1 Cursed one or fated one. (Rewrite...)

Regarding that era now, looking back. For a while there, I was certain that I was attempting the impossible. It should have been obvious that the utopia I sought did not exist.

When a person's current existence ends, their ability to recall their previous lives also ends, which has always been the case since the rise and collapse of ancient civilizations. But as human selfishness and ambition grew, the law began to reflect the preferences of its citizens.

From that moment on, the constraints on the human spirit began to loosen. when multiple universes began to show signs of reincarnation.

It is due to the suffering their souls went through in a previous existence that the world looks favorably upon them now, giving them the power to turn everything upside down.

They are blind to the fact that the good and bad things in both worlds are symmetrical and balanced. The fortunate one used his good fortune to bring disaster upon himself or another.

"Yes! Your birth chart features a whopping forty omens of doom, and for some reason, it was written for you to bear them. That's why, even in the end, you had to go through what you did."

"Even though I'm a god, I'm sorry to say that I have nothing of value to give you."

The girl with golden hair watched the unconscious boy sitting in front of her with cold, angry eyes as he tried to warm himself up with his own body heat.

So, will I have to live under the same star of ill fortune for the next two dozen years of my life?

When the boy turned his gaze to the Goddess, she was beaming at him. He felt like he knew her right away. And yet, he felt he had lost even the ability to smile, even at the sweet girl before him.

When he thinks back over the past twenty generations, he recalls each of the lives he lived. He could do nothing to change his tragic fate, and he had given up hope in the divine.

"No! This time around, I really want to provide you with a normal existence. Despite this, in all honesty, I wish I could grant you the fate of the predestined."

"But I can see the hatred that has grown within your heart for those who were destined to suffer. To make you feel bad about yourself. if you were born that way, it would be that way forever."

She turned her attention to the youngster, whose angry gaze met her own. But her heart's desire was to finally offer him the affection he's craved for two decades.

"Hmm! You could very well be correct in assuming that. While it's true that I wouldn't wish my own birth on anyone, I would feel terrible if someone else had to go through what I did because of it. In all honesty, it is my deepest desire to be born into a situation where I will have no such luck."

A soft smile spread across the boy's face at that same moment, and the gloomy feeling inside his chest quickly dissipated.

With the Goddess staring at him. Suddenly became silent, her face flushed with shame. She thought, for a few while at least, that not even the gods could top his charisma.

"No! I owe it to him to make up for everything he's thrown away in his life."

Livis studied the boy's features as she deliberated on a course of action that would not violate any cosmic laws. She thinks back on the goddess of Karma's invitation to a banquet.

In her recollection, they had mentioned finding a selfless boy to serve as the system's sample user.

The guy in front of her appears like the greatest option.

It's possible that with that method, he can mend his broken heart and find the will to live in his next incarnation.

Because of this, she is willing to trust Karma, the goddess of karma, with the boy's soul. As a result, the Goddess of Karma will now have control over his fate.

"Hmm! You are now completely prepared for your next life. Keep in mind the stars' role in your misfortune. Will go on to become some of your most prized possessions."

The boy opened his eyes wide, caught a glimpse of the goddess, and then closed them again. Wishing for a routine existence in the year to come.

Otherwise, he can be a hopeless cause that not even the goddess can rescue. He vanished from that world with a brilliant void.

Sadness filled my heart as I thought, "Ken-Chan, you will be missed..."

Next thing he knew, the kid with no name was in the land of nothing. where an elderly man with a beard was staring at him.

"Finally! You lucky little worm, you." The grandfather patted the child on the head and smiled. Who was treating the elderly man with contempt.

"Who exactly is the fortunate one. Believe it or not, I died with forty stars of the devil emblazoned onto my skull. I was blessed, as you put it."

The youngster, who must remain nameless, yelled fiercely at the grandfather. Whom the youngster pointed at the 40 stars while smiling strangely, and who merely stared at him with a sigh.

And with a huff! A vase materialised in his palm, and he swigged from it.

"Those Devil stars can wipe out a human soul right at birth. Still, I can't believe you're still alive. Even I, the so-called "Grand Sage of the Millennium World," made a mistake. If I had the same longevity as you, I would have died under them a million times."

The old man laughed at Nameless, who was sitting on the ground, contemplating. He had seen every unfortunate existence in his brief dream memory.

In his dreams, he keeps dreaming about a female who is always cheering him on. Though! He had spent his entire life working on a body of knowledge that would one day astound the world, and he was stupid enough to think that was the reason.

He thought if he could just figure out what the dream meant, he might put an end to his bad luck.

"Yes! It was the deity you were so vehemently glaring at before. Even if just in your dreams, she has been bearing some of your weight with you. That was the maximum that her abilities allowed."

The elderly man tapped his head thoughtfully as he smiled at the youngster.

"You spent the whole time in the arms of a goddess, sound asleep." How dare you, you hapless jerk!

There, as the red stars over his head began to fade, the youngster sobbed uncontrollably, releasing all of his pent-up anger and frustration.

He yearned to see that goddess's grin once more. Right as he summoned the girl back, Old Sage vanished.

For her to have the final say with the boy, since that he is no longer in her care.

"Many thanks! Really appreciate it. What in the name of God." He mumbled when he saw the goddess he sought staring back at him with the same grin on her face.

"Keep in mind that you are entering a realm where my friend is a ruler. While I still had your goddess's parting present in my possession."

And while he looked at a screen and read what it said, she tapped him on the head.

The Rental Girlfriend System... As his awareness and she vanished together.

Someday I can go out with my goddess. And if that's all there is to it, then count me in...

A love story will become entangled in the fate of forty bright stars. Many worlds, but also many worlds will receive their greatest hero.

Kenta Leonhart shall be the name of our hero...

An up-and-coming member of the Leonhart royal dynasty.

In the Norman Empire of the continent of the Rising Dragon, there lived a family of dukes.

The wise old man raised his strange expression to the sky's 40 stars. He recalled that the birth of this boy would occur beneath the watchful eye of 40 stars.

Someone once said, "Is he even a human, he is more like a demi-god skill set." After all, Kenta was reborn into a world where both magic and swordplay were commonplace.

Where early identification of talent identifies those who are destined for greatness. Have a maximum of four innate abilities.

Even though most people have only one natural talent. Also known as a "Professional limiter."

This is a gift if your parents named you after one of the Guardian skills. Guardian will be his chosen vocation, and with practise he can become even better at it.

Kenta opened his eyes and found that the ceiling was spinning wildly above him. This was the cause of his nausea and vomiting.

However, he was able to force them down on instinct, a holdover from when he had to consume raw flesh. But he also understood that in the freezing air, he would perish from lack of food if he threw up.

"Ken-Chan." Turning back, he saw the woman's concerned expression as he heard a worried voice. Who was giving him the concerned glance?

Kenta recalled that he had been asking him, "What happened, why did you just scream like that?" when he had screamed out of agony in his head. Which accompanied the flood of multiple recollections.

"Pardon me! But my head hurt so badly that I was about to vomit." After a moment of reflection, Kenta realised the woman before him was his mother and responded. My sister's age, it seemed. Why do I feel so guilty calling her mommy?

Kenta breaks into a grin as you massage his head. Joyfully anticipating the trials and tribulations that life had in store for him, he smiled.