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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[Reincarnation Process initiated...]
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[THE UNIVERSAL REINCARNATION SYSTEM IS MALFUNCTIONING!]
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[Fantasy Terror System Installed]
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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

"Lady Aria, please, wake up already! You're going to be late for the Eldrin Academy admission test," urged the maid, her voice tinged with urgency, as she shook the girl's shoulders gently.

"Ahh... Just 5 more minutes..." mumbled the girl, her emerald shoulder-length hair tousled as she tried to bury herself deeper into her covers.

"Sigh... I think I have to tell your mother about this," the maid sighed, turning to leave the room.

Suddenly, the girl's hand shot out, grabbing the maid's arm. "Please, DO NOT tell Mom, I will get prepared right away," she pleaded, her striking bright green eyes wide with alarm.

"Ha... Alright, then please hurry," the maid relented, extricating her hand and exiting the room.

With a burst of energy, the girl leaped out of bed and began a frantic flurry of activity, bathing, dressing, and grooming herself in record time.

The Female MC