After Faking My Death N Times, I Became Everyone's One True Love

You died, and then you were reincarnated again.

As someone who keeps sitting bolt upright in their coffin, you think, Fine. Your adaptability is excellent!

You were born into the Kurta Clan, whose members have blood-red eyes and live in harmony with nature deep in the mountains and forests. Frail and sickly, you became the object of care for Kurapika and the rest of the clan. The blood-locking and Berserker cheat abilities you had in your previous life in Jujutsu Kaisen, Heavenly Restriction, also came with you when you transmigrated.

The weaker you are, the stronger you fight. With a body this frail, your combat prowess shoots straight up. The more your health burns away and the weaker you become, the stronger you get. You can even sacrifice your own HP for a boost.

You are proud to protect your family and companions from venomous snakes and magical beasts. Yet they always look at you so strangely. Why do they keep making faces like [I let you suffer because I was powerless], or [If only I were a little stronger, you wouldn't have been hurt...]?

You don't care. Not at all.

Until the night the Kurta Clan was slaughtered.

You killed every member of the Phantom Troupe.

The merciless Grim Reaper swung his scythe until both friend and foe had fallen.

Kurapika arrived too late. He took your hand as you lay in a pool of blood and wept aloud.

You found it strange. You were already used to dying. Why was he so sad?

[Smile for me.]

With your life fading, those were the last words you said to him.

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And then, the next day...

You had a new body!

This time, you were reincarnated as a native of Meteor City!

A mighty woman sprang upright like a carp!

See? You told them you wouldn't die. You were used to pain long ago.

Reincarnation was just another part of everyday life.

But why...

Did the children who laughed with you cry so bitterly after seeing you die?

On the day the rain poured down and blood rained from the sky,

the Phantom Troupe was formed.

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Reincarnated N times.

You look at the men and women whose faces are covered in expressions like [Don't get hurt] and [It's all my fault], and a question mark pops up over your head.

You just keep dying and dying.

After dying so many times, you somehow became the unattainable moonlight in other people's hearts.

You all have such strange taste!

Theme: Value yourself.