Jobless Reincarnation Zenith の小説・ストーリー

“After a hundred years of having blessed with having core essence, the humans began gaining distrust and negative events with spirits and other deities. They began to punish those people and those punishments could be passed on to the children. After a while, people began to have different disposition on what they are now allowed to be able to do and where their affinities, abilities, and favor still lies. As they are unable to have all the affinities, they wanted a safer way of knowing what their children will have connections to. That was how those worshippers of the Great Reverence made the orb to be able to assess the people.” “What about you sensei, did you undergo the rite of judgment?

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

I began, my voice soft, “how long was it before I was reborn?” Zevarion looked at me, his eyes shadowed with centuries of longing. “Four hundred and seventy-nine years,” he said at last. “I had no powers, no immortality left. Just time and hope. I wandered through countless packs, searching. Year after year. Then, one day... Athena came to me.” I furrowed my brows. “The goddess who appeared after I died?” He nodded. “She’s Lioren’s sister. She told me you’d been reborn. That you were in Sable Howl.”

He didn’t answer. She turned to the wind, whispering words that tasted like dust and divinity. “Lucien still lives. The god of rebirth cannot die—he merely changes form. And the Council’s new High Priest… is his vessel now.” Soren’s blood ran cold. “Lucien lives through them?” The Oracle nodded slowly. “And he plans to finish what you stopped—to merge ruin, rebirth, and mortality into one being. You.” Before Soren could speak, her form began to fade into mist.

said Bella. “Oh. Well, that’s a shame.” “Yeah. I know.” “I did feel dizzy and passed out a few times though.” “Are you alright?” asked Madam Cynthia, patting her head. “I’m fine now.” “Good.” “Do you want me to give it a try?” asked Cynthia, looking at Joseph. “No. I won’t do it. If your soul goes in there, then there is no guarantee that you will come out. She’s a phoenix. She have the ability to reincarnate. Life after death. You don’t. You’re a dragon!” exclaimed Master Joseph.

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

What started as a struggling racing brand with two broken-down garages had become a full enterprise — sponsorship deals, media contracts, international exposure. I built that. I also built Damien. Not her. “It’s mine now,” she replied coolly. The calmness in her tone only made my anger spike higher. She unfolded a paper and handed it to me. “It’s done,” she said simply. My fingers trembled as I snatched the papers from her. I scanned the first page quickly. My eyes widened. It was an official deed for the company. Lilith Voss, biological daughter of Elias Thorne, named sole successor and rightful heir to Thorne’s Renegades.

This time, it actually worked. I became bound to her. Anything that could harm her body would be transferred to me and amplified a hundred times over. In my last life, she used that power to become rich. But not long after I died, the flowers lost their effect. She was quickly replaced by other streamers, and her popularity crashed. With no other options, she started faking eating content, but obsessive fans exposed her. Some extreme followers kidnapped her and forced gallons of pepper-infused liquid down her throat. She died on the spot.

In any case, most of them were born to royalties, as the royalties in her world directly descended from deities. In case of Yhi, the kingdom of light, their ancestor deity was Zorya. However, since the founding of the kingdom, Zorya, the goddess of light only ever appeared once as a Returner to Ancestry. It had been thousands and thousands of years since. That was why her bloodline had regressed. “Do you have a lot of those in your world?” Evie shook her head. “They are even rarer than transcendents. The only returner to ancestry that I know of is Kresnik, the Flame Emperor of Heaven. He is the most frequent returner in history.”

It's because she had once had an encounter with a vampire and though her memories were wiped, there was still that lingering feeling at the back of her mind that there was something out of the ordinary existing in their universe. “You will forget the name Cruella D'vile, and every other memory attached to that name. You never lost your job, the murder cases were solved and closed a year ago, it was a wild beast who escaped into the woods but hadn't shown up ever since then. You never had any marks on your neck, after the accident, your father didn't make it and you grew up to become one of the best detectives in Richmond City and eventually got promoted to Lieutenant." Cruella glanced at the