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I RE-LIVE TO RULE

How will you respond if someone tells you that everything that happens to you is predetermined and referred to as "Fate," and that you are nothing more than a pawn of God's will? God has written your fate on your forehead, and you have no free will That too, in this modern world where the world is driven by science and technology? "Just get the hell out of here, man," you'd reply. "I don't have time to listen to your bullshit." Then what will you do, when the things you pushed as bullshit become reality and you realized that you are just a pawn in God's play? You were cursed with a dreadful fate, lived a lonely and wretched life, and eventually, your life ended on a tragic note. What will you do if the God who sentenced you to this pathetic fate grants you another chance to live in a world that isn't yours? Would you be willing to accept it? "Haha, who wouldn't? " But there seems to be a problem that I'm not the protagonist or have any extraordinary abilities. Like in my past world a normal outcast extra out there in a bunch. "Tsk, This is going to be a problem." However, it is worthwhile to attempt to make the most of this new life. ============= Readers Disclaimer: Good day, Readers! It is a great honor for me that you have taken the time to read this. I hope you find it enjoyable. Because this is my first time writing, there may be some flaws, which I aim to address in the future with your assistance and support. There are several elements that are comparable to the books, such as The Novel's Extra and The Author's POV, because I used them as a starting point. Although there are some similarities, the tale is entirely distinct. I look forward to receiving your love and support.

Warlord_Challa · Fantasy
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68 Chs

My First... (1)

"Fuck"

I quickly dressed up. It's so embarrassing. It's not like I'm at fault.

Who would have expected her to show up here? That too, in this hour. She must be crazy.

What should I do? Do I open the door and talk to her, or do I act like I didn't see anything?

I prefer going for the second option.

Wait, how long has she been standing there? If anyone sees this, I'm going to be dead meat. I'm going to be the biggest talking point. And all the things that I had carefully planned would go to waste. I can't let that happen.

I hurriedly opened the door.

"What do y..."

Before I could complete my question, she hurriedly barged into my room.

Hey, this isn't your room. How can you force your way into someone else's room like that?

She quietly went and sat in the chair.

The atmosphere in the room was tense. It was suffocating. It was almost as if I were confined to a small space with no room to move.

What is the cause of this atmosphere?