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I Was Reincarnated Into a Dice,and Now the Hero Won’t Stop Throwing Me

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I died. Got reincarnated. As a baby girl? …Wait. No. I thought I was reincarnated into her. Turns out I’m just stuck with her. Hanging around her neck like some cheap accessory. I’m the dice. And this dumb heroine keeps throwing me around like used tissue... Like I did in my past life. My rolls cast spells. Random ones. Sometimes I heal. Sometimes I explode. It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. (Spoiler: I’m not fine.) But something about her feels familiar... And the more she throws me, the more I start to think she’s one of those evil soap opera stepmoms — the kind who feeds her stepkids expired milk and smiles while doing it. She yeets me like there’s no tomorrow... FMDL. *************************************** Hi, I’m EdenC. This story starts as chaotic comedy but slowly pulls you into something more — a slow-burn fantasy about memory, fate, and the absurd beauty of being stuck with someone who might just save you. Or break you. Give it a shot through Chapter 20. If you’re into layered characters, delayed reveals, and emotionally unstable dice, well... welcome home. Your feedback means the multiverse to me — praise, roasts, or just your favorite joke. Thanks for reading!
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