Thất Nghiệp Chuyển Sinh Light Romane & Geschichten

I said in a cold and steady voice, "Just like your promises. They're all broken." His hand trembled slightly, as if my words had cut deep. Lucas stood silent for a long moment before inhaling a slow, painful breath. A flicker of desperation crossed his eyes as he asked, "Wilma… if none of that had happened, do you think… maybe there could've still been a chance for us?" His voice was low, pleading, like he was grasping at the last sliver of hope. But I shook my head gently. "There are no what-ifs. Just like the stars… Once they choose their path, their orbits are set. They'll never cross paths again."

His eyes scanned the page, trying to comprehend the words, but the cost—the price—was unbearable. "Only a soul born of both light and shadow, one who has touched the abyss and returned, can sever the bond between dark and light. But the soul of the one who performs this will be irrevocably torn. The light will vanish from them, and they will live in eternal shadow. To save another, the one who sacrifices must surrender their own salvation."

"Pretty sharp, aren't you?" I let out a sigh of relief and said quickly, "I know your Boss. If you don't want him to deal with you, you'd better let me go fast." Adrian Lyon was tough. To win me over, he tossed any man who ever bothered me into the ocean for the sharks. However, when they heard the Boss's name, they clearly did not buy it. "Haha! You know him? Who doesn't know Mr. Lyon?! "How can a broke student like you think you're good enough to know Mr. Lyon? We're not here to become your friends!"

I cried, but life was slowly draining out of me. Just when my eyes were about to close, Aragon showed up. He introduced himself as the god of crossroads and gave me three options for my reborn. I was to choose between the three paths of life for a new life. Getting reborn as Lacy into the Jules family, a poor couple who had just lost their only daughter but didn't know yet that their daughter had died in the room. Reborn to a rich family and loved dearly, or Reborn as me back into my fifteen-year-old body to rewrite my story.

But no one knew that he'd secretly written his prayers again and again for Hanna. He hoped she wouldn't die for him next time and prayed for a different ending. After Debbie passed, he burned all the prayers. In the blazing fire, an ethereal, authoritative voice rang out. "As you wish." The scene shifted. Debbie, reborn, halted her team's plan to find doctors to awaken his memories. "Whoa!" Ethan gasped awake, bolting up. Darkness enveloped him. His limbs tingled like ants had gnawed them. A soul-deep shiver lingered.

Peering into his eyes, flickering with hope, I said, "If you're really hurting, it's only what you've earned. I've lived with that kind of pain every day we were together." Darren went completely still. He sat in silence, tears flowing nonstop. However, he gathered himself enough to join me in the Moon Goddess Temple. Holding the severance papers, I felt a sudden lightness. "Darren, here's to never crossing paths again." At that moment, I finally shattered the chains that had imprisoned me. At last, I could live for myself.

The conceptual being born from our love. The diagram doesn’t say “unmake.” It uses cleaner words. Conceptual reversion. Energy reallocation. Anomaly dissolution. It means the same thing. To give Arthur life, we must erase her. Unwind the starlight and null-energy back into base components and feed them into the machine of his rebirth. The choice is an abyss. It yawns open at my feet, cold and absolute.

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the city lights below. Half a year after the company's founding, our revenue had already exceeded five million dollars. In this life, without my family holding me back, it took me only half a year to reach the height I had taken three years to reach in my previous life. I'd finally taken back everything that belonged to me. During this time, I hadn't paid any attention to my family's affairs, nor had I transferred any more of their assets.

Every day, she knelt before it, praying desperately for another chance at life. I only laughed at that. The reason she had been reborn in the first place was because she had stolen my opportunity. I had accumulated ten lifetimes' worth of merit and was meant to be reborn into a life of immense wealth and privilege. But Stephanie had cut in line and taken my place, causing my previous life to end in a brutal death. So, this second chance was the heavens' compensation to me. If Stephanie hadn't been so foolish, she could've used the memories of her past life to break free from Lynette and Maxwell and build a future for herself.

"But that stranger became my husband. That disaster became the catalyst for everything good in my life." The man whose shirt had been ruined looked up with interest. The young barista stared at Claire like she was speaking a foreign language. "I'm not saying this man is going to become your husband," Claire continued, and Damian laughed beside her. "But I am saying that sometimes the moments that feel like absolute catastrophes are actually the universe redirecting you toward something better. You never know what comes next. That's the terrifying and beautiful thing about being alive."