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QT: Finding Meaning

*** My health has been very poor this year alongside loosing my mother-in-law and cat so I'm sorry but this will be rewritten and finished when I'm well, I'm doing it all offline in my rare creative moments, hopefully with a more mature touch *** [WARNING: Mature Themes (smut, violence, murder, suicide, domestic violence, etc.)] --------- Waking up naked and alone with a murderer, without a single memory, she relies on System to understand her existence in another person's body. --------- Still don't know if you should read me? Here's a quick breakdown to help you make up your mind if this novel is right for you: This is my own twist on the QuickTransmigration System genre, giving it a more 'spiritual' twist. It explores sensitive themes throughout each arc and I will do my best to give trigger warnings at the start of chapters containing them. It is written in the first person and revolves around a female lead (FL). This is a weak-to-strong novel, she will have heavy flaws and make repeated mistakes and seem generally weak at the start, bear with her as she grows. Romance is a heavy theme within the story that contains a lot of smut, with more than one character. However, there is only one male lead in the end. The story is less about fluffy romance, instead, it's a journey of growth and self-discovery, revolving around the main storyline. Although, each Arc will have its own separate storyline that will have an impact on the main storyline with both new and reoccurring characters (so skipping arcs is not advised). I have currently written the rough drafts for four arcs at the point of writing this: 1. Ghosts & Guns 2. How do you keep a child alive in the Zombie Apocalypse? 3. Abducted by Aliens 4. Freed by the Fae Folk 5. .... --------- --------- Cover Art made by myself, using nightcafe AI Art, check out my page, I'm attempting to make novel art and character art for each arc: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/u/Raychbunni

Raychbunni · Sci-fi
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207 Chs

3.1

Screaming, I clutched at the dirt under unfamiliar fingernails.

Uncaring about where I was, or who I was, I childishly thrashed my new body screaming and crying out in frustration.

Only was I able to stop, when my foot was heavily hit against metal and brought a startling, sharp pain.

No void awaited me at death, instead, I briefly felt sucked into a vacuum, then spat back out. 

Grief overwhelmed me as I slumped to face the dirt and cried until my eyes stung and my voice was hoarse. 

During that time, my mind was painfully filled with my new identity. 

Emotionlessly I detached myself from this Sora and her tragic end. It had nothing to do with me. I did not agree to come here. I did not want to be here. 

My eyes glanced at the sharp rock she had used to end her life. Debating if System would let me just do the same to try and seek the void again.