Prologue
The first thing I thought about when I woke up was the meaning of my rebirth.
I wondered what kind of miracle had caused me to be reborn in a world that was apparently a different world.
I asked myself if there was something I should do, but no one answered.
It seems that I am not given a role to save the world or anything like that.
My next thought was about my previous life.
Maybe it was the immature brain of an infant, or maybe it was simply the lack of events that I could recall, but I couldn't find a single hot one, and none were on the back of my mind.
―Yeah, I didn't get anything done in my previous life.
I couldn't find anything important, I couldn't protect anything.
The mundane things I had avoided, thinking I was smart, thinking I understood, were the things I really needed.
The life I thought I was living was nothing but a waste of time.
When I realized this, I felt that my former life had really died inside me.
―This is a punishment.
Mars Irving came into this world with a strong sense that the crying of a baby right after birth is probably due to regret, sadness, loneliness, and emptiness.
―I will live this life with no regrets.
The phrase "no regrets, no regrets" does not apply to me, who was reborn with the consciousness of my previous life.
The next time I die and am reborn, I will live my life so that I can be proud of myself and say that my previous life would have been a good one.
― To live is to continue to be involved in something.
Whether it is a person or an event, to continue to be in touch with something that moves you is life.
The day he realizes that this is similar to traveling, he takes up the sword.
He doesn't want to be a hero. It is not that he was given such a vessel.
He wants to live with the one he loves
He knew on the day he was born that he needed the power to do so.
The hope that was born from the mesh of miracles was mundane, boring, and commonplace.
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