Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

I held my head in the magic workshop I set up at the Mansion.

He was born in Japan in New Year's Eve sixty years ago. I finally realized it at the time of death.

Life is too short to excel at sorcery.

I've even punched into witchcraft, but I just stepped into the entrance. I still have something to do.

It would be possible to extend the life expectancy by about ten to twenty years if we exhausted the technology that we now have.

"But what happens when you do that?

Such a slight delusion is not enough at all.

At least I want ten times that.

But I don't have that power. An old, decaying body. Thinking dull. I just resent myself being tied to a bowl of meat.

So you're giving up?

No! No! No! My quest for magic was screaming with all my might.

Almost paves the way. I'm sure of that.

"Well, if you can't live with this body any more, you can just throw this body away."

Perhaps more than a few hundred magicians have reached this answer so far.

The idea of transferring one's own soul to other bodies.

But nothing could have made that happen.

It is difficult to take over a person's body. Magic is the power of will. The power applied to me is strongest. Not to mention the unconscious desire to preserve oneself is an interminable force.

There is a further problem of compatibility between soul and flesh. A man's body grows to suit his soul. Even the baby stage is slow. Because the moment it occurs in this world, flesh can be made as a vessel of its soul.

I wish I could aim for that moment, but life at that stage is terrible. It's not funny to take over and die instantly.

Is there no safer and more secure way?

This genius stops at the same idea as an ordinary man?

Magic is the study of souls. So I should know more about my soul than anyone.

And the answer came out.

"Circle reincarnation"

Yes, the soul tours.

The soul dies and ascends into heaven, and eventually descends into the earth and dwells in the flesh. It is my guess that at this stage of ascending to heaven and descending to earth, souls are bleached and all memories and will are swept away.

But there are exceptions. Strong thoughts, as time, persist in the soul and remain alive until reborn. That's why I said humans rarely show up remembering memories from previous lives.

Then you can do that.

Intentionally, deeply and deeply engrave my memory and will so that it does not fall from my soul.

That way, when I'm born again, I'll be born with me.

Perhaps now is the only time to do it. Old, but before you take away thought and technology.

If I fail, my soul will be torn apart and I will be just a living doll.

Even if successful, there is not even certainty that a roundabout reincarnation exists.

The minutes are too bad of a bet.

But...

"I guess I'll just have to do it"

I only have that option.

A glorious future lies ahead of me. And yet how can you hesitate?

When I give up this path, I die as a magician.

"Liberation, my soul"

My eulogy "Noriko" when I perform the manipulation ceremony of the soul.

"Stay in your body and remember, thoughts! I carve the cry into my soul. Ceremony Begins"

Originally, chanting makes no sense.

Magic is activated by building a magic ceremony in the soul and brain and repainting the rules of the world.

But by speaking of chanting, I can be oriented in my thoughts.

The feeling of burning in the back of your chest. Information that just existed in a part called the brain is carved deeper. The brain information will disappear if the brain cells die, but it will not disappear in the future if it is carved into the soul.

But this goes hand in hand with hurting my soul. Wrong addition or subtraction will crush your soul and I will disappear.

It's total annihilation that doesn't even allow reincarnation.

Thousands, tens of thousands, command formulas continue to run. Blue, like a string… my image takes shape and embodies it and begins to circle around.

Blood spilled out of my mouth. Soul wounds seem to have fed back into the flesh.

It's hot, it's just hot, the feeling of beings saying I'm more and more, swelling up.

I wonder how you've ever been confined to a body of meat?

It seems sincerely so when you are mocking your soul.

This is what was right about being a magician.

Blood erupts from a pore called a pore. It's the first time I don't know how to add or subtract it. Still, I kept carving out my existence so that I wouldn't fail.

And finally, the body reaches its limits.

There's nothing you can do with the will, physical limitations.

I had a sneering grin as I sank into a sea of my own blood.

Successful. I'm hurt, but my soul is safe. I did carve myself in.

As it is, I will surely die now.

But I don't mind. Now I can make sure I'm right.

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From the results, the reincarnation was a success.

The first reincarnation was in the United States in 1972 A.D.

I was born as two men in a middle-class family there.

It was my thirteenth birthday that I remembered from my previous life. Apparently, the brain could not receive information about the soul until the body had grown enough.

The first reincarnation struck into the study by trying to see through the original life.

But I learned how lonely I couldn't help myself in that life. The world is abandoning magic.

Science illuminated the darkness of the world, and mysterious lurking places were gone. It was made into sorcery, and what could not be done with chemistry disappeared.

For example, the sorcerer is at best full of burning a radius of fifty meters, even with the use of various sorcery tools, devoting his life to everything that burns. But chemistry can be achieved a hundred times or a thousand times that, with tools that anyone can use.

At this point, I abandoned the possibility of witchcraft in physical phenomena and just began to focus on my spirit and soul. Believe me, that's the only sanctuary of sorcery.

And he lived fifty years, carved into his soul what he had newly gained, and killed himself.

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The second time, it was a joke-like world.

Civilization has been as bad as modern times.

Monsters who said goblins and oaks walked wide, knights in armor strolled through the city, and magic was a natural world for the general public to even use.

Yes, not time, but the world itself is different.

I was born as a knight's four men serving the royal family, and I was able to live quite freely and prosperously.

Here the memory of the previous life returned when fourteen.

That's where I've noticed.

On Earth, some influence has placed restrictions on witchcraft.

On Earth, magic, which is supposed to be foggy the moment you get out of your body, keeps its shape no matter how long it goes on. I don't have the noise to come when I have a magic ceremony on my mind.

This world was fun. There was as much information as there was on the development of witchcraft and I didn't know. Above all, magic could be used in real life.

I was brilliant in this world. Magic dwells in the soul. I continued to work out in a harsh earthly environment. My strength was high, I was elevated, I was taken up by the castle, and I was at the head of a court magician.

In the world here, I could know that there was inherent magic that relied on individuals and general purpose magic that anyone could use. Inherent magic is given by the goddess. Just the fantasy world is everything.

Generic witchcraft has reason, but intrinsic witchcraft does not. I don't understand that I can use inherent magic myself. According to the goddess, each person is born with a magic circuit that specializes in intrinsic sorcery. Generic magic is nothing more than an imitation using its empty space.

And my intrinsic magic identity is to recreate who I am in the past that I want. With this, I could have fought with a full season of flesh, even in my old age, and even summoned me from my previous life.

The end of the world was a battlefield crusade.

Even here with my last strength I carved memories into my soul.

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Then I reincarnated again and again. Japan as it became, a fantastic world, a steampunk world, and France in 2210 A.D. I repeated a total of 15 times in a variety of ways, including a world where witchcraft only works in me, a world that I just think is in the game no matter what I think. I'm 13-15 years old to regain my memory every time.

Sorcery was becoming extreme and I had to rely on what I first touched in a reborn world to meet the limits of self-study, and I was beginning to seek entertainment other than sorcery.

Particularly interesting was France in 2210 A.D. VRMMO was popular.

Other technologies existed in this world that use VR technology to prolong physical sensory time.

While diving into the world of VR, a second becomes 1000 seconds.

I enjoyed even retro Japanese cartoons and games in that world. I was originally born in Japan, and once I was born in Japan in Heisei, and I had some nostalgia for touching the game. I enjoyed that as much as I wanted in nearly infinite time.

In that world, he died of aging after devouring even entertainment that he had nothing to gain from witchcraft.

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When the number of reincarnations exceeded twenty, suddenly everything looked faded. Inspiration, enthusiasm disappears.

I thought it was time to finish. Research was no longer something that only had to take time to get stuck.

This is the last week I decided to do it. In the twenty-first week, I met one girl.

I met that girl in a world dominated by demon kings and devastated by civilization.

The girl was a beautiful high elf. Beautiful blonde hair and black robes, he stood up to the existence of destroying the world with a bow made of world trees in one hand.

No matter how hurt or fallen, he stood up and fought again and again.

And the final showdown. The last city a human could live in was attacked by the Demon King.

The girl, along with her surviving companions, challenged her to a desperate battle. I do my best and scratch my feet out believing in the needle's earlier victory, not the damned thing. One, two and, my people went down, and even when I was the last one, I kept fighting, and at the end of the day, I got into conflict with the Demon King.

After the battle, she looked back at the people watching her battle, smiled and laughed saying it was all right.

Bloodshed with wounds not strange to death, enduring the grief of losing one's companion.

It was the first time in a long time that my chest beat when I saw the girl.

Yeah, I found out. In a long time, my soul will wear out and never shine. But seeing a radiant person illuminates me myself.

The High Elf girl then embarked on a journey so that the Demon King would never be resurrected again. I traveled with the girl and eventually died of life expectancy.

I've changed since this rebirth. While devouring just entertainment, I began to look for shining humans and watch the story beside them, rather than extremes of witchcraft.

And I stopped interfering with me in those days more than I had to.

Soul tours, 31st time. The reincarnation of destiny begins.