Hollowed Out
['Good people die young.'
That was an irrefutable fact.
In her life, all she did was give everything she has to the people around her. Living in a world where man-eating creatures exist, she was more blessed than anyone, or is she?
She shares all the things she possesses with the people she deemed as 'comrades.' She became selfless and ignores her desires because maybe, even if they live in a scary world, they could have joy in it even just a little bit.
But she was soon proved wrong. Her 'comrades' left her to be eaten to save themselves. She thought that it was fine. But the 'monsters' she expects to eat her were more of 'devils' in the humans' clothing. She was tortured, experimented and she toyed mentally, physically, and spiritually. Her being was put in place worse than death.
And finally, she came to rest.]
"You wrote...this story?" she asks.
The other person laughs crazily: "It's so sad, right? Haha!"
Her face darkens. She looks into the sky and calms herself.
The other person became puzzled: "Do you remember your—"
Bam!
She smashed her friend's face to the table and fanned herself.
In her first life, she lived only to be tortured and became someone else's stepping stone. In her second life, she came to know that her first life was nothing but a fraudulent novel, that she's only damn cannon fodder.
When she opened her eyes again, it's already her third life.
She blinks her eyes. How come it resembles the settings of her first life?
"Groans.."
...It's the same, but it seems like something changed in the gender department?
LIght_Novel_San · Terror
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