "Guess what, it's not Kiara here" True replied "Hmm, what's your name, little wolf?" "One, I'm not a little wolf. Two, I'm True..."

KHLOE’S POV. I felt someone tap me gently and opened my eyes to see a strange face staring down at me, only that this weird face was smiling and whispering and muttering words, sweet words—something I had never experienced. “You here, young ma’am?.” She said, and I snapped out of my thoughts. “Yea. Yea, I’m here. I guess.” I responded as though wanting to believe my own words. This had to be a dream, after all, one I would wake up from soon. That’s if I wasn’t dead. That’s if this wasn’t paradise.

I looked at the mess around me, dried my tears, and started packing my bags quietly. In this second chance at life, I would not let them threaten me anymore. Eric and I were high school sweethearts. I had a crush on him for four years, and we got engaged in our second year of college after I nearly died saving him from drowning. In my previous life, I knew he had feelings for Yvonne, even though she did not show much interest in him. I thought that once we were married, he would realize what kind of woman truly deserved his love.

"The deed to Pearl Island in the Azure Sea. It's spring there all year round." "You can take the pups there to escape the cold." I looked at the deed and leaned against his broad shoulder, my heart full of peace and gratitude. This life, I had finally seized my own light. Meanwhile, in a desolate shack in the Frozen Wastes, Damien stared at the news on a crystal screen, his nails digging into his palms. "Damn it! Damn you, Seraphina!" On the screen, I was wearing a glittering crown, holding two beautiful pups, surrounded by adoring crowds. My smile was radiant.

I asked in confusion, trying to touch it once again but my fingers simply passed through. “B.U.I.S. Your new Build Up Intentional System—” “I'm sure I heard that the first time. What are you, Buis? An invisible robot? A new AI model? I thought all models had shut down.” I muttered in curiosity glancing at the blue blank screen with nothing but its name on it. “I am a system bound to you and I am here to assist you in surviving the apocalypse again. You have been given a second chance after your death and all you need to do is follow the system's rules and protocols.” It replied and my brows raised.

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.

The System could not intervene. I asked whether Roxanne, as a fellow player, would be punished for hurting me. The System replied in an indirect tone, "Players inside a mission world may harm one another as long as they do not damage the mission targets. If a player dies before their failure is confirmed, their body in the original world will also die." Thus, I endured. Then one day, someone in the convent decided to "have more fun" and brought in venomous insects from the mountain to use on me.