[BL] The Ice Prince and his Fairy

Waking up Reborn

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Thinking back, Qin Rong couldn't help but think of all the stuff he'd miss out on now that he was dead.

All those manga and comics he'd never finish.

All the TV shows left unwatched.

All the foods he was too poor to eat.

Not having the chance to snap the neck of that bastard that killed him.

That's what bothered him the most. He knew it was someone on their team that did it. He couldn't be sure who since there was a lot of people there. Was it Phish, the snippy bitch or maybe it was that pervert, Coyote. Heck, it might have even been Mr Stark, just to cut ties with him.

It was hard to say and he knew he'd never learn who killed him. It was frustrating but such was life. Or death, in this case.

Speaking off, he was a bit confused. He'd been aware of his floating status but he'd never heard of a afterlife that subsisted solely on floating in a void. Was it like one of those novels where souls got picked up by systems and were sent off to do tasks?

But if that was the case, where was his welcome party?

With that, Qin Rong called out, trying to get anyone to respond. After many tries, he stopped, getting bored of the useless endeavor and chose to relax. He might as well if there was noting else to do.

Minutes turned to hours into days and perhaps years but still no one came.

Qin Rong remained calm, used to being alone and isolated so it wasn't much. It was just boring.

After what felt like a decade, a light appeared before him, a faint voice speaking distantly. He couldn't hear the words but they sounded pissed. Just as the light consumed him, a second voice called out.

[Ah shit, wait a sec-]

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Qin Rong felt weak.

Everything hurt and his body felt like it was near death. Something was caked on his face and smell made him want to puke. The only reason he hadn't was that there was nothing to vomit out.

Panting, Qin Rong tried to calm himself, as he'd learned to do as a child and figure out what was happening. Going from an empty void to pain and hunger was startling to say the least.

Slowing his breaths, he tried to listen out for anyone. After a minute, he could almost make out wind, but it was faint which meant he must be indoors. His hands had been twitching for a while, so he knew he was lying on a stone floor, the only part of which that was warm was the place his bare chest was on. Everything else was cold, so most likely, he was either in a basement or in a cave but he was weighing in favor of the former. The stones were clearly bricks.

After minutes of struggling, Qin Rong gained the strength to roll over onto his back, wincing as pain laced through him. Open fucking wounds on his back!

Biting his lip, he suppressed a scream of pain as he struggled to get upright. The exercise was, as expected, painful but worth it. His head was muddled from hunger and possibly head injury, but he couldn't be sure until he got a look at himself.

Where the hell was he? He wondered, trying to wipe whatever was on his face. It was wet and smelled gross but it was a smell he knew.

Rotting food and puke.

Where ever he was, they'd tossed rotting food to a starving person. This person had probably tried to eat it and then puked it out when they got sick. Qin rong would have felt disgusted if not for the cruelty of such a action.