Romans & histoires That One Time I Was Reincarnated As A Slime

All the times Sophie and Fiona warned me ran through my mind as I frantically tried to wipe the slime off my hand. I didn’t know how to fight or get rid of it. As much as it looked like I had a body, it was only my minds eye. This was my soul and it was trying to consume me. Stumbling back, I felt as though gravity shifted, and tried to pull me back to the sphere. My fear started to rise until I felt a pain across my back. Looking around, I worried that somehow it managed to get around me. It happened again and I went down on one knee. The pool of slime started to move, to try and join with my now completely black hand. “Get! Up!”

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.

“It was for a moment, but I knew something felt different. It's a good thing I checked earlier '' I am reborn into another dimension that the voice had mentioned earlier. The other lights that I saw were different dimensions of the world we lived in which I am unaware of myself. At first glimpse, one could notice that there was something off about it, with its distinguished features distorting itself and the cracks at each doorway. As the child was lost in thought, the person who entered the carriage, as she thought, was one of her acquaintances dressed in clothing that people use for cosplaying. Fortunately, some fragments of the memories of this body were still intact so I could recognize

The clan servants in charge of him were astonished by his intelligence and hard work, but no one suspected his condition as someone who has reincarnated, all the servants thought he was a clever child who lacked love and eventually he was buried in the world of his books to avoid feeling lonely. Even though he had some fragments of memories, they couldn't influence Golden to the point of becoming his previous life's extension like famous people with memories of their past lives that appeared on the books Golden had read. Golden was only Golden, he couldn't be considered a dead man in the body of a kid, so even if Golden was more mature and hardworking than other kids, he was still a kid, and

At least for now, and yes, I'm still the same old Rowena. You all know how my life is. Get reborn blah blah blah, different parents, same lover or at least his lookalike, and then death. How thrilling! I don't actually get my memories as soon as I'm born, though. That'll be weird. I get them once I turn ten. I literally wake up a different person. For the first few times, I was extremely sad, but I'm used to it now and try not to get too attached to the people around me.

Besides, nothing happened. “Are you happy, at least? I mean, really?” She tilted her head to one side and I smiled, nodding profusely. “I’ve never been this happy. It really feels like a dream. As though I’m going to pinch myself and wake up to find that none of it is true.” I felt sadness as I remembered the day I was reincarnated. This life sure as hell differed a lot from that life, but even though I knew what was going to happen, and did my best to try and stop it, some of it still happened.

To my surprise, because I don’t know whether I got jinxed by the slime I killed or what, I got turned into a slime. This is definitely a jinx.

"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. "Hahaha! Did you really think switching mates early would change your fate? I'll make sure you die after being stripped of all dignity, just like you did in the past life." She gestured for the rogues to step forward. I struggled violently. The chains cut into my flesh, and pain surged through me. Was I really going to die again? Even after being reborn? At that moment, a scar-faced rogue licked his lips. He stared at me with a disgusting grin.

"That is Mother Jörð kind protection, her way of telling the world that only we elves have a right to the sacred forest as her children." That is right, elves, and it is not as cool as it sounds. The first two years of my new life, I believed I had reincarnated as a normal human in some European orphanage. I was not particularly religious myself, but I knew many people who genuinely believed in reincarnation, so I just assumed they were right and at some point I was going to forget everything about my past life and continue growing up like every other kid.

Now you should listen to what I have to tell you. First, you're not in your world and you've been reincarnated to this world. That I know from the first I am not in my world. How did you know that you're not in your world? Did someone tell him?? What are you speaking to yourself? Yes, I was speaking to myself. Hey no no no I didn't say anything. It's nothing hahaha…. Then tell me what do you know, Do You know why you choose to be reincarnated?