Metempychosis: Quest of Rebirth

Soon after the enflamed magnificent sphere hid behind the horizon, a crescent shaped moon convoyed by an ocean of stars claimed the night, and an icy chilling breeze arrived soon after.Within the city of Meden, precisely in a town situated in the heart of the dirty and dreadful area known as shantytown, there was an peculiar looking street accommodating a plethora of buildings aligned in a zigzag pattern.Those buildings were built without any consideration of the environmental hazards and health related impact it would create; it was solely built with the objective of making money.They buildings were poorly built, each of them looking like a ton of blocks stacked together with no planning whatsoever.Well there’s a reason it’s called the slums, I guess.Anyway, one of those half-baked apartment housed a caramel brown haired youth with pale white skin, and tugged in shabby clothes.And when I say pale white skin, I mean he looked unhealthy as hell!From his unkempt hair, worn out clo

These has gone beyond just being unlucky. Heck this concerns luck I mean in all my years of reading transmigration novels I have never come across a novel, where the protagonist or the villain doesn't get ANY memories of their current life *Sighs* Why are you so curel fate? Haa…. The memory stuff might not seem like much right now, but when shit gets real, things go REALLY bad Yes, I did write Sam’s settings, but I have no idea how he acts in reality, no IDEA! *Sighs* Sam is supposed to be a rich kid. And I, being who I am, loves that fact. But the thing now is, if what I wrote in my novel is really what will happen. Then I have only two options. I can decide to join the protagonist and his weak ass friends to save this world Or Probably die Obviously, am choosing neither. You see though I still have my memory problems, I have formulated a third option I will stop the canon Yes-yes, shut up already I know It sounds like a protagonist stuff, but what other freaking

Under scorching hot sun, a boy dressed in black zip up hoody and white joggers, could be seen sitting under the branches of a tree which served as a canopy, His pale white skin, as white as snow, brought out his merlot eyes, and his red hair as bright as a rose in the peak of its bloom, swayed about in the intense wind, Sitting in a hunched position, he tiled his head down lost in a pool of thoughts, as he supported his left arm on a black opaque board, ' i have to find a way around this, or i might as well kiss my plans goodbye' he thought, with a disturbed look. "Tsk" clicking his tongue in frustration, he let out a mild groan. Scanning the surrounding unscrupulously, he sent his finger through his hair and sighed heavily, as though tired of the green scenery. You see the only peculiar thing about Darren was his face, asides that, he was below average and untalented as shit. And that was also the reason he was stuck at iron [level 1] even at a

In about thirty minutes, a black hover vehicle pulled over by the parking lot in [sector 2]. "i will be back in an hour, so wait here" i instructed Tania who was at the verge of stepping out."But young master, your memories are not fully restored, so i need to protect you" she replied, with a clear show of concern."no need, just wait here, i will be back in less than thirty minutes, i just need to grab a book""o,okay" With a 180 degree turn, I bolted towards the entrance of the library. You see, the library is one of human creations left untouched, it is there to serve as a reminder of how civilization was, before advancement, so its more or less a relic of the past. The building is humongous, but the architectural design is similar to your every day library. Getting to the entrance, there was a sudden movement and a figure appeared, "Oh shit" i was in high speed, barely able to slow down. -Doom "Arghhh!" screaming, i held my head in pain."I'm sorry, are you