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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 · Fantasia
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76 Chs

The 'Test' Tournament [8]

"Let the games begin!" said the man, his voice a sinister one that sent chills down spines.

He stood, cloaked in darkness, the fabric of his cloak merging seamlessly with the shadows.

His mask, obscuring all but his eyes, revealed deep black orbs filled with a disturbing, almost ecstatic joy.

The cloak seemed to drink in the light, rendering him nearly invisible had he not chosen to step into the spotlight.

Perched on top of an iron tablet bathed in a stark, cold light, his figure remained an ominous silhouette. 

"Wha—" Violeth's words died on her lips as realization dawned on her, her eyes widening with horror at what was about to unfold.

Thud.

With a swift motion, the man raised his right arm and brought it crashing down onto the iron tablet beneath him.

The wires suspending it snapped with a resounding twang, and jaws dropped in unison across the room.