That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime Mc の小説・ストーリー

He let out a bitter laugh and walked away. As it happened, he ran right into my dad, Marcus Nichol, who was just coming home. Without saying a single word, Dad simply punched him hard and strode off. The others finally accepted their fate as well, each selling off their belongings to pay back their debts. Some still wanted to retake the SAT, hoping that if they pushed through and waited until next year, when the whole thing blew over and no one remembered them, they might still have a shot at an Acorn League college.

“The Horsemen? Like in the legends? The Horsemen of the Apocalypse?!” Oh, Goddess! That exists? “Yes, every few millennia, we reincarnate as different supernatural creatures, coming into our true power when our human vessels reach the age of eighteen. It’s a cycle we’ve been bound to since the beginning,” he explains, his voice a mix of resignation and pride. I try to wrap my head around the enormity of what he’s saying. The form I saw… was Ruin’s true form; a Horseman. “So, you’re... immortal?”

I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. Her smile grew wider "Waiting for this moment. Waiting for the upgrade" As she spoke, images flashed through my mind – the Helix project, the experiments, the upgrades. I saw Jamal, his face twisted in a mixture of pain and determination. I saw Layla, her eyes cold and calculating. I saw myself, my mind expanding, my body changing. The darkness closed in around me, and I felt myself being pulled apart, molecule by molecule. I screamed, but it was too late. I was being reborn.

I had already decided to move, choosing a life in the countryside. I had made this choice willingly to get away from everything here and begin my life all over again. It was then that the police officer regarded me with faint sympathy, saying, "Mr. Smith has asked for you, Ms. Warner. He's been quite insistent about seeing you one last time. Do you intend to go see him?" I stopped what I was doing momentarily. I recalled his smiling face in the wheat field, dressed in a clean white shirt. It was quickly replaced by the memory of his determined handwriting, inscribing the word "mire" in his autobiography before my death in my past life.

Six years of nightmares. She thought about the timing. She had died. He had found her. Six years ago. "The gold," she said slowly. "When I used it on you — it unlocked something." "Something that was already there," he said. He reached across with his good arm and took her hand. His grip was warm and very sure. "We were given a second chance, Claire. Both of us. I just didn't know mine had already started."

“It’s kind of hard to explain but it felt like I was on the edge of the world where all you could hear was the sound of waves breaking against the shore. It’s got such a cleansing and purifying sound. I just love that sound. “I imagined this giant Magic Slate that erased all the troubles and mistakes of the world, over and over. All your bad experiences, bad memories, bad dreams wiped away just like that. But, like I said, it was like a womb because even though it felt like the edge of everything, it was also a place where things came full circle. Kind of like a place where people go to die and be born again. Like…” “Reincarnation?” Ecto offered. “Exactly. I had the calmest, most secure feel