Work hard to survive, thats the way of life he knows. Firmly believing that hard work would eventually save him, he toils along.
But of course, the world is not always fair.
Death steals him before the eyes of his family, and all his hard work come to an abrupt end. Yet all is not lost. By the grace of some higher being, he is given a second chance to live again.
But of course, there is a catch. There is always a catch. In his case, several. His soul is thrust into a body that he does not know, in a world that is not his own but in a fantasy filled one with monsters, elves, dwarves, and a number of other creatures. His knowledge is lacking, he has no family, nor does he own anything of worth. Worst of all, he is not even human.
He is but a Malicia with nothing but a handful of friends.
This world is unforgiving, were strength rules supreme. A world where, in a moment of carelessness, you can be swallowed whole.
And yet, this is his new life. A precious second chance, a silver thread of hope that kept him from true death.
So he must live on.
[Author's Note: Hi everyone, this is my first story published in this site. Any reviews and constructive criticism is highly welcomed]
(Decided to discontinue this book because I will be rewritting everything from the beginning and will make a new book with different title)
Reincarnation is something I don't know exists until I'm reborn in another world.
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I was a little brother to the one who created the story called Second World. But now, I am reincarnated as non-existing character called Max. He is the older brother to the heroine of the story. Max was never existed in the story, ever since my sister started the story. The heroine don't have any siblings but then I am here.
Did my existence change the plot?
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