The 101st life has begun.
For the cursed infinite regressor, physical death doesn’t even grant a brief respite to the mind. It would be better to fall into a light sleep, as consciousness remains sharp and memories unbroken.
His senses were active, reporting the state of his body. The left side of his chest, which should have felt empty, was filled, and the blood vessels that had been writhing as if about to burst were now still.
His worn-out soul had once again clothed itself in a new body, proclaiming its vigor.
A very familiar sensation of a new timeline beginning.
It’s dreadful.
He resisted, at the very least, by not opening his eyelids. The moment he opened his eyes and took in the world, it felt like the beginning of life.
But as always, the world doesn’t leave him be, not even for a second. It relentlessly shakes him.
“Damn it! Where the hell are we now? Eek?! What…