Jobless Reincarnation Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

I shuddered at the word reincarnation. “You…You can reincarnate people?” “Once or twice. And the range depends on my Mana.” I suddenly saw Ricky’s hand sneaking onto Noel’s shoulders, his glancing eyes glinted with a feeling of concern. “But are you sure you want to reincarnate Because you’ll leave everything behind, you know?” He motioned to my living space and my things—my manga and novel, my favorite w******l; everything. I started to ponder. If I were to reincarnate now, I won’t be able to see the ending for the novel “The Evil Villainness is My Lover”, but I’m already at the climax, and I don’t think I’ll stumble upon this opportunity anywhere else anymore.

“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.

I could sense its birth—a dark, rhythmic pulsing that hammered against my skin. I endured. I could no longer run from my fate; every attempt at escape had only yielded more grievous consequences. I recognized the Phoenix the moment I saw her spirit. Though her physical form was obscured, the resonance of the flame that had incinerated the demon was unmistakable. She was the one who had fought the final battle. She should have been reborn, but it seemed the demon had managed to snare her cycle of reincarnation even as she claimed his life. Tears welled in my eyes as I granted her passage. It was an honor to anchor her. She had laid down her life for us—a debt she never owed—and she whispered

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.

“You’d better give me a very good reason.” I took a deep breath. I contemplated telling him that I had been reborn, and I knew certain key events of the past, but I didn’t know how believable that would sound to him. “I have the ability to see glimpses of the future.” The words tasted strange on my tongue. It was a blatant lie, but I didn’t care. His expression didn’t change. “I can help you become the Alpha King,” I continued evenly. “In exchange, I want you to make me second only to you.”

My stepsister killed me. All because her marriage fell apart and she couldn’t stand the sight of mine. She envied the glittering illusion of my “perfect” life—never realizing the truth about what my so-called perfect marriage really was. And luckily, the fate had given me another chance. I was reborn before everything happened. “Father, I want to marry Silas Vane.” The moment Lila spoke his name, a chill raced down my spine. I knew instantly—she had been reborn just like me.

Our forehead pressed together as a lone tear slipped from his eye. "Alas..... That didn't happen... But I swear I'm never letting those repeat again... I will never let you go... I wanted to tell you that I know... That you're not the only one but I couldn't... Because there were gaps between both our version... I was waiting till I know it all... That's it princess... I didn't want to break your trust... " I kept quiet for a moment... I need some time to process it all... But one thing didn't set right with me... Why was he reborn? On my birthday, just like me... I died.... Not him, right...?

"But it was because I had physically died that I could finally be with you forever. You couldn't see me, but I was with you every day. I was heartbroken when I saw you in so much pain. "I know the old Jeannie has let you down, but I swear, I didn't hurt you. The real Jeannie would only ever love you." Jeannie's explanation left my mind reeling. Her story was the stuff of fantasy. The Otherworld, a hostile entity—it was all so bizarre. "And we're reborn because…?" "It's the System's way of making it up to me after my body was taken over," Jeannie answered matter-of-factly. So I was reborn because Jeannie had made a deal with the System.

His voice dropped to a whisper so thin it barely touched the air. “They lied to you, Silas.” My stomach dropped. “The second chance in life they promised?” he continued. “It’s not a return. You don’t go back to your real world. You become a worker for the system.” “Worker,” I repeated. “You were either going to be processed into a guard like me, barely any free will, brain fog, constant directives or assigned to kitchen duty. The ones who prepare meals.” I blinked. “So basically… reincarnation as a corporate slave.”