Novel & Cerita The Time Of Rebirth

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:0f404184-c9f8-4789-9249-35fb63302b19-214" data-testid="conversation-turn-422" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> In the Age of Rebirth, the gods awaken one after another, and the Nine Realms are reshuffled.

The ten days had the compressed quality of time that knows it is running out. She had experienced this quality before — in the first life, in the prison cell, every day carrying the specific weight of something being used up with no way to add to it. This was different. This was time being used well, running out because it was full rather than because it was empty.

Even those who'd suspected, who'd researched, who'd prepared, were stunned by direct confirmation. "That's impossible," an elder protested. "Reincarnation. Soul return. Those are legends. Mythology. Not documented reality." "They're documented extensively," Caleb said, standing. "Eastern Territory archives contain detailed records. Historical accounts spanning centuries. Soul return happens. Rarely. Under specific conditions. When the goddess deems purpose incomplete. When love transcends death. When destiny requires continuation beyond single lifetime. I am proof. Living proof. Undeniable proof." "Prove it then. Demonstrate something only Miguel Reyes would know. Something impossible for ra

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

She closes her eyes for a few seconds as she slowly opens it, and whispers. “Can I?” Hearing her wish, yet more likely an impulsive nature out of the situation that she is currently standing. HE smiles in utmost delight enjoying the show that HE is witnessing, yet everything is still according to his plan and very desire, as the time and events are running in the course of HIS own time. “Death, reincarnation, and rebirth. Should I play a little bit more out of it?”

she smiled, as if she weren’t talking about herself. “Actually... you had several chances to be reborn. But because of the dagger in your chest, you could barely reach six months of life in your mother’s womb.” “You were there every time?” she asked, stunned. “Of course... I was there every single time. I traveled the world every time I received a sign that you had been reborn. The goddesses of time can foresee each rebirth, and I used them to find you. But... I watched you die each time, because I was too late. Because... I have to be near you for you to survive. But this time... I had given up for a while, and suddenly, I found out you had survived—waiting for me to wake you up.”

“It is for the future of our race.” Nicolaus smiled proudly at him. “Very good.” All too soon, it was over. The pain had subsided. “Does...” I gasped out, trying to regain my strength from the mind shattering episode. “...this...happen...every time?”I tried standing up, but I fell flat on my butt. My legs seemed to be like jello right now. He nodded, and sat beside me. Oh how considerate my spiritual self was right now.“Yeah, anytime when you turn eighteen. You will still be able to remember you current memories even through rebirth.”

This is the only logical explanation for what is going on. They are really reborn?

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”

She put the name at the darkest corner of her mind and hoped to never remember it again. One can only become a Reborn when one is dying. The brains of humans is said to be alive some minutes before it dies with the body. The brain is, therefore, transferred into an artificial body. The memories, thoughts and freewill remain with the Reborn when they are woken.