Thất Nghiệp Chuyển Sinh Light Novels & Stories

His voice dropped to a whisper so thin it barely touched the air. “They lied to you, Silas.” My stomach dropped. “The second chance in life they promised?” he continued. “It’s not a return. You don’t go back to your real world. You become a worker for the system.” “Worker,” I repeated. “You were either going to be processed into a guard like me, barely any free will, brain fog, constant directives or assigned to kitchen duty. The ones who prepare meals.” I blinked. “So basically… reincarnation as a corporate slave.”

he summoned. "Why father. Why have you gone. Since after you left, everything has changed. I am sorry I couldn't fulfill my promise to you and Uncle mandrel", "No life can be able to change his destiny as it was written since before we were born. I see the light in you above the people. Your light is like the lightness of this stone l am holding firmly in my hand. That's why you have to prepare for life and endure from all it's pain. Take it"

His hunched over posture, unkempt beard, and deep dark circles denoted an exhausted existence. "My name is Guardian" the old man began "I am the god in charge of a distant world, a world different from earth, you have two options." "two options?" The old man nodded, but just before he could respond, he began to sneeze violently. After wiping the slime from his mouth using his faded tunic, he spoke: “The first option is to return to the wheel of transmigration, you would lose all the memories of your life and you would be reborn as a living being somewhere on Earth, this would be what normal."

Then, I wouldn't regret living. On my knees, while people took my physical body out of the office, while the people in the scene brush past me, tears won't come out and I could only feel despair, regret, and loneliness... I laid down. "What have I been doing all those years?" I covered my face... "I wish in my next life, I wouldn't have to work my ass like this... I want to be lazy..." As I said those, a light emerged nearby. Thinking it might be a place for reincarnation or rebirth, after all, if spirit exists then rebirth can also exist right? I walked and walked through the light. And I found other spirits beside me. I guess this isn't reincarnation but purgatory?

Rose looked toward the endless white space. Everyone. Suddenly thousands of lights appeared around them. Each light represented a consciousness. Every person connected to the old network. Every person whose memory had been copied. Every person who had ever been part of Project Rebirth. They appeared one by one. Some were children. Some were elderly. Some were strangers. Some were family members. Ethan saw Elena. Richard. Adrian. Gabriel. Even versions of people he thought had disappeared forever. The young Ethan stepped backward. No. Rose smiled sadly.

It was cold then turned to hot moments later when Shani poured the black potion into the pot. Arkael was grunting now, I could see that he was hurting. I was looking at Shani, then to Walter thinking are we doing his wrong. Are we killing him? It looked like he was holding out on the pain like he was feeling more than he let out. I reached for Walt, as my energy started to diminish. Shani was quickly draining me, I saw flashes of images of Arkael's past then his life in the underworld. It was horrendously dark and sad at the same time. Shani was looking at me, just as she was also viewing at the flashes of images.

He sighed. “The text said that Darkness and Light stopped reincarnating, forsaking the pack. That’s not the truth. Darkness told me that they can only be reincarnated if the host accepts them. So when generations ago the hosts started to reject them, for reasons he didn’t disclose, they couldn’t come back. And it takes them a full century to rebuild the energy needed to return again.” Crista chimed in. “There was also a prophecy that my Nonna Katrina wrote in the book. She wanted me to find it because the prophecy is about me.” Papa sighed.

"What? I don't think I heard your last sentence correctly." Jay crossed his arms. "You heard it correctly. The probability of a white witch born naturally is close to none. The gene was too recessive and prone to natural death before the child could mature. To continue the Path of Light, a higher celestial being associated with the white witch would deliver an empty vessel to the current white witch. They would perform a link with the new vessel, and the Path of Light would breathe in a new life into the vessel at the cost of the ritual conductor's life. It's a sacrifice to continue the Path of Light."

The guardian, a celestial guide through the labyrinth of possibilities, urged me to discern the echoes within the astral dialogues. The astral dialogues, a dance of cosmic revelations, became a tapestry of intertwined destinies. I pressed further, seeking clarity amidst the celestial whispers. "The astral symphony holds the key to the nexus of uncertain futures," the guardian revealed, their voice a harmonious blend with the celestial cadence. Choices unfurled like cosmic petals, each one carrying the potential for cosmic rebirth or dissolution.

I lift her to hold her while Damen and Sam sit back down on the sofa. Wanting to hold her more and truly never let her go, I take her seemingly exhausted body fully into my arms and sit between Damen and Sam. “What happened,” Sam asks Trinity. “I saw glimpses of death and destruction in her mind. It was incredibly painful. Then, there was a bright light and after a void.” Trinity says while rubbing his goatee. “Bridges are rare, to begin with. During the reincarnation process for many souls, they have the choice of which soul path they want to try to succeed on.