Waddup, sorry but i had to do this, the chapters were confusing so i just had to make a rewrite version of this. read till your mind is satisfied, i can make atleast one chapter every 2-3 days i believe.
Blood...... Dead Bodies..... Red sky..... one life..... a man who lost everything....... a child that fought for freedom....... he lost everything....... his friends..... allies........ students........ and his loved ones....... no one....... lived....... we see a silver-blue haired girl with dull gold eyes, as if she saw this many times..... but this person is not a she.... but a he, his life started as a successful, but single, businessman. he died due to protecting his friend from a person that had a knife ready to go stabby stab. (Sorry, i had to xD) but this went on repeat.... the death of everyone..... leaving him..... the only survivor...... this person.... was named..... Rimuru.
Rimuru's hair was blown by the wind, his dull gold eyes represented he has seen this many times.
Rimuru: Again..... why..... why did it come up to this.....
<Ciel!>
Silence
<Oi Ciel!>
Silence
Rimuru: tch, why....
the voice cracked when he spoke... how many times has this happened? twice? thrice? 4 times? hundreds? no.... this went on repeat.... for thousands of times....
Rimuru: Ciel was cut off from my soul resulting her death and non-existence.... why did it come to this....
???: Ÿ̷̛̠̺͖̗̫̥̗̪̮̽͗̿̌͆͛̊̇̔͋̓̓̓̋̈́̈́͊͌́͋͂̆̔͊̆̈̄̄̈̏̿͌̊̊̄̋̑̏̏̓̕̕̕͠͠͝ớ̵̡̺͔̩͓͙̳̠̩̺̪̫̼͖̬͕̲̙̺͈̩̦̙̣̞̹̺̤͚͙̟̮͎̣̠͙̗̒̈́̊̀̒̈́͋̈́̒͆̊͆̕͜ư̸̛̰͇̲̾̈̈̈́̂̿̄͛͒̋̽̔̀͗̑́̾͊͛̓̊̂̔͗͐̀̀͒́̌̽̏̀̆͑̐̊̀̌͂́̌͗̎̉̓̽̂̇̾̿̆̕͘̕̚͝͝.̵̨̨̛̗̺̖̪͔̗̹͓͎̠̪͖̲̝̮̼͚̩̦͔͚̗̳͕͙̝̙̠̱̼̭͇̺̮͚͋͆̈́̽͗̈́̅͑́͆̔͆̀̒̚͜͝͠͠͝.̸̧̨̛̛͈͙̗͕̹̻̣͈̲̩̜͔̗̙͍̻̘̩͌͐̾̇̎͛̍͂̓̍̾̎͌̈́̌̅̍͐̅́̆͒̌̄̂̅̐̂̊̅̈̐̇̈̂̾̓͐̍͋͘̚͘͜͝͠͠.̷̛͙̞͔͉̱͍̳̝͙̺̱̱̫̫͍̅̌͂̀̋̒̇̎͑̈͊̈́͐̌́̓̂̂̈́̓̎̔͑͋̇̓̽̓̏̒̃͋͑̎̍̎́̌̽̂̅̀̈́͂͒͊̒̽͐͊́̒̚̚͝.̴̢̟̪̪̘̼̭̱̹̫̫̭̯̼̱̦̻͙̼̥͖̭̮̣̺͇͈̲̋̀̎̈̾̉̃̓̏̔̽́̎̿͐͋̒̈́̉͒͑̿̾̃̽͒͑̐͋̄̾͊̉̀̎̾̌̈́̎͗̋͌́̂̾͂̀̐̎͋̈́͗͆̽̐̈̇̌͂̎̐̆̓̚͘̕̚͘͜͝͠͝͠ ̸̨̧̧̨̨̨̨̡̜͍̘͎͈̙͍̖͎̗͔̗̣͙̻͍͉̱̪̼͙͎̜̥̯͚͕̘̰̭̟̤̖̝͈̠͓̦̥̰͙̺̯̤̥̗̖̘̦̟͇͍̼̳̩̥̭̘̲̩̭̣̋̔̏̾̉̽͆̀̕͜ͅẅ̴̛̞̮͇̯̤͖̲̟͚̤̬͈̺͓̪͇́́̐̽̈̍̄̓̆̂͗͐͂̆̾̈́̑̈́̇̆͐̄͋̀̈́͊̆̿̈́̉̓͑̇͂̓̈́̏̾͛̚̚͝a̷̡̫̥̭̟͎̦̯̼͕͈̪̭̘̠͖̩̻̒͌͑̐͂̀̌̈́͒̐͗͜ń̷̡̬̖̙̗͚̲̟̥̫̖̰̯̞͎̲͓̰̗͇̖̺̗̿̂̀̒̄̓̒͊̈́̕͘ͅt̷̢̛̻̜̻̮̤̪̣̥̖̜̬͕̘͉̠͐̀̆̂̏͂͆̊̋̋̒̉̓̋́̌̽̒́̊͋̏̈́̚̕͘͘͜͝.̴̢̡̛͓̯͓͇͔͇͔̯͈̰̮̘͇͍̰̞̜̱̟̱̹͖̮̠̅̌̌̌̀͋̓̈́̑̇̀́̆̽̾̎́̓̋̒͑̐̇̆̍̂͒̈́̅̋̂̾̂̾̒̓̂̍̿̈́̅͒̀̈́̆͐̿̈́̽͐̀͐̂̏̏̉́̚̚̕̚͝͠͝.̵̢̧̨̡̢̗̼̦̞̬͓͔͍̝̥̦͇̘̘͔̫̗͉̥̖̗͕͇͖͍̱̤̦̯̦̺̗͓̘̖̙̽̈̎̈́̆͋̃̉̆ͅͅ.̷̛͇̦̳̰̥̝͉̪̩̻̦̹̯̣̭͉͔͍̹̥͕͇͇̞͕͇͍͔̗̮̝̲̬͍̰̟̰̬̜͍̪͖͉͖͚̳̞̗͊̓̐̂̃̑͊͐͐͒̌́̃͛̽̀̏͑̈́͊͋̄̔͒͂̾͊̊̈̑͆͒͊́̇̂̊̾͑̕̕͜͠͠͠ͅͅͅ.̸̨̡̛̛̛̱͕͖̰͖̹͍̱͚̯͇͚̻̥̣̟͈̩̤̈́̒̏͑̌̉̈́̆̍̅̿͌́̏͌̔́͑̓̎̍͂̉̓̍̉͛̔́́̉̉̃̃͑̿̓̿̊̄̉̎̀̕̕̚̕͠͝͠͝͠ͅ ̸̢̨̛͎̮̯͙͉̦̰̼̻̫͇͓͇̲͙͍̮̮͔͓̟͙͍̯̙̘̹̯̞̝̖͙͔̫͔͖̰̦̗̓͑͋͗͒̊̈̆̽̌̃͋̃̆̐͋́̍̾͗̏̃̐̀͘̕͝ả̴̡̧̢̰̭͓̲̹̲̲͔͍̤͚̜̞̼͎̗͇̰̖͍̃̊̅̈̄͑̈́̓́͌̂͘̕͘̚͜͠ͅn̵̢̧̧̛̩̮̥̞̣̙̬͈͉̲̠̙͈̠̤̥̤̥̰͙̤̦̓̾̏̓̀̅͐̐͋́̕͜ͅͅͅo̴̧̢̡̧̢̡̭̫̹͈̗͚̦̱̳͖̦͎̙̻̪̼̞̬̝̙̗͔̤̰̺̣̱͈͍̰̩̖̪̖̬͉̞̮̗̯̿̀͌̾̔͊̇͒̑̒̎́̍̓́̊̀̿̈́̽͠͝͠ͅt̶̼̩͓͖̳̫̞̘̖̭͈͆̈́̍̈́́̒̽̍͑̏̉͋̏͑̔̇̈́́̿͂͂̅̏̈́̆̄͘̚̚͝h̴̢̧̨̛̰̰͇̯̦͔̘̱͍̯̟̣̜̲͖̮͈͈̪̺͎̭̭̰̞͍̰͖͔̳̱̥͈̲̱̜͉̼̦̩̬̜̳̟͓͎̲̮̭̤͚̜̟̳͇͍͇̪͕̣̠͙̦͇̹̫̓͗̎̉͂̏̊̀̓͌̄̀̀̾͐͛̈́̃̑͌͆͗̏͒͆̃̀̆̓͗̿̃̔̍͘͘͜͝͝ë̶̡̡̡̢̢̦̥̥̻̫͉̣̰̠͓͈̙̘̞̝͔̳̫͍̼͖͖̱̲̮̣̠̬͍͈̝͚͉̲̗̱̝̗̤͍̱̗̝͍̰̲̟̦̹͓̦̙̫̹̝͈̖́̀̒̋̉̍͗̄̾̓̃̔̀̾̇͒̇̓̆̐͗̒͊̓͑̇́̔́̒̿̃͆̏̊̋̑͌̇̊̉̃̈́͗̿̌̀̐͗͘̕̕̚͘͜͠͝͝͠ͅr̸̢̧̢̧̛̘͈͓͕̭͍͔̻͇̬͖̫̦̦͉͎̼̗̘̜̤̣̘͕͔͚̜̖̰̟̤͙̭̋̐̓̈́̊̂̉̌́͒̃̑͑̏̒͂͊̌̍̎͆̊̓̉̓̿͋̕̚̚͜͝͠ͅ.̵̢̡̧̨̨̢̩̜̙̰̤̩͍̫̦̹͓͕̺̼̮̜̰̠̩̞̙͔͉͖̩̳̹͙̙̲̣̙̹̥̝̬̠̦̳̬͖̘̗̫̱̳̬͉̤̓́̔̅̔́͗̔̂̿̒̔͂̔͗͋̈́̈̊̌̔̍̎̔̆͂̔͂͂̌͌̊́̒̉̇͌̇͂̎͌̑̈̈́͂͘̚̚̚͜.̶̢̢̛̛̛̞̣̖̼̮͉̭̒̓̒̿͛̀͑̿̊͋͊̓́̐̌̈́́͗̉̃̊̒̐̈̽̉͑͒̓̈͌̃̋̂͑̆̒̈́̈́͐̿͐̋͑̚̕̚͜͠͝͠͠͝.̵̧̛̛̗̼͔̪̭̼͓͇͍̺̻̪̹̅͑͑͗̅̈́͑̀͊̈͂̈́͒́̆̎̅́̓̾͊̀͋͛̂̿̓̉͆̈̋̊͒̓̈́̊̍̐̓̈̌̾͌̈́̾̊̅͊́̄͛̂̂̑͒̀̇̌̕͘̚̕͘̕͝͝.̵̨̧̢̧̛͈͈̘̱̳̭̝͚͇͉̙͖̭̣̻̝͓̖̪͙̳̘͍̘̼͈̥̲͔͚͉̻͙̼̥̳̮̳̲͍͖̩͖̔́̓̍̓̀̎̏̆̿͊̾̅̉̓̿͗͒̀̂͆̈́̋̈́͒͂̂̀̇́̿͆͒̈́̂̈̂̂̚̕͘͘̕͜͝͠ ̷̨̨̨̛͈͉̺̮̥̖̙͇̥͚̳͉͕͓͓̯̩̺̜̬̫̺̭̘̙̙̞̰̭̘͕̤̭̫̯̰̙̭̠͓͙̼̥̰̀̿̓͆̾̊̐͐̆̋̐͊̈̒̆͐̔͜͝c̶̛̗͔̳̀̊́͑̒̂̐̄̌̈́̇̽̑͊̏̈́̀̊̈͌̊͗̔̓̓̓͐̂́̒͐̿̄́̿̿͊́̒̇͂̐̿̓̔͘͘̚͘̚̚͘̚͝h̴̢̡̡̗̞̠͖̝̭̐̒́̋̂̈́͐͗̒͒̄͆͂̀͛͑̐̾̂́̑̀̈́͋̾̇̾̏̎̊̈́̀̇̀̒̄͊̚̕͠͝͠ą̷̨̛̟͚̘̗̩̗̳̲͖̭̫͎̬̜̲̗̲̮̲͇̣̞̩͚͎̞̳͎̖̼̪͕̭̩͇̭̘͔͙̲̲̟͉̗͎̱̻̣͕̹̦̜͔͔͕̈͆͛̏͗̈́̿̓̋̅́̇̍͋̂͆̏̊͊́̓̊̈́̅̊́̈͂͊̈́̅̉̀̾̓͘͘̕͜͜͝͝͝n̶̡̡̡̨̨̨̧̼̻̰̗̱̦̙̙͎̟̞̱̜̪͙͍̟̹̝̥̦͕͓̱̘͓̼̺̠͍̲̣͙͎̹͉̹͖͍̠̮̥̦̼̪̣̜̰̭̮͖̈͆̈́̇̈͑͒̐͊̐͐͂̏̒͜͝ͅç̷̡̨̨̧̛̮̟̗͔̺̘̲̳̦̻̪̝͙̟͔̤̤͍͙̪̦̠̰̰̹̣̠̰̤̳̝̗͈̲͈̝̖̮̙͎̗̟̰̭̳͕̰̩̞͈̣̲̠̱̳̼͉̯̗̻̲͍̆͌͂͒̃̽̀̓̅̀̍̾̄̄̉̓́̔͗͑̈́̎͌̕̕͠ͅȩ̸̢̛̻̖͖̱̱̫͕̳̺̻̳͚̘̫̖̺̻̤͙̠̘̦̲̮̦̭̖̭̌̔̃͛́̄͐̋̈́͐̆̎͂̐͆̿͂͑̃̇̌̽̈́͌̊̓͂̔́̂̿̏̈̀͑̓̐̈́̀͒̂̓͌̓̾̋̾̍͋̄̓̏̽̒̈́̆̈͑̔̀͆̚̚̕͜͝͝?̴̛̰̩̠̃̐̋́͊̈́͒̔͑͋̈̈̇̑͂̆̆̈́͐̃͊̂̇̓́̎͗̓́́̄͒̓͆͆͗̂͂̂͊̈́̓̈̕͘͘͝͝͝͠͝
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Restart Of The Ultimate Being {Rewrite}
Fantasy(noticed multiple errors of the OG ROTUB so imma rewrite it, plus it seemed a bit too cliche and cringe) Years of travel, Rewinding everything again and again, he was not able to break the reality. His friends died on the same time same day on his e...