Chapter 1: Restart
Hello there. My name is Erin. I am what is known as a Reincarnator. My soul travels from world to world after my body passes and moves on into a new host. Problem is, I don't get control over the body.
I'm somewhat of a spectator. A simple voice in one's head. Odd isn't it? Yeah, I thought so too. I've only reincarnated twice and both my host bodies haven't really survived for very long due to them always refusing to accept my advice.
I can't really blame them, though. It would be kinda freaky to have some random entity residing within your mindscape, giving you advice and talking to you. It might have been better if I were to reincarnate into my hosts when they are young, so that my influence would have and easier time to develop but unfortunately I can't exactly control who I reincarnate into.
So, here you have it, a reincarnator of the mental age of 23 living a teenager of this new world. This host seems fairly accepting though. He occasionally converses with me when in need of advice or the like and I have been gradually imparting bits and pieces of my memory of martial arts to him. All is well.
It's pretty funny because all the other worlds that I've been into have always been fantasy worlds. A shame, truly, that my hosts were retarded.
In all honesty, as far as I could tell, this might have been the world that my first life grew up in. The technology appears to be the same heck, even the timeline seems exactly the same.
I actually almost believed that it was, until of course... the prompt showed up on his computer screen.
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[Want to know the meaning of life? Want to live a real life?]
[Yes/No]
Haven: Erin, I think my computer is hacked.
[Sigh. No, Haven unfortunately that isn't the case.]
Haven: ...What do you mean?
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In reply, I streamed some of my memories into his conscious mind.
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Haven: Oh boy. That's not good. As interesting as powers are... I don't think It'll be a good idea for me to join this death game.
[Good call. A simple life seems perfect for us.] My voice rang out.
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The mouse hovered over the No button. He clicked it. The prompt message disappeared and we went back to reading our novel once more.
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[Good. That's the end of that.]
Haven: Haha, indeed. Lets get back to the Honey glazed body of the girl once more. I think that scene was pretty spicy.
[I couldn't agree more.] I nodded.
Haven: (tapping his chin) Honestly, I expected something else to happen there. It seemed somewhat anti-climactic.
[The novel or Terror Infinity?]
Haven: Terror Infinity.
[...]
Haven: ...
[You jinxed it.]
A moment later, the world turned black.
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