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We Spared No Expense

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
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Omniscient Gacha you are too expensive!!

Rayne was a man who lived a life of solitude, burdened by depression and the monotony of mere existence. But when death unexpectedly claims him, he is given a second chance—awakening in the world of his favorite fantasy gacha game. Reborn as the son of a humble farming family, Rayne now knows true happiness for the first time in his life: a loving mother and father, a playful younger sister, and the simple joys of village life. Yet, his tranquil days are not without mystery. A strange system, tied to a gacha mechanic from his past, grants him power at a price, while faint echoes of his former life linger in the shadows. Rayne has vague memories of ten extraordinary beings—heroes of unparalleled beauty and strength—whom he cherished deeply in the game. Though scattered across the world and unaware of his rebirth, their unwavering love and devotion continue to influence the fate of the realm. For now, Rayne focuses on the present: helping his family, honing his skills as a hunter, and learning the values of patience and hard work. But as the quiet days pass, small hints of a larger destiny begin to surface. In the depths of the forest and beyond the horizon lie remnants of a past he thought was just a game—and a future that may draw him back to the very beings he once favored above all. As the bonds of family ground him in the present, Rayne’s peaceful existence begins to intertwine with the grander schemes of the world. Can he hold onto the happiness he’s found, or will the echoes of his past life pull him into a story far greater than he ever imagined? --- Author’s Note: Hey there, amazing readers! Just a quick heads-up about my posting schedule and style. I’ll be updating one chapter every day, so you’ll always have something fresh to dive into. Each chapter is 4,000 to 5,000 words because, let’s face it, I hate cliffhangers as much as you do. My goal is to give you a satisfying, immersive read every time—no abrupt stops, just pure storytelling goodness! So buckle up, grab your favorite snack, and let’s embark on this epic journey together! Your support means the world to me—don’t forget to leave your thoughts, and I’ll see you in the chapters! Happy reading! 40000
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Spared for his amusement

"Stay still." He order. "Foolish girl! You think you can get a free pass from here through death." He said in a mocking tone. In her defense, she said, "I was only trying to save you." "Of course, how could I forget? You are my heroine, but isn’t the heroine supposed to be saving me while I fall, and instead you go to hug death." Sarcasm filled in his words, which didn’t go unnoticed as she slightly glared at him. Though his words were simple, it held something more to it than what it actually seemed. Ignoring the glare, he continued, "At least you could have just knocked it off my hands if you were so persistent on being the hero. But it's not like I wasn’t aware." "What do you mean?" she inquired, her face perplexed. Pointing to his eyes for emphasis. "Nothing ever misses these eyes. I knew it was poisoned, but I was still going to drink it; it couldn't hurt me." a proud smile on his face. A surprised expression took over her face before she said, "You never know what new poison has been created to harm you." His lips curled up. "Are you offering yourself as the poison? Because I would definitely take all of it." ---- Vanessa Storm is a witch without abilities; she escaped from her massacred town only to end up in the grasp of a night creature whose hatred for humans was a mystery to many. Will she be able to escape from this one? King Theodore's hatred for humans didn’t stop him from having his own fun. One would have thought that his hatred came naturally from his being a vampire, but there was more to it than what met the eye. ‘Death’ was something Theodore gave instantly, so why should there be a difference in Vanessa’s case?
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