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“---Justice for!-- The whole world grieves for the death of--”

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“---A grave loss was upon the world today to know that-------”

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“An auction of a famous book had been currently put up to sale.The infamous children’s story book that had caused a young woman her very life. Its pages disturbingly covered in blood as she had it between her arms to her gruesome death is now being put out on display in a museum carrying its dark history along with it that forever shocked the nations---”

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“Not many liked her when she was alive because of her strict nature but certainly, many has learned to loved her at her death”

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“’Poverty is no more!’, a famous quote everybody has been saying ever since the will of the late young billionaire Ms. @##$%#$$ was released in public as all of her fortune had been donated to the poor”

*static noise*

“---Why she died? A tearful story really, she was just a young woman who hang unto the last memory her late parents had given her, that old book was all she had that reminded her of them but now sadly it had also caused her her life”

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“Ms. @##$%#$$,a famous young billionaire was only 23 years old when she passed away. People have speculated that it might have been a rumor at first but the authorities have confirmed it to be true. She was reported missing a few weeks ago  but was later identified as the owner of the body  inside the mysterious suitcase that  was floating about and discovered near a bridge”

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“The criminal is facing life imprisonment after being found guilty of her murder. The woman was so psychologically deranged that it’s disturbing. Her strange obsession towards her niece and believing that she was a part of some cult simply because of a book was her reason to commit such heinous crime”

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“It is said that the book,’Mostly Sunny’, as innocent as it may look is believed to actually been cursed? Due to the dreadful history of every single one of its beholders. From the author himself who was believed to have turned insane and hang himself after writing the book to the publisher who drowned herself after receiving the book, the printing company that burned down after releasing the book, and to the couple who bought it and died before they even reached home and now, their daughter who was brutally dismembered because of the book. Truly, the most darkest case of the decades!”

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“Her own Aunt murdered her!---”

“There’s only the original copy of that darn book and there ain’t any other prints so of course! Collectors consider it a rare jewel!”

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               And that, was the story of how I last died.The book had deemed its purpose.

It was but a way for me to be called back into the rolling.

After fulfilling their duties of the universe, the gods would gather together to play in their leisure. A challenge is a must and gambling inexcusable, they play any game of the sort to waste their infinite time and one of which is a favorite, puppets.

 And I, happen to be one of those puppets. A marionette embedded with their blessing. Specialized souls crafted to their adore, ones directly under their definite control. We are endlessly played but were made to resemble humans where every lifespan is forgotten in death, and for the other puppets, that sort of luxury is true. But unlike the others, I am woke of the reality. I know that gods are brutal and that they find it entertaining to destroy  what they create.

Life is only a game for them, quite literally.

To live, die, and reset. That is the only purpose we serve for our existence. I’ve lived for so long under their control that I began to hideously envy those of the rest of the mortals who get to enjoy the pleasantry of the bliss of life that I cannot. To be woke is to have seen through everything that they desired of you and been you. It is as though my memory is immortal. I was created for them, to serve their wills never meant to be aware of anything let alone of everything, yet I am. Despite not being divine, with this ability of mine, might I be considered a god as well? But what’s an ability without power? I am bound to divinities but I am nowhere near as ethereal. I am but less than the gods servants, less than the matter of space that they step foot in.

It is a gift so useless because I have no fate.

And because I have to endure all this, I’ll make it everyone’s fucking problem.