Redundant Reincarnation 소설 & 이야기

“How fascinating. I have been getting bored this days, this is a game that will keep my life interesting.” The spies exchanged glances before Lucas hesitantly asked, “But… how is she alive? I made sure to confirm and it was certain she was buried alongside her mother back then.” One of Lucas’s aides, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. “Some people have been talking about reincarnation in the pack, so maybe she did?” Lucas turned to him, intrigued. “You believe she was reborn? That makes it more hilarious.” The aide nodded. “It is possible. Some gifted ones are able to return when they have unfinished business. If she remembers her past life, it means she is here for revenge j

Although Sebastian wasn't familiar with the Ballard legacy, he was part of the mystic sects, and he was able to absorb and understand the perceptions that Andreas was sharing. "Fire can melt all things, and it's also the origin of everything!" Andreas ended with the most essential part of the Ballard legacy's mind principles. "It's reincarnation!" A thought flashed through Sebastian's mind. This was what Lyanna had said when he had first subdued her. The law of reincarnation included everything. Even the world itself was just a never-ending cycle that headed toward destruction! "You do have some perceptive powers. Fire is the origin of reincarnation, because the destruction of everything res

Why would someone who claims to be my past self give me a warning, does she not want me near her former mate? “Listen miss passed self, don’t you think you are being a little bit unreasonable here? You don’t have to be jealous that I am with your mate now. I couldn’t have a new version of him since he didn’t die back then, so, there isn’t a reincarnated version of him for me to be mated to.” I said in one breath, hoping she would understand and take me back to the land of the living. “Oh come on, why would I be jealous of myself?” She responded. “Besides, an immortal god cannot reincarnate once they are gone, so you better perk up your fluffy ears and listen to what I have to say.”

John stood up from his pathetic laying state, bewildered to find an another God in front of him. " Hi! Little boy, I am Osiris, the God of fertility, agriculture, the afterlife, the dead, resurrection, life, and vegetation, and lord of the dead and rebirth, I saw everything and became cognizant of your prayer to your defeat and intellectual ability, I am very much very agitated to this extent, that I am feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof, about what you can do that is, in fact I have grown a liking towards you, so I have decided to hold a deal with you— I will reincarnate you again, but at one condition — abandon your humanity! Enjoy your life there, become a Demon King, a real one, I will

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

A monk writing endlessly by candlelight. Another Adrian. A queen kneeling before a throne. Another Adrian. A child hiding beneath shattered ruins. Another Adrian. Different lives. Different centuries. The same soul. Edward stepped backward. "This isn't reincarnation..." The First Keeper answered quietly. "No." "It's correction." Adrian turned sharply. "Correction?" "The world cannot survive if the Cipher is solved." "So history repairs itself." "It erases memories." "It changes names." "It changes nations." "And when necessary..." "It creates another Adrian."

For the first time, his voice carried a trace of fear. Looking at him, my smile grew cold, and I repeated myself. "Let me get this straight. You went to all that trouble—going so far as to murder your own flesh and blood—just to snatch away... the widowed sister-in-law you failed to get your hands on in your previous life?" "You were reborn as well?" Realization dawned on him, and he sucked in a sharp breath. "Yes, I was reborn! In my past life, I thought you were the one who saved me when we were kids; that's the reason I chose you.

Deliberate. The duplicate appears again at the edge of perception, less stable now, but still present. “That layer is restricted,” it says sharply. “By who?” I ask. It does not respond. The vault opens before I touch it. Inside is not a single consciousness. It is a cluster. Neural imprints. Plural. Dormant. Archived. My breath catches. “They built redundancy,” Grant whispers faintly from somewhere above, his voice filtering down the layers. “Multiple human anchors. In case one destabilized.”

This was no longer arrest protocol. This was internal. The replica’s gaze sharpened. “You are unnecessary.” The newcomer looked at me. “Am I?” I felt it then. The angle of this. Tertiary wasn’t here to replace. Or to overthrow. It was here because the binary failed. Because the system predicted that two versions of me would destabilize. And three might balance. The replica turned toward me slowly. “You are redundant.” “That’s funny,” I said. “I was just indicted.” “Optics.”

He said that made me more confused. "What?! What the hell are you talking about?" I roared, head still aching. "You are their final reincarnation. They are your past lives. Your previous vessels." He responded. Though he is talking in a clear tone, it is more torturous to keep on giving me such details in one fell swoop.