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Rewriting it as Rebirth of the villain God

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.
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Together: Where Names Don’t Matter

IMPORTANT NOTE: Before you start the story, there are a few things you should know. First of all, the beginning might feel a bit slow. The first six chapters are intentionally dense and a little vague. You’ll probably get a clearer sense of the story’s true shape and tone starting around chapter 7. Second, my chapters are short — around 400–500 words each, except for the early ones. That’s just my current limit. Writing 1,500 words per chapter daily isn’t realistic for me at the moment. But if I get more used to writing regularly, I hope to make them longer in the future. And finally, thank you so much for giving my story a chance. As a new author, I’m doing my best. Please don’t forget to leave a comment with your thoughts — I’ll do my best to reply to every one of them! SYNOPSIS: The Kingdom of Lindre was experiencing one of the most glorious periods in its history. After three long and harsh years of war, it had finally defeated Renalis and carved its name deeper into history. Despite Lindre’s remarkable achievements, the situation for the kingdom’s nobility was far from ideal. The newly gained lands, treasures, and people had turned into tools of politics and greed inside the royal palace. Amidst all this turmoil, one of those struggling to survive was Princess Alia Muriel Lindre, the youngest and third daughter of the royal family. Unfortunately, Alia’s past held an unpleasant incident that had made her time in the palace difficult. And now, caught in the whirlpool of political chaos, her challenges were only growing heavier. However, Alia was not one to give up easily. She would cling to hope with all her strength and no matter what came her way, she was determined to reach the peace she longed for.
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