The Detective is Already Dead - Chapter 158: Re:birth

David, reborn into the world of Resident Evil, accidentally killed a reincarnator and activated the system that had always been inactive within him.From that moment on, he embarked on a path of plundering beauties and wealth, traveling across different worlds of movies, games, and anime.In the Saw universe, he seduced and fucked Jigsaw's wife. In the vast Marvel Multiverse, he fucked beauties like Natasha Romanoff and the Scarlet Witch.Even the cosmic entity Phoenix Force couldn't escape his hands.Still not satisfied, he went to the DC world, where he slept with Wonder Woman, the seductive Catwoman, the Queen of the Atlantis Mera, and countless others.But even all of these were merely fleeting moments in his endless journey across the infinite cosmos.With each world, he faced constant challenges, plundered unimaginable resources, and stole away the romantic encounters and wealth that were destined for the so-called male protagonists.“Only children make choices.”“I want everything!!!”

“Why is it that Emiya keeps showing up everywhere? Can you please stop summoning me already?!”The outlier of the countless Emiya, the last of the Knights of the Round Table, the conscience of Chaldea, the wielder of the Third Magic, King of the Lostbelt, the man Alaya can never have, and the sis-con deity: Emiya Sakatsuki.***When Shirou Emiya, in the dungeons of Ainsworth Castle, summoned a soul from another world, the young man holding the Fate Compendium began his journey.He started his journey in the world of Fate/Zero; on a planet where the Root has dried up; a Holy Grail War involving fourteen Heroic Spirits; the Grand Order set in motion to save humanity…Keep going like this, a traveller from another land—Until the moment the loop of fate closes.“I just want to chill at home like Merlin! If this keeps up, I'm going to end up split into countless pieces sooner or later!”“Aren't you already split into pieces now, Onii-chan?!”

Every author loves their story.Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.Everyone loves their work.But some forget they did.

The previous lords have committed as many atrocities as possible to fill their bellies. I, the only daughter of that house, had discovered that my servant and lover was a spy.

And as the people wanted, my life ended with my execution.

However, with the memory of getting beheaded intact, I began a new life. I was planning to shoulder the sins of my past life and become a nun, but by some trick of fate, I came to work as a maid for the current lord.

Under my former lover, whose name, age and even hair colour were all lies.