Turtle034

He's been alive too long to be fazed anymore. He knew this would happen eventually.

He stared at the Man, who had ended him in every life before, and this one too. He played with him, tortured him, and tried to break Pyry.

But He had never succeeded. The guy was more resilient than a cockroach, no matter how many times He killed him, killed his family, broke his girlfriends, he still stood up. Insulting Him, the Man that was practically God, for daring to not break.

He sliced Pyry's neck, ending his life swiftly. Blood spurted out from the arteries he sliced.

So ends Pyry's uncountable latest death, staring at Him, looking at God.
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Hi! It's me, the Author here! This is my first book, and I'm not really confident as it's just a newer story idea I've had in my mind for a few days.
I finally grew the balls to publish it though, so yay me?
My update schedule will be all over the place, I'll try one chapter a week but... yeah. 

I might not finish this web novel, or I might finish it. Who knows? ┐( ˘_˘)┌
I won't be going premium though, so rejoice at being able to read my mediocre novel for free!

The cover art is not mine, so if the owner wants it removed contact me and tell me please. (I don't know how copyright works, I'm 14 for goodness sakes! I'm really sorry if I did something wrong. (• ▽ •;)

Anyways, thanks for understanding.

Your's truly, 

Turtle

Reborn, A Million

I open my eyes to this hellish landscape once again, the world I've come to detest so much, earth. I had been reborn once more. Hundreds of deaths, and hundreds of life's.


I've learned how to do everything, yet I can't seem to do anything right. All I feel now is empty. It doesn't matter what I do, He will follow me, and He will take from me.


In this life, and the next. That is my future, and that is my fate. So I can't seem to feel joy anymore.


'Or maybe I was born as a psychopath in this life.' I mused to myself, as my new mother held me in her arms, smiling at me gently with tears in her eyes. She had no idea that her baby was a stillborn, already dead, and that I had just occupied it's body. Like the disgusting parasitic worm that I am.


The doctors must think it's a miracle for a heart to start beating without any stimulus. I giggled as I looked at my young brown haired mother. I needed to act the part of a baby.


I've come to enjoy these years, having to do nothing but relax, and have everyone else do things for me. These were always my most cherished memories.


The loving warmth of my mothers always amazed me. It used to fill me with an indescribable joy and sense of safety. But I knew that they couldn't do anything against Him. It was only a matter of time before I died, and I would be their welcoming it with open arms once more.


Prologue: Reborn, Again.