ExQuartz_Roachina

#Yandere #Obsession #Bloody #Manipulation It was a known fact. Everyone would enter the circle of reincarnation upon their deaths, eventually forgetting their own memories before starting a new life. It was their libration. Alastor knew that, and when he was faced with either being caught and tortured or jumping down, he decided the latter. As much as this life meant for him, Alastor knew he wouldn't be missing much. His potential was too great to waste on this life. However, something went wrong. Once Alastor opened his eyes again, he had to arch his brow in disbelief, “What the heck is the meaning of this?” A floating shadow formed a holographic screen in front of him, with clear words written there on it, [Welcome, Player Alastor! Unfortunately, something wrong happened and your reincarnation had failed. However, now you have a chance to play in our glorious world, Esme!] Alastor had many things running through his head, especially once he noticed the additional line at the end, [Esme Game is going to start in 29:23:59]

From my childhood, I was living a mixed life. Was I blessed or was I cursed? I had a contrary view over my life. But I was never alone despite everyone around me abandoning me. Another voice was echoing through me, telling me to not be afraid. At one point, I almost succumbed into a life under the shadow, but someone eventually pulled me out of it and placed me under the spotlight. I thought I was freed forever, but the Echo told me that I was wrong. And it was all proven true on the day I discovered the true face of my beloved, who cheated on me without any shame. That day, I felt my world breaking apart. We were always together, I thought we would be together forever. Like some sort of beautiful fantasy. Silly, yet warm. Somewhere I could escape to. A home. It wasn't too much. But somehow, it all started that day. Or did it start before it? I don't remember. My memories are failing me. He told me I shouldn't stay. He told me I'll only get hurt no matter how I try to please him. He did not lie… Then, why did it hurt so much? Maybe because I truly loved him, seeing him with another had me broken to pieces. It wasn't fun, but… It wasn't the worst. That day, I finally decided. ‘Leave.’ It was as if a trigger had been pulled, and my life moved again in a hectic direction. I've met people I thought I won't be meeting again, and was stranded between so many fights of interests. I could only fight for myself there. This time, not only the Echo was with me. Another person was there, supporting me unconditionally. Giving me the confidence to move. Still, I will forever wonder… What choice is the right one? I guess I'll never know until I reach my destination.

Isadora always liked her name. It was a gorgeous, unique title for her among her friends, especially in their era as it was both authentic and prestigious. However, what she did not know was that this name had a huge history behind it. One day, after an unfortunate incident, Isadora found herself in a familiar yet strange place. She was vaguely aware at that moment— She was not in the same world she had been living in before. This gave her a brief idea, a theory about how her life would be from that moment onward. But everything was not what she had expected it to be. Instead of simply living in another world, Isadora was forced into an adventure of hopping to several worlds after it. In each of them, she felt herself being thrown amidst the angry, sharp fangs of the beasts around her. Despite that, a voice helped her to go through these worlds as she avenged those people she took over their bodies. [Who am I?] The owner of the voice's identity was just another mystery she wanted to solve along the way. “Yes, who are you?” [I have many names, many lives, and many things that I can answer this with… How about you know after we clear the next world?] Thus, not just to find out how to stop that cycle of transmigration she found herself in, but to also know that person better, Isadora confidently walked her path, dethroning anyone who stood in her way. The only question that had never left Isadora was, ‘At the end of this never-ending cycle, would I be able to rest and know who you are?’