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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, 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: https://discord.com/invite/vQHqBpS2

SanjarAli · Fantasy
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89 Chs

Second Phase [1]

Knock Knock Knock

"Who's it?"

"Tommy, open the door, quickly!"

Click

Rowan gasped as soon as he opened the door and saw two women, Aurora and Celia, both breathing heavily and looking utterly exhausted.

Aurora's left arm hung heavily over Tommy's shoulder, her breaths erratic and strained, her legs trembling under the weight of exhaustion, threatening to buckle with each step.

Celia, contrastingly, appeared far more distressed. Her pale complexion had turned an alarming shade of sickly white, accentuated by the shining of sweat on her forehead.

Each breath of Celia came in rapid, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling with effort.

Her movements were slow and unsteady, every step a struggle against the overwhelming fatigue that threatened to overwhelm her completely.