Oh Great I Was Reincarnated As A Farmer Novels & Stories

I woke with a start. The room around me was familiar, yet the searing pain from the fire still lingered in my mind. But strangely, my body bore no wounds at all. Before I could fully collect my thoughts, a knock sounded at the door, followed by my aunt's voice. Listening in on the conversation between my mother and aunt, I realized with startling clarity: I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, my aunt and an old man from the island country of Zandumore were planning to move overseas. Before leaving, my aunt came to bid our family farewell.

She sat for another minute in his office while the fire burned low and the baby moved and outside the snow came down quiet on North Ridge. She thought about her first life. About the version of herself who had never known any of this was possible. Who had been so thoroughly told, for so long, that she was ordinary — nothing special, nothing remarkable, perfectly fine — that she had believed it the way you believed things that were repeated to you often enough. She thought: I wish I could tell her. The version of me in that cell. I wish I could say: hold on. Just hold on a little longer. There is a version of this that is worth coming back for.

And now that Gabby’s carrying our baby, what will they do if they find out I have a child? Reading my birth father’s actual thoughts and emotions laid out on paper should’ve felt comforting, like a window into who he really was. Instead it felt like a punch to the stomach. He went through the exact same kind of dreams I’ve been having. His wolf fed him visions of the past while he slept. Realizing he was the reincarnated Edemas must have been horrifying. Just as terrifying as me understanding I’m the reincarnated daughter of the old king. My skull felt like it might split open, and I’m pretty sure he felt the same way. With a heavy breath, I picked up my mother’s letter to keep reading.

I nodded but stared at him in disgust as he left. I breathed in a sigh of relief, I still haven’t come to terms that I had been reborn, it felt like a nightmare and now, I could feel I wasn’t just the person I used to be. I ruffled my hands inside my hair, not knowing where to start from since I am powerless at the moment, I needed someone with power and connection more stronger than mom and dad. I stood up, pacing to and fro in my room then I remembered, in the previous life, after Xavier went into a coma.

The smell of the fresh ingredients—the eggs, the herbs, the bread—triggered a cascade of memories. Suddenly, she was back in her past life, standing in the cramped kitchen of her old apartment. It had been a life of loneliness and survival, where every meal she made had been out of necessity, not joy. She remembered the nights she cried over burnt rice or scrambled eggs that tasted like ash because the weight of her failures had crushed her spirit. Her hand hesitated as she reached for a pan, her vision blurring slightly. The voices of her teammates faded, replaced by the echo of her own sobs from years ago.

(Lancelot’s POV) The night ended and the day comes. Including today, it has been 10 days since I reincarnated into this world. That means I have about 20 days to live if I did nothing to cure the poison inside me. After sending the prince off, I spent more of my time riding my horse and exploring the fief. While I was exploring the farmland, I noticed that most of the dead lands were already buried with the new soil that I have advised the farmers to make. And for some reason, there are more people in the farmland than usual. Are they all of the townsfolk?

They were the same ones from my past life. They were the ones who kidnapped and drowned me in the lake. Seeing I was awake, Leah stepped forward with a sneer. She twirled a wolfsbane-coated silver dagger in her hand. "Lana, I bet you didn't expect this, did you? I was reborn with memories of the past life too." She clenched her jaw. "I couldn't figure it out at first. I made my moves early this time and even planned everything ahead. Why didn't Simon give up on you? Later, when I was starving in the wilderness, I finally understood that you were also reborn.

I was all soaked. When he died, I was pulled by my hair; it felt as if the skin of my head would get peeled. It was the man that used to rape me every day, making me regret being a Grande every day. No one could choose its own identity. The man that used to rape me every day was none other than my own friend Damien. He looked like him. It was more of a coincidence. A lot of people got reincarnated, and I was one of them. « Ooooh Great Silvarius, high amongst the kings,

The boy named Solon walked close to me and held my hand tightly and said. "Don't die..." And there I saw him cry as I closed my eyes and took my last breath... Again... --- I felt a cold breeze as I saw myself standing in a cold thin ice. When I opened my eyes once again, I was in a frozen lake in a middle of a forest. It took me a while for things to sink in... "I'm alive..." I whispered to my self. I couldn't help but laugh... Did I get reincarnated again? I thought. There was no other explanation, right?