Rebirth of the Era｜Reincarnation Revenge｜Micro Golden Finger｜Farming in Barren Years｜Fateful Sadomasochism
Six rebirths, six tragic deaths.
In the sixth life, the whole village was destroyed in a sea of fire, and I struggled in the flames. The man with the clock embedded in his right eye stood in the ruins, calmly writing down my death data, and never reached out from the beginning to the end.
Opening his eyes for the seventh time, he returned to the cold winter of 1959, where the seven sacrificial marks on his left arm continued to burn. I hold half a million cubic meters of storage space, but the price is staggering: every ton of food taken out costs one day of life.
Memories of being burned to death, drowned, and being executed as an alien by the world crazily poured into my mind. Two voices split in my heart. One advised me to be cruel and protect myself, and the other could not let go of the suffering in the world.
The tragedy of my sixth life has worn away all my good intentions. In this life, I made up my mind to hide in the mountains without anyone to save me or rely on anyone. I just wanted to live alone.
But the widow who came to my door with a kitchen knife begging for her life, the orphan who secretly broke wood and abducted me, and the veteran who knocked on the door late at night and begged for mercy, all time and again tore apart my pretense of indifference. I cleared wasteland to grow grain and steamed whole grains to fill my stomach. I obviously just wanted to be alone, but I became the life-saving straw for the whole village.
The villagers only know that I can provide rations, and they hope that I can help more people every day. No one knows that every time I take action, I am overdrawing my remaining life, and I am burdened with the curse of time that is destined to perish.
The timekeeper who watched the six reincarnations with cold eyes finally tore up the cold record book. In this life, he no longer watches, he is willing to fight against the destiny and try his best to protect me from the cycle of sacrifice, so that I no longer have to trade my life for food and clothing for others.
