Did I Seriously Just Get Reincarnated As My Gag Character Novels & Stories

"I mean, you're like 200 years old. Why do you look like a kid?" "Oh, right. No, I'm sort of reborn with my charges. I look like a kid, because I sort of am a kid. Not my mind, but my body is." "Reborn? So you are a baby when we are?" "Not really. At four years old I kind of shrink back down from being a man to being four years old again. Then I grow up from there. And even my mind sort of starts over so I can think similar to the age group."

My body trembled badly when I opened my eyes again. I realized I was still in one piece, limbs intact and all. I was also not feeling any pain of my bones being crushed. I realized that I had reincarnated. At that moment, my colleague, Cecilia Hunt, came to me. "Jessica, let's go get a drink together! Gosh, it's so hot today!" Cecilia was five months pregnant and was particularly afraid of heat. She had to buy a cold drink almost every day.

Girls who believed in someone no one else did. And now Now he was here. Alive. Breathing. Looking into the mirror through half-lidded eyes. “…No way,” he whispered. The face staring back at him was younger, Korean, unfamiliar yet somehow right. Jet-black hair. Sharper features. A bit taller than he remembered. Definitely better skin. “Did I… get reincarnated?” He laughed. Then stopped. It wasn’t a joke. Because the memories of this life were starting to come back too.

Same one from my last life. "Babe, now that you're further along, the pup needs more nutrients. Drink this while it's hot. You've gotten so thin." I glanced at the mirror. Glowing, full-faced, obviously well-fed. Laughed under my breath. Not sure if it was his bad acting or the recycled lies that got me. Held out my hand, no hesitation. "Sure."

I scrunched my face, trying to hold back my tears as I reminisced of all the things that I have done, as Sakamaki Yuu and as Lancelot Ral Constance. Just right after I reincarnated, I have been running around settling problems that the former Lancelot started. I did say that I want to live my life as I wanted, but seeing the servants and the people, in addition to my fussy attitude, I couldn’t just left them continue living like that.

A feeble grin strained his lips and hot, brimming tears pricked at my eyes. “Dad,” I gasped, my grip around his hand tightening almost as if I could force all of my strength into him. “You’re awake. You’re here.” My voice trembled, reflecting an awkward half-relief and the absurd, crushing gravity of everything I’d labored to alter in this reincarnated life. I’d lost him — and Mom — three days after my eighteenth birthday in my previous life. But here he was, alive, breathing, because I’d reincarnated back from death to rewrite my destiny.

"The curse won't let me. Not anymore... I might fall into a coma again, but I won't die." "Or maybe it will kill you so that you can be reincarnated so that it can start all over again." Gáta retorted. "Look., As I said, I don't need to talk in riddles with you. I haven't been able to identify whether you’ve been reincarnated several times or whether you are a supernatural creature."

I took a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, and felt the smooth flow of air in my lungs. I felt perfectly normal, not a trace of pain or unease. I had been reincarnated. Just one glance at the scene in front of me, and I knew exactly what was happening. This was two years ago, the day Renee could not hold back any longer and came to force me out of my own home. My heart pounded. I silently thanked god for being kind to me this time. In the few seconds I hesitated, my mother-in-law had already stepped forward to help Renee up, preventing her from kneeling.

He was lifting his fist for another blow when I grabbed his arm. "Let it go, Nate." With this second chance at life, all I wanted was to properly make up for my poor son. As for Judy, I'd deal with her eventually—but there was no rush. That night, we completed the transfer to another hospital. While packing up in the hospital room, I overheard whispers from behind the curtain next door. My sister tried to lower her voice, but her excitement was impossible to hide. "I've been reborn. My son, Phillip, will become a big boss in the future."

If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. In my previous life, at the company's year-end gala, I'd won a prize ticket worth a hundred million. Overjoyed, I shared the news with Isla. Who could have known that as she was looking at the ticket, she'd slip, fall into the river, and be swept away to her death? Guilt had consumed me. To make up for what happened, I had raised her little daughter with all my heart. To avoid gossip and also to honor Isla's will, I married her husband, Felix.