Slowly, her eyes opened, and she was reborn as a transgender? Zach actually turned into a girl? ! All she could do was scream. Repeatedly caressing his daughter's body? unacceptable. But life after that? ! Still extremely miserable?
Thousands of lives. Everyone died tragically. stabbed. cut. beheading. pierce. Melt in the fire of God. As if trapped in endless bitter cold.
Betrayed by a friend. Betrayed by the one you love. Watch as they are devoured by the demon lord. Watch it grow like a seed over and over again. Look for their inner weaknesses. By the time he wanted to stop it, it was already too late.
To save the gods, cut down the gods. Still failed. Over and over again. Forced to watch helplessly, like a spectator of his own life. Watch him make the same mistakes over and over again. Finally forced to try again, looking back on a wasted life. Just in case try again,
They may fail again.
So many people died. How painful. So much pain.
She couldn't keep it inside anymore. She screamed, the sound rushing from her throat despite her efforts to suppress it.
After a few seconds, a hand covered her mouth, muffling her screams.
"Do you want to wake up the whole forest?" a voice hissed in her ear. A man's voice. "Or maybe you want to kill us all?" Who is he? where is she? Wait, her? who is she? What about him? No, she is who she is. He is who he is. So weird!
Then her current life came back to her like ice-cold water. She is a mercenary and a recruit to the Crystal Phoenix. Is the youngest recruit ever to be recruited by the Crystal Phoenix. She was only twelve years old, but she was already a highly skilled archer, mage, and warrior, with only a handful of graduates able to compete with her in any one realm, let alone three.
An incomparable prodigy. At least in terms of talent and skill. She has always been the ideal student, able to master new techniques after just one or two uses!
They are traveling through the realm of the Reflection Troll, an evil beast...
He had killed people as a child. Isn't she? But then why is she here?
As she lay there, staring into the darkness, new memories battled old ones, her consciousness trying desperately to break free from her body.
New fears befall her, and although she is still a child, she is a famous magical swordsman. But it wasn't her choice. She hopes to return as a swordsman. On top of that, she's a perfect archer, at least by their standards. wait. Why is she a girl? Isn't this part of his/her wish? She tried to put the thought aside and focus on what was important. She is not a swordsman, but a magic swordsman. In fact, she wouldn't be where she is now if she hadn't. She would have been too young to join the Crystal Phoenix without strengthening her body with magic.
That means this is yet another attempt to right a wrong.
She had already failed once in this new attempt. God, why? How many times has she failed? How many times has the world been burned? What did she do wrong this time? She thought this was supposed to be her last attempt, but apparently she had failed. Has fate changed the rules for her again? Or has she found a way to die and be reborn again?
She was only vaguely aware that someone was speaking to her. "Kid? Are you okay?" a voice whispered in her ear. "Listen, if this is too much for you, you can go back." We'll take him there. We shouldn't have brought you here anyway. "
Who is he? Wait, she knows this. Filibuster. Five fingers pull the cloth. He is a dwarf, a skilled archer, and he is probably one of the most cunning pickpockets. Rab is a veteran mercenary. A good man who always pays attention to newcomers like her. But prodigy or not, she's still a rookie.
She could barely suppress a scream of joy when she realized why she was here. Why was she, of all people, summoned. Because that's probably what triggers the return of so many memories. How long will this restart last? Anyway, my soulmate Elian will make full arrangements for the cultivation of his own spells!
She looked around the camp, which was lit by a weak flame, with only a few pieces of wood burning. There were two bedrolls beside the fire. One of them held a sleeping elf woman, Rab's apprentice. But the last bedroll was empty.
Slowly, she looked away, away from the fire. A figure stood in the darkness, far enough away from him.
He was "Hadwin the Fierce." For most of her previous life, he was not only her closest friend, but also her fiercest rival, and one of only two of her companions who never became a demon lord. He is also the comrade he remembers most deeply in the time loop. His legendary sword for almost his entire life. It is said that a flick of the wrist can cut through the toughest armor.
"Joan? Can you hear me?"
It took her a moment to remember that she was Joan. She looked towards the dwarf, staring at him. "W-what?"
"You don't look well, kid. I want you to get back to base. We'll guide him from here."
"Go back..." When she realized what he meant, her eyes widened. Hadwin specifically asked her to come with them. After all, he wanted to see this familiar, fresh-faced "prodigy" in action. She wondered if he felt a soul connection between them? Or maybe there's something else? "No," she said, shaking her head. "I...I have to come."
"If you wake up screaming like that again, you won't. What's wrong with you?" he asked, shaking his head.
She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped herself. If she told them the truth, they would think she was crazy. They will definitely send her back then. She couldn't leave Hadwin, at least not yet. She had to find all seven of them.
"I had a nightmare."
"Oh, did you have a nightmare?" Lindy's voice sounded, making her tremble. "Kid, you are now a member of the Crystal Phoenix. More importantly, you are on a mission for the most important person you have ever met."
"Oh - of course, I'm sorry," Joan said, unable to suppress the blush in her cheeks. The elf lay down again, but the dwarf did not leave her side.
"Keep quiet, girl. That's Hadwin. If you piss him off, he'll probably rip the flesh from your bones and hang you up as a warning to others."
Having said this, he turned back to his bedroll and collapsed on it. After a while, snoring sounded in the air again. ha.
She can't sleep now, she remembers everything. She wasn't sure she would ever be able to sleep again. Her eyes returned to Hadwin. When she'd been assigned this mission a few days ago (even though it honestly felt like centuries had passed), she'd been scared, and for good reason. The rumors flying about him were staggering.
Now, with the memories she'd gained, the whole idea seemed laughable. In the thousands of lives she had lived, she could remember only a handful of times when he actually lost his temper and became furious. No one but the holiest of figures can accuse him. However, rumors about him always seem to be endless, as if he is a giant monster.
How many times has she tried? twice? three times? Is this her tenth time trying a new body?
She was always most comfortable holding the blade in her hand. There must be a reason why she chose swords and spells. This must have been an early attempt. She glanced down at her body and felt a blush creep onto her cheeks. But she didn't know why she was a virgin. Part of her was annoyed, but it was just a hint of tenderness, which was oddly comforting to me.
She shook her head, trying not to think about it. Of course, that's several lives lost. This was at least her second try. But the difference between the first and second time is that now, she knows this is her second try. In other words, she failed the first time. She doesn't know how she failed, but she can still use this to her advantage. She didn't know she'd tried to fix things many times in her heroic life, and this time she could use those changes to try and figure out just how wrong she was, instead of just moving forward and hoping for something. the best.
First, she had to make Hadwin understand her and get him on her side. But how? She knew him better than anyone. Lived with him for thousands of lives. I've seen him at his best and at his worst. The two are like brothers. If someone could manipulate—
When she finally understood where she'd screwed up, it was like a slap in the face. How many times in her life had she taken on all the burden herself and refused to let others know the truth until it was too late? How many times has she tried to sacrifice herself, only for everything to go wrong in the end? She has always been the hero and believes that everything must be borne by her.
She made the same mistake again. That's why this happened and why she failed again. If she wants to solve the problem, she'll have to do something she's never done before.
She slowly stood up and walked towards the figure in the dark.
"Oh ho? Can't you sleep, prodigy?" Hadwin's voice came out, harsh and rough. "We've got a big day ahead of us and it's best to get some sleep."
"I don't think I can sleep anyway. Hadwin, I have a lot to talk to you about. Anyway, I'm not sure you'll believe me. At least not at first. But if you'll hear me out, I will Forever grateful.”
The man let out a chuckle. "Are you willing to pay the price?"
"A glass of ale and a pat on the back? Yeah, I think I'll pay for it."
The laughter died away and she could barely see where it was turning towards her. "who told you that?"
"You did it. A thousand times, old friend." She felt a small knot forming in her stomach. She prayed to the gods that he would believe her. They are still here. Maybe, this time, they'll stay.
