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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.

SanjarAli · Fantaisie
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The 'Test' Tournament [3]

"Can I put dead bodies in the inventory?"

[Yeah...]

"OK, put her in there."

[What do you want to do with her?]

"I have something in mind."

[Alright.]

[In progress...]

[It's done.]

After implementing his plan, he swiftly donned his 'Terror Shroud' cloak and placed Celia's body into his inventory as he watched her take her last breath.

He then quietly slipped out of the corridor, noting that everyone's attention was still focused on the dueling platforms, far from his position at the stadium's edge.

The students were free to wander or watch the tournament before their turn, so no one suspected him as some other students were scattered around, away from the dueling platforms too.

He moved quickly and cautiously from that side of the stadium to the top seats, finding a dimly lit corner where he could watch the match unnoticed, and was near one of the corridors for his mission.