Novel & Cerita Jobless Reincarnation World Map

“Why am I here?” “You are Luna. Living in my body,” the voice from earlier replied. “I am Alara. The moon goddess has given you a second chance. You and I now own this body. You will have to live my life. You can't tell anyone that you aren't me. You have to promise. Please.” She was begging, and the sound of it brought tears to my eyes. “Then what happens to you?” I asked, and she didn't reply again. I didn't know how I was supposed to be living a life that wasn't mine. How was I supposed to fit in? How long could I keep the cover?

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

He didn't dare look at her or Landon as he replied in a low and firm voice, "This isn't going to happen." Noir was even more direct. His tone was cold, hard, and authoritative. "Reincarnation Record is located in a sacred place at Netherrealm, exactly where the Divine Laws are located. "There's no way a mortal can be allowed to see it. You are burdened by various karmic forces, and your fate is complicated. "Try to read it, and your soul may be destroyed. The cycle of reincarnation itself could be disrupted in the worst-case scenario. No one can bear the consequences."

Mystics were divided into three levels: the earthly realm, the enlightened realm, and the transcendent realm. In her previous life, she was in the earthly realm, but after being reborn, she broke through and entered the enlightened realm. The opponent should have just entered the enlightened realm. Since returning, she had been steadily improving her strength, and with the protective divine artifacts that Moses had given her, she was stronger than him. Jenny sighed in relief. "That's good." Back at Harper Group, the amulet on Soloman's compass suddenly ignited and turned to ash. Soloman's expression changed slightly. "The opponent is strong. One person's blood isn't enough."

" I showed no interest and continued to choose my identity for the new mission. The system spun itself around in the air and said, "After the world was reloaded, everything started afresh. Frank didn't receive any help and became a gangster. He then died in a street fight. Jordan and Zack lost their talents and became ordinary people. They would frequently have nightmares, which prevented them from living normal lives. As for Wendy, when the small world reloaded, she was completely erased. Don't you think it's strange? Hey, host, I'm not finished yet. Where are you going?"

His restraint held firm, letting space breathe between us. “I remember waking up on that private jet,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “The first day of this second life. I was terrified. I thought rebirth was my punishment - a chance to relive the pain so I could finally escape it. I planned everything. The contract. The revenge. The quiet exit with my freedom secured.” Another step forward, then. Still holding his gaze without looking away. “But maybe… maybe it wasn’t punishment. Maybe it was a second chance to find something real. Not just survival. Not just revenge. But this.”

Jay's POV It just had to. It had to work this time. The amount of resources I threw into this job was staggering. I'd tapped every secret pocket, pulled every lever, and drained vaults that were intended to last the pack six years. All for that one purpose. It wasn't simple to hire warriors and trackers that had long forsaken the light and gone on the dark path—and it was certainly not inexpensive. It was like an attempt to fill a basket with water. Endless. Exhausting. Futile.

But they weren’t always that way. Dead Worlds were worlds that served the stage for battles amongst the gods. These were worlds that were once thriving and brimming with life, but had been destroyed after constantly hosting the wars of powerful gods and Origin Artefacts. These were worlds that failed to survive during the Chaotic Era. One of these worlds was Alr. Alr was more desolate than any other world in the universe. There wasn’t a patch of grass or a well of water in the entire planet. It was the true definition of the word barren.

“Seventy-two hours from now, the world will bleed again. We call it the Red Reaping. A global relaunch. New routes. Old names reborn. Every girl we lost will be replaced. Every city you touched, repaid.” The screen panned behind him. A digital map spanning five continents. Dots blinked across Europe, Asia, South America. Borders were marked in crimson, Vatican seals layered beneath. He smiled wider. “This time, we use the churches. Sanctuaries. Pilgrimage routes. You started a war, Talana, but we wrote the gospel.” He leaned closer to the camera. “Come stop us. If you dare.” The screen went black. For a long breath, no one spoke. Then Talana whispered, “Trace it.”

Blackie’s shard shook within Noah’s chest, “Hear me out! It’s all related!” “Oh?” Noah glared into empty space, waiting for an explanation, “I’m listening.” “When we were working on the whole worldborn project, we quickly and wisely realized that your high specs would cause endless troubles.” Blackie paused to light a candle in his heart for the several batches of worldborn who were either still in therapy or so damaged that the only thing that could be done is to send their poor unfortunate souls through reincarnation. Blackie cleared his virtual throat, “So we thought long and hard about how to solve the issue most effectively–”