Vol 1 Prologue (2/2)

Then, finally my body reaches its limits.

It is unavoidable and I reached my physical limit.

I made a foppish smile as I sank into a sea of my own blood.

I succeeded. It is a bit wounded, but the soul is safe. I have certainly engraved myself.

In this situation, I will now greet death.

But it no longer matters. Because of this, I know that my thoughts were not wrong and all doubt has been removed.

Judging from the results, it seems as though the reincarnation was successful.

The First Reincarnation, the United States, 1972 AD.

I was born as the second son of a modest middle-cla.s.s family.

It is on the 13th birthday that I remembered my previous life. Apparently, the brain seemed to not be able to accept the information from the soul until the body grew enough.

The first reincarnation, I devoted my life to research, mirroring the original life.

However, I remembered the hopeless loneliness of that life. The world has abandoned magic.

The world of darkness is illuminated by science, no longer place of lurking mystery. The ability to use magic, it has faded away because of chemistry.

For Instance, a magician using his entire life and also a variety of magic tools could at most burn a radius of 50 meters. However, with chemistry it could yield a hundred times, no a Thousand times that, and anyone could implement the tools.

At this point, I discarded the potential of magic and its physical phenomenon, and began to focus entirely on the mind and soul. Because I believe that to be the sacred part of magic.

And then… After living fifty years, I ended my life and acquired a new one after carving my soul.

Second time, The world was like a joke.

Civilization from the Middle Ages to Modern times came about.

Monsters from goblins to Orcs, Knights wearing armor parade the streets, Magic was so commonplace in the world that even the general public used it.

Rather than time, the world itself is different.

I was born the fourth son of a Knight in service to the Royal Family and as such I was free to live a wealthy life.

Here, my memories from my past lives returned to me when I was 14.

Therefore I have noticed.

On Earth, magic was restricted by some influence.

Magic that should have disappeared the moment it leaves the body on Earth, retains its shape after a very long time. No forthcoming noise comes when I had a magic formula in my head.

This world was quite enjoyable. Sorcery had been developed much further, and there was plenty that I did not know. Above all else, I was able to use magic in combat.

In this world, I s.h.i.+ned. Magic dwells in the soul. My ability that I kept training in the environment of the inferior Earth was high. I rose high in position and was taken up to the castle, where I became the Royal Court Mage.

In this world, I discovered that there is an inherent special magic that depends on the individual, and anyone can use General Magic. Unique magic is given by the G.o.ddess. This is a Fantasy world and everything.

General purpose magic there is theory, but not for unique magic. It could not be understood even if I can use Unique Magic. According to the G.o.ddess, Each person is apparently born with a magic circuit that specializes in a Unique Magic. General Purpose Magic just uses up the remaining s.p.a.ce.

The real nature of my Unique Magic is to recall my past lives when I want. I call upon my previous life and I could fight in the flesh even in my old age with this power.

In my last moments in this world, I died on the battlefield.

With the last of my willpower, I carved my memories into my soul.

Then I have reincarnated several times. Heisei Era j.a.pan, a Fantasy world, a Steam-punk world, France in the year 2210 AD. [TLN: We are in the Heisei Era, 1989 – present.] Various worlds, A world where magic only acts within oneself, a world that can only be thought of as inside a game, no matter how it varied, I repeated this process 15 times in total. And I regain my memories each time when I was around 13-15 years old.

Magic was reaching its limits, and I was forced to in the first time in all of my reincarnations to rely on a non-magical form of entertainment.

It was particularly interesting in France 2210 AD. Here things called VRMMO became really popular.

In addition to this world using VR technology, there is a technology that extends the sensation of time.

If you dive into the world of VR for one second, it becomes 1000 seconds.

In this world, I earnestly enjoyed retro j.a.panese anime and games. I was originally of j.a.panese Birth, and I was born in the Heisei Era j.a.pan once, and I briefly played those games once, so it was filled with nostalgia. I was able to enjoy it as much as I desired for nearly an eternity.

In that world, After having coveted entertainment earnestly and not from what I got from magic, I died of old age.

When I have reincarnated over 20 times, suddenly everything starts to pa.s.s by. An impression of disappearing enthusiasm.

I thought I might be over soon. By now, research ended up in a deadlock and time could not make me get over it.

After 21 reincarnations, I decided to end it, but then I met a girl.

I met the girl in a world ruled by a Demon King and civilization has been devastated.

The girl was a beautiful High Elf. Beautiful Blonde hair and a Black Robe that fluttered, she decided to face an existence in a ruined world with a bow made from the World Tree in one hand.

No matter how much she was hurt, even when she fell down, She continued rise up again many times to fight.

And then came the final decisive battle. The last city where humans could live had been attacked by the Demon King.

The Girl, with some surviving companions along, went forth and challenged a desperate battle. Rather than desperate, they believed in their victory no matter how small their chances and did their best and struggled hard. One person, then two people, The companions fall, they continued to fight even to the last man. Finally, it came down to the last attack on the Demon King.

After the battle was over, she turned around and looked back at the people who also fought, she then smiled and laughed, saying everything was alright.

Even I suffered a wound that wouldn’t find funny if I died from as I bled out, while enduring the sadness of lost companions.

As I watched the girl, my heart throbbed after a long absence.

Well, I knew it. With an eternity, my soul was worn out, and it doesn’t s.h.i.+ne. However, as I saw such a bright and s.h.i.+ning person, I myself started to glow from being s.h.i.+ned upon.

Then, the High Elf girl went on a journey to ensure that the Demon King never revives again. I had traveled along with the girl and eventually I died after a long life.

I had changed during this reincarnation. Rather than engorging myself in entertainment and researching the Truth of Magic, I began searching for people that emitted brightness and to watch their story unfold while walking besides them.

And , I stopped interfering with the me of that time more than necessary.

The soul is reborn again, for the 31st time. The fated reincarnation begins.

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