SanjarAli

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.
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Reincarnated into another world of a novel he had read, in the body of an inconsequential orphan character. 

However, immersion in all common types of entertainment indifferently in his free time had blended and obscured almost all memories of them as he was never interested in such things, taking no true joy in them, and they were all just time killers for him.

Will he flourish despite destined obscurity in an unknown grim narrative?

Or... the opposite... 

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At least 2 chapters per day. 

Bonus chapters each week:

100 PS/10 GT: 1 chapter

200 PS/20 GT: 2 chapters

300 PS/30 GT: 3 chapters

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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.

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Reincarnated as a Fantasy Terrorist

Aisam knocked on the iron door of his base.

"Alright, alright, just a moment."

"Oh, Hi bro," she said opening the door immediately not seeing the girl she brought standing beside him.

As soon as she opened the door, she looked straight ahead at him noticing that his hair had a few traces of blood on it and him wearing a cloak he didn't have hiding his real clothes beneath.

Leaning in she grasped both of his arms while locking eyes closely with him, "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" she yelled with furrowed brows and concerned expression.

"OW!" he exclaimed due to her sudden grasp, "Don't worry, it is nothing serious. I just got into a skirmish on the way here."

She gazed at him for a moment and eased her grasp as she stood straight, "I will get it outta you when we get inside."

The First Terrorhound [2]