Jobless Reincarnation Characters Novels & Stories

[Dante] Dante rushed into the mansion, trying his best to steel his heart. He couldn’t smell blood except for the dead rotten blood of the undeads. Savina’s blood was too familiar to him. She had died three times in front of him. He didn’t want to anticipate her death again, although he knew that people reincarnated. In some ways, this life was also Savina’s reincarnation. She didn’t remember her third life in the book.

My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation. “He likely wanted to return the money for the same reason,” the Shaman added with a knowing smile. “‘Will this dead spirit drag me to hell, too? I’ll give back what I took. Please spare me!’” She laughed, but I noticed Chairwoman’s gaze shift toward me. Chairwoman’s right hand moved close to mine as she spoke again. “But she’s alive, right?” Her hand reached for mine, seeking reassurance. The Shaman’s expression grew distant, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I’m not sure. From what I see, she’s neither fully dead nor truly alive.”

“But that’s not true. He was never killed. He was… recycled.” Ellie blinked. “Recycled? Like a soda can?” Voss’s lips twitched. “Some guardians are too important to destroy. So the gods forged a cycle. Every time the world neared collapse, the guardian would return. In flesh. In form. In fur.” She gestured toward the beast at Ellie’s side. “That’s him. Not a clone. Not an experiment. The reborn key. The only being strong enough to keep the Chimera locked in Tartarus.”

She was not entirely back but given a chance to live once again, as someone else but with the same name as hers. Yes, as you have read. Your thinking was right. She reincarnated once again, given her endless dullest life in her past life a hope to make a new and meaningful light in the apocalypse. Apocalypse, even though it was very close to being too dull, at least she could predict who would stab her in the back for the reason of surviving in this cruel world. The Humans that live in this world where the apocalypse started a month ago have reasons to betray their close ones; Family, best friends, and even lovers. These three characteristics were often used to feed them into zombies to have

Charity said, “Do you know what I was thinking in my last moments before death? I was wondering why God was so unfair. I was dissatisfied, and I brought that with me as I woke up in this body. Perhaps you think it’s great that I’m alive. But am I really alive?” Charity pointed at her heart. “This is not my body, and I can’t even carry on with my life using my name. I still have to hide the truth, or people will see me as an alien. If reincarnation is real, I’m considered reborn into a new life. Charity in the previous life is dead. If you think I’m still alive, you can fish my dead body out from the sea or take it from a fish’s mouth. However, I’m afraid I’ve become the fish’s poop.”

Then I’ll live the big boss life without needing to care about anything. Come to think about it, what did someone do to be born as a cat? I mean, I do believe in reincarnation, where you will be born as a new species after your death, either as human, animals, or table maybe? “Stop knitting your brow before it becomes one.” I blinked as the voice who cut my daydreams. It’s Rosie’s bartender friend. Shit, what was his name again? Jody? Jonathan? I swear it starts with ‘jo’ something.

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.