𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔
"I'm tired... I give up... It's pointless; everything will only give me deeper wounds. With this, everything should end." I stepped forward, standing at the edge of the building's floor.
"But, is everything—no, they won't care about the fate of someone like me."
"Just jump, leave this rotten world."
A voice? Is that my inner voice?
"Just jump."
Those words echoed in my mind, like the final whisper that solidified my decision. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let my body fall into emptiness. The wind roared in my ears, my heart pounded fast—but only for a moment. Then...
Crash!
My body hit the ground hard. I didn't feel any pain. Nothing... just a slight cold.
"Is this... death?" I whispered in my heart.
I was adrift in a vast ocean. The water was so calm, swallowing me in helplessness. I lay on its surface, staring at the sky without stars, just endless emptiness.
In the real world—
People screamed. Some stepped back with pale faces, while others immediately pulled out their phones.
"Quick! Call an ambulance!" A panicked voice echoed among the growing crowd.
But within my consciousness—
The voice returned. This time clearer, closer.
"Are you happy?"
I was silent.
"If we give you a new chance at life, will you use it well?"
A new chance? For what? I've given up, decided to end everything.
"What do you want?" the voice asked again.
I don't know. I just want... to be free.
But before I could answer, everything changed.
I opened my eyes.
A faint reflection appeared in the water puddle before me. A girl with silver hair that shimmered under neon lights, her golden eyes staring straight at me with a blank expression.
"Is this... me? Beautiful..."
"This girl is an orphan," the voice said, calm. "She's alone in this city. Follow my instructions so you can survive."
I had just stepped into this new world when—
Click!
"Move, you trash!"
Shink!
A cold sensation pierced my chest. My eyes widened as the knife stabbed straight into my heart. A rough man, his face filled with anger, stared at me with disgust.
Did I... die again?
My body fell to the street, blood pooling into a red puddle. My vision darkened, and my consciousness sank back into the sea of thoughts.
I was drifting again.
"Did I... fail?"
The voice didn't answer. But when I opened my eyes again—
I wasn't on a futuristic street.
This time, I lay on a soft bed with silk canopies. The room's walls were adorned with golden carvings, and the ceiling was high with sparkling crystal lights.
I sat up slowly, feeling the delicate fabric wrapping my body.
I ran to the nearest mirror.
White hair. Golden eyes.
I had reincarnated again.
But where am I now?
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I hadn't even started thinking when the voice echoed again in my head.
"Now, you are the daughter of the Tyrant King. A child of a cruel ruler feared by his people."
I swallowed hard, my eyes still staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face was the same—white hair, golden eyes. But this time, I wore a luxurious gown adorned with lace and jewels, showing my noble status.
"Survive in this world," the voice continued. "If you can."
Before I could grasp its meaning, the bedroom door creaked open.
A man with silver hair and sharp eyes stepped in. His aura was so overwhelming that I froze instantly. I knew who he was. My father in this world—the Tyrant King.
"Foolish daughter," his voice was cold, sharp as a dagger. "There's no use in having a weak child."
I didn't even get to speak before his hand rose.
Crash!
My body was thrown against the wall with terrible force. My breath caught. I felt blood trickling from my head, my vision spinning.
I died again.
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I was drifting.
I was silent.
I woke up.
This time, I was on muddy ground, wearing tattered clothes.
"A slave," the voice explained. "In this world, you were reborn as a slave in a kingdom that sells humans."
I didn't have time to react.
In the distance, I heard the sound of horses. A nobleman passed by me. I could only freeze in place.
His eyes glanced at me—then his expression twisted with disgust.
"Filthy."
And without hesitation—
Slash!
His sword swung swiftly.
My head separated from my body.
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I was drifting again.
I said nothing.
I woke up.
This time, I was a soldier on a battlefield.
I didn't even know how I got here.
Before I could ask, an arrow pierced my chest.
I died again.
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I was drifting.
I woke up.
A street child.
Someone kicked me into the river.
I drowned.
I died again.
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I was drifting.
I woke up.
A priest in a grand temple.
Accused of heresy.
Burned alive.
I died again.
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I was drifting.
I woke up.
A talented mage at a magic academy.
Poisoned by a friend.
I died again.
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I was drifting.
I was drifting.
I was drifting.
I bit my lip until it bled. My body trembled. My mind swirled.
Finally, I screamed.
"HOW LONG WILL THIS KEEP HAPPENING!? ARE YOU STILL NOT SATISFIED?!"
I stared at the emptiness around me. My breath was ragged, my chest rising and falling heavily.
"Are you not satisfied watching me suffer..."
There was no answer.
I felt something crack inside me.
I began to feel afraid.
I woke up again.
The cool morning air touched my skin. No luxurious bed, no slave chains, no battlefield or execution flames. Just a simple bed, the scent of damp earth, and the sound of roosters crowing in the distance.
I sat up slowly. No wounds. No pain.
The door to the room opened.
"Sweetie, you're awake?"
A woman with a gentle face smiled at me. Her brown hair was simply tied, her eyes filled with warmth. A burly man stood behind her, carrying a basket of firewood.
"Sis! You're finally awake!"
A small figure ran toward me and hugged me tightly. A little boy with chubby cheeks and sparkling eyes.
I... don't understand.
"In this world, you are the daughter of a simple family in a village," the voice finally spoke again.
I tensed.
"Your father and mother love you. Your little brother admires you. The villagers respect you. There is no suffering here."
I didn't know how to respond.
This world... was warm. People smiled at me. They greeted me every morning. I helped my mother prepare dinner, my father taught me how to chop wood, and my little brother always shared his little stories.
Day by day passed.
Month by month.
I started to think... maybe this time, I could truly live.
Maybe this is the end.
Maybe—
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