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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 · Fantasía
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200 Chs

Twins

  The twins left, and I made them swear never to come back again. The damage they had done was enough to create chaos. 

And chaos was not my friend.

Still, the latter was a constant visitor to my mind.

We had to leave the Inn after paying for the damages. 

Although the Innkeeper had no trouble accepting our explanation of having pesky individuals wanting to have an audience with us, but were too impatient; hence, the damaged wall, we needed to move.

It sounded ridiculous even in my head, but I could understand now why the government would rather keep this matter out of everyone's knowledge.

Unless there was apparent proof, humans would dismiss the idea of monsters running around rampant and killing other humans until humanity becomes extinct.

Having been discovered was one thing, but another attack would be too much for one night.

Plus, my strength has yet to come back. I'm calling myself a weakling and won't even deny it.