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Nirvana's Favorite

Nirvana - a paradise for the souls who had died doing good deeds. Elijah had lived a normal life. Though not perfect, he was actually looking forward to at least step into Nirvana. However, that wasn't the case. Numbered among Nirvana's chosen favorites, he was sent back to his Universe with a new identity. Finding himself stuck in a 17 year old boy's body, and occassionally evolving into a fire breathing dragon, Elijah thought things couldn't get worse. But he was wrong. Along with his new life, he met the same girl who made him believe in love-at-first-sight. After years of yearning to get this chance, he was finally living the dream. The catch? He was just seventeen and a nobody. Called to fight against the monsters that were slowly killing the inhabitants of his Universe, Elijah was faced with a dilemma: will he fight to live or will he live to fight? -- "Yes I died. And yes I had wished to have another shot at life. But no, I never wished to be 'the hero' or somewhere in that line. And you know what? We're just getting to the most exciting part." -EXO -- Disclaimer: Kudos to the artist who came up with the cover. Grabbed it from Pinterest.

ParadoxDreamer · Fantasy
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200 Chs

Pyramid

"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved."

-Helen Keller

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. A mild headache was making my head spin. I shut my eyes, hoping to chase it away. 

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

The alarm kept blaring. It was annoying thus; I was forced to open my eyes. 

Everything was a little blurry, but when I finally got to see clearly, I immediately sat up, my eyes going animatedly wide.

I was trying to absorb my surroundings, hoping to recognize anything that would tell me where I was at the moment.

But from the white ceiling, the fan in the corner, a computer desk with the monitor still on, and the soft mattress beneath me told me nothing.

A little while later, the door of the bedroom creaked open. I immediately had a déjà vu.