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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 · Fantasi
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Mind-Virus Mission [3]

"Starstrike Residence, downtown, area 56... Haven't I heard that last name before?"

Exiting the Mind-Virus workshop, Aisam stood outside the dilapidated house, reading the address on the package to be delivered.

His eyes narrowed as he tried to recall the name.

"Hmm... Aha!" He suddenly remembered where he had heard the last name.

"Is it the home of the 'MC'?!" he muttered, furrowing his brows in confusion. How was that even possible?

The MC was likely still at the Academy, caught up in games of justice and drama.

Though it seemed safe now, the danger would increase as time passed.

"Whatever! My job isn't solving and figuring out family issues," he said with a shrug.

"Nova, please, give me the dull sword from the inventory and put this package in its place," he said, holding the package in his left hand.

[... Alright. Wait a moment...] Nova replied, and the dull sword materialized in his right hand.