Quick Transmigration: On The Path Of A Second Chance

Prologue

A young girl laid unnaturally still in the middle of the road, lifeless amidst the panicked chaos she had uncaringly caused.

A police officer tiredly ran a calloused hand through his greying hair, deep wrinkles on his forehead, feeling exceptionally old despite being only in his late thirties as he stared at the scene before him.

Witnesses claimed the girl had walked in the middle of traffic and was immediately ran over by a car.

Another suicide, a weary voice whispered in his mind.

Currently, the other officers were investigating her identity as she possessed neither an ID or a phone in her backpack full of school materials. They were second-hand items and had various names of old owners and apart from a few notebooks signed by the name 'Alice P.', they didn't have any other clues.

Of course, the lab was already examining the DNA they had sent so it was just a matter of time. 

A sigh fell from his lips as horns beeped loudly from a few irked drivers, mad at having to take another way to their destination and he wondered what reasons the girl had to be pushed to such extreme measures.

Really, what was the world turning into to have so many suicidal kids?

This little girl wasn't the first and certainly wasn't going to be the last child to die like this, yet onlookers only felt indifference after the initial panic and pity.

He sadly prayed that the little girl would be happy wherever she was now.

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Where was she?

Around her was an endless abyss of darkness and she shivered at the terrifying cold slowly engulfing her body.

She didn't know how much time had passed, only that she was turning crazy in this strange place. Was this her punishment? Bitter tears streamed down her face as she pitied herself. She really was pathetic. A fool. A stupid, little girl.

She couldn't stand this void any longer, she wanted to go back. She wanted to go back to her little annoying siblings and ask for a long hug and hundred of kisses from both of them. She wanted to hear her mom's voice telling her to wash the dishes and do other house chores. She wanted to go back and immediately do her homework instead of procrastinating till' eleven o'clock at night. She wanted to go to school and listen to her teachers' lessons and chat with her classmates during breaktime. She wanted to go back and make friends.

She wanted, she wanted.

She wanted a lot of impossible things but couldn't have them and the only one to blame was herself.

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Processing information...18%...27%...59%...69%...80%...96%...100%. Processing information completed.

"Greetings, Host 108. I am system n. 505. Do you wish to go back to your old life?"

Alice blinked at the darkness, wondering if she finally lost it. Most probably.

"Do you wish to go back to your old life?" The computer-like voice echoed once more in this dark pit, and Alice cautiously licked her lips before responding.

"Ye-yes," her voice cracked midway from disuse so she cleared it as she looked around. There was nothing else but her. "I do." Anything was better than this maddening existence.