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To this day, I wonder where that bullet came from. My area was one of the safest; crime was next to none. Quite the luck I have.

My second life was harrowing, to say the least. I had transmigrated as a barbaric warrior, tasked with finding a mercenary leader and killing him for revenge after his group massacred my entire family.

The man was imprisoned inside a dungeon. On my journey, I met people with a similar goal. Apparently, that man was the prophesized one.

Hah, what nonsense.

Then, when I finished him, I was killed again, but this time, it was due to natural causes, growing old. And again, I was reborn, not to a different world, but to a different time. I remember I was stripped of my previous powers, downgraded to a normal man.

In this life, I was a common thug, doing crimes to earn money for my biological sister. In my youth, I trained and trained to strengthen my body. I ran, punched, kicked, anything to condition that weak body. During my training, I met a former boxer who told me he had been observing me for quite a while and was impressed by my determination. He offered to train me free of charge.

Back then, I was suspicious of the man, but now I realize Jacob was trying to find a successor to pass on his teachings. He was obviously dying because of his lung disease, and he didn't have any son or relatives. He was alone in that house, waiting for his death.

Going forward, I met a gang leader named Ricardo. He was nice at first, saying I had potential and offering a chance to enter professional boxing. At first, everything was going great; I won a couple of times and earned a lot of money. Enough for me to retire and have a steady life with my sister.

But, as people say, there's no such thing as a free lunch in life. Ricardo showed his more sinister side, asking me to kill my opponent in my next match. Apparently, an important figure hated the man I would fight due to something related to money laundering.

I was in a dilemma. Don't get me wrong, I'm not above murder; literally, my mission in my past life was to kill. But this was different; I was finally offered an opportunity for a normal life. I had the money to live comfortably, and my criminal activities, though tainted, consisted of nothing but petty crimes.

Seeing my hesitation, Ricardo said the man would threaten my sister if I didn't do what he asked. So, with my sister's life in danger, I reluctantly agreed.

That match was harrowing, as I looked for an opportunity to land a killing blow. My opponent was extremely skilled, and my punches felt like hitting dead air as he bobbed and weaved through them. Obviously, I wasn't going to win if I didn't play dirty. So when I found the opportunity, I...

Began to choke him.

The referee tried to break my grip on the man's neck, but my strength proved his efforts futile.

The man died of suffocation.

When I let go of the man, I was immediately jumped. The officers began to tie me in the corner of the ring. One of the officers called the cops and an ambulance. They screamed and punched me, asking why I did that. My coach, too shocked by the situation, didn't have anything to say.

When I was being interrogated, I didn't snitch on Ricardo. If I did, I risked my sister's life. That man had ears and eyes inside and outside of this damn city.

Found guilty, I was imprisoned for 11 years.

My time in prison was surprisingly smooth; no one messed with me, surprisingly, and my sister occasionally visited from time to time. The poor girl believed I was coerced into that incident. I kept telling her that I did it of my own free will, but I guess she takes after our mom, as she is extremely stubborn.

Time passed, and I was released. That day was not good, to say the least, as eventually I had to deal with Ricardo and his gang sooner or later.

Going home, I made plans with my sister. Leaving the city was the best course of action, and fortunately, she agreed with me.

I gathered my savings and bought a train ticket to Prehivel. Apparently, this city was pretty safe, considering the church held most of their ceremonies there, so there was a lot of security and guards.

But, we were stopped by Ricardo and 14 other men. Acting fast, I told my sister to drive off using my motor. Although she tried to reason that sticking together would be safer, I refused and angrily told her to drive off; I was risking her safety.

She was gone, and I alone confronted Ricardo. He went on this long speech about how I needed to be killed and silenced, that I was a danger to his gang.

Of course, I didn't listen to all that. I immediately fought the gang. This fight was difficult and painful, as the men were using blunt weapons. But, I didn't let that stop me. One by one, fueled by my rage, I systematically dispatched every single man. Ricardo began to see that he was losing and tried to negotiate with me, saying that I needed him and owed a lot to him. Obviously, I didn't care and didn't ask.

Using my bloody fists, I began to crush Ricardo's pathetic face. Every punch made a sickening sound. Ricardo tried to talk but was immediately cut off by my fist caving in his skull.

What was left of his face didn't even resemble a human. Every hole on that cockroach's head was leaking blood.

My anger and adrenaline eventually wore off, and the suppressed pain began to hurt. All the bruises and wounds weakened my body.

My sister came back, and when she found me, she immediately carried my injured body to the bike, driving while crying her eyes out.

I don't remember what happened in the hospital; all I remember is that when I woke up, my sister was sitting next to my bed, still crying.

Haha, such a crybaby she is.

Time moved forward, and our former plan of going to Prehivel was, you could say, canceled.

She found a job in Rondon; apparently, she became a botanist. She always had this interest in plants and the old God Vinuska, having an aspiration to own a garden and a flower shop. But our former situation didn't provide the right environment for her dream to flourish properly.

But I continued my plan of going to Prehivel. I had already bought tickets, and apparently, the city was in high demand for laborers. I remember there were a lot of construction projects for a festival of some kind.

This was a mistake.

I didn't expect to meet the old God of the Moon, Rher. In my past life, I had come across a book talking about the trickster moon God. I remembered it mentioning a festival named TERMINA. That name rang a bell; I remember it being the name of a town in a Zelda game, and I guess Rher being a literal moon makes this a coincidence.

Three days, said by a clown in my dreams. We, the contestants, had three days to compete in this damn festival.

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And if we won, we would become New Gods. Obviously, I didn't want this problem. Dealing with Rher is a fool's game. Literally, this God is petty and jealous. He doesn't want humanity to ascend and share the power of the gods. The whole festival is a trap for humans to kill each other.

Winning meant nothing. Rher would literally kill you if you won.

Not to mention this place is currently being attacked by the Bremen army led by Kaiser, also known as Le'garde. I swear I killed that man in my previous life. The Knight must have resurrected him.

But my time here wasn't that bad. One of the contestants, August, is apparently one of my descendants. He carries the tormented souls, after all. And I met my dearest companion once again.

Moonless.

My girl has grown this big and strong. Fortunately, she recognized me, and the big wolf immediately tackled me when she realized it's me.

The swords, miasma and Black Steel still remain within her fur, as I entrusted them to her. She's truly the best of girls. Sadly, I cannot take her home because of her size.

After this festival, I sadly died once more.

I didn't reach the tower. My main goal was to kill Kaiser and stop the formation of logic.

And I met the God of the Machine.

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LINE Break.

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This reality is pretty rough. My sister is probably still looking for me. Moonless will be alone again, and the friends I've bonded with will lose another comrade.

But that's probably for the better.

I don't have to endure and suffer anymore. I can rest properly and heal my tormented soul.

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Why is this still going?