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Reincarnated as a Fantasy Terrorist

Aisam, disenchanted with life and weary of his mundane existence, found himself adrift in a sea of apathy with no clear purpose or ambitions. Tragically, his unfulfilled life came to a sudden and devastating end when he became a victim of a terrorist-plotted airplane crash. ... ... [Loading...] [Reincarnation Process initiated...] [Memories Removal in progress...] [ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!] [THE UNIVERSAL REINCARNATION SYSTEM IS MALFUNCTIONING!] [The Reincarnation Process will be partly completed] [ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!] [℅$#?] [Scanning the host...] [Conditions have been met] [Fantasy Terror System Installed] ... ... Reincarnated into another world from one of the novels he had read, as an inconsequential orphan character. However, immersion in entertainment indifferently in his free time has blended and obscured many story memories. Will he flourish despite destined obscurity in an unknown grim narrative? {If you enjoy it, kindly consider adding it to your library collection, vote with Powerstones, Golden Tickets, Gifts, etc. Your support is crucial and very much appreciated.} ______________________________________ It's my first novel, and English isn't my first language so I kindly ask for your patience and support. Constructive criticism is greatly welcomed as I strive to improve and grow as a writer. * The following story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ......... Discord Server; Give me feedback & Shape the Story (18+): https://discord.com/invite/vQHqBpS2

SanjarAli · Fantasy
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96 Chs

First Large-Scale Operation [7]

Third Floor of Medical Department, Lecture Halls, Student's POV:

"Lesson is over, see you later," said the professor, his voice a blend of weariness and relief.

He gathered his documents into a worn leather briefcase and, with a final glance at his students, strode out of the classroom. The door closed behind him with a soft click.

Immediately, the classroom erupted into chaos.

Conversations overlapped, laughter bounced off the walls, and students jostled their way into the corridors, a river of bodies and noise flowing aimlessly as they awaited the next class.

Thud.

"Hey, loser," sneered a student, flinging his notebook with a careless flick. It struck its target, a quiet boy hunched over his desk, lost in the pages of his book.

The notebook skidded across the surface, coming to rest atop his own. "Just do your job like always."