
In SerialTwice Lived Fantasy Psychological
Previously called Standard Reincarnation Story
In a fraction of a moment, the Earth was no more. The planet was destroyed, and billions and billions of people were dead. And it was all an accident.
This is the story of Elm. A regular American born once on earth and given a chance to be reborn again on a planet with magic and monsters and dungeons. Except that for Elm, this is far from the idealistic reincarnation into a loving family -- the standard story of a child raised by loving parents who teach him the ways of the world,
Instead, Elm is born into a family of inquisitors. An order of nobility that is dedicated to hunting down and killing "Twice-Lived" -- the name society has for people like Elm who are reincarnated with all their memories of their past life intact.
Disclaimer
This story is:
1) Extremely violent and graphic.
2) Still in a rough draft stage. I see what I am writing more like a synopsis than a fully fledged story. I periodically will go back to flesh out earlier chapters, build characters, etc... If you find the words "Show don't tell," comforting accept that unfortunately, I'm not at that stage of the writing process yet.
3) At one point this story was called "Standard Reincarnation Story," and I had written an extremely off-putting description of the story. This was mostly to keep out people who would just read the silly first few chapters then rage quit as soon as the violent stuff got started. Since I just had my first .5 star rating (without a page read count increase) that technique is not working, so I might as well treat this as a regular fiction and try to get regular readers.
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1. Chapter 1 - When It Happened
2. Chapter 2 - Reassignment
3. Chapter 3 - The Choice
4. Chapter 4 - Newborn
5. Chapter 5 - Inquisitors
6. Chapter 6 - Daily Routine
7. Chapter 7 - Crimes and Punishment 1
8. Chapter 8 - Crimes and Punishment 2
9. Chapter 9 - Back into the Groove
10. Chapter 10 - A New Instructor
11. Chapter 11 - Into the Forest
12. Chapter 12 - Learning to Kill
13. Chapter 13 - Learning to heal
14. Chapter 14 - Practical Lessons
15. Chapter 15 - Don't Look At Me Part 1
16. Chapter 16 - Don't Look At Me Part 2
17. Chapter 17 - Dungeon Dive Part 1
18. Chapter 18 - Wilmette Speaks
19. Chapter 19 - Dungeon Dive Part 2
20. Chapter 20 - The Ballad of Cart-San
21. Chapter 21 - Dialogues
22. Chapter 22 - Shopping
23. Chapter 23 - A few days later
24. Chapter 24 - Rites of Passage
25. Chapter 25 - Moving on
26. Chapter 26 - Strawberry Fields
27. Chapter 27 - Into The Mountains
28. Chapter 28 - Runners
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Remember that I still with you.
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