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Bibell
[Regression]
It is said that when a man dies, he sees his past life as a lampshade.
Inevitably, everyone is equal before death.
It is indeed kind of death to show us the memories we want to repeat over and over again, and the memories we don’t want to recall, without discrimination.
Humanity, which cries out for equality so much, can only be equal in death.
So die, humanity, for the equality you so long for does not exist in this world.
«You woke up Eunha, it’s mom.»
«Our Eunha is awake! it’s Daddy, Eunha!»»
Ah.
So this is a dream.
His parents were killed in a monster attack when he was six years old, so it’s not surprising that he remembers them so vividly when he’s been focused on killing monsters ever since.
Life is really miserable.
He picked up a sword to avenge his family’s deaths, only to find himself killing monsters and not remembering why he was fighting.
Maybe he’d been hoping for this ever since.
«What can I do? Eunha isn’t responding to me! Minji’s dad says she squeals with joy whenever she sees his face, but why is he just staring blankly at me? Is he sick?»
«You’re so insensitive. You can’t talk to a child like that.»
Did my parents really love me this much?
I wish this moment would pass.
If I stay like this, I’ll look back on the rest of my life and feel like I’m being torn apart.
Undead, who can’t die even if he dies.
He’s lost people he cares about, been rejected and betrayed by people he cares about.
He couldn’t wait to see the rest of his life and say goodbye to this disgusting world.
«Bye.»
But something was wrong.
No matter how much I wished and prayed, the scene didn’t change.
Surely they’re not telling me to just look back like this?
It’s nonsense.
Then all that’s left is to sit still and watch a movie.
A movie with a running time of 32 years, a story with no dreams and no hope?
Are they telling me to eat sweet potatoes again?
I can’t even move like this….
Huh?
«Oh, did you want to hold your mom’s hand?»
«Son, I’m sad. I still have ten fingers, look!»
A mother and father who are separated by only one finger.
He couldn’t figure out why they were arguing about something so trivial.
That wasn’t the problem.
He was holding his mother’s fingers, his will.
Or so he thought.
The sensation was too vivid for a junior.
He was free to move his hands and stumble on his feet, not just to stare at the past without doing anything.
What is this. If I’m not dead, this is-.
I’m confused, he had to admit.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I had lived to die, and though I regretted that I wanted to live a little more at the end, I was still hoping to die.
I didn’t die.
Rather, I was reborn again as one-year-old No Eunha instead─».
Reborn? I was reborn as me?
It’s a bit of a stretch to say that.
If I had to say it, it’s like this.
«Huh?»
─Back to the past?
It seemed ridiculous at first, but I couldn’t deny the possibility.
This world is imbued with mana.
Every living thing has mana in its heart. The primal force that makes the heart beat, the moment it manifests outside the body, it interferes with the laws of the world.
It is magic, the manifestation of mana in the world based on human imagination.
It is a miracle that makes the impossible possible.
Across his many limbs, he had experienced such a sight many times.
A man on the verge of death, miraculously brought back to life. People who were dead became the Living Dead.
So the fact that he had returned to the past could not be dismissed as impossible.
The only question is how he became the object of a miracle.
Without any foreshadowing….
No foreshadowing?
«You finally see your dad, do you want to hug him, huh, do you want to hug me?»
When he turned his head, his father was smiling broadly.
Unable to speak, he settled for burrowing into his mother’s arms.
Father had a look on his face like he had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant, but I didn’t know what was going on.
There was a precedent.
The Abyss Dungeon.
Didn’t Yoojeong shout that she would save him at the very depths of the dungeon?
With a skill set that rivaled the Twelve, it wasn’t surprising that she had reversed time.
After all, she had been causing outrageous phenomena.
If a miracle happened where she could go back to the past just before her death, there was no one else but her who could create a miracle there.
But that was a problem to be considered later.
There was an urgent matter to attend to.
That’s right.
«Ugh….»
He had an itchy butt now.
With all due respect to his mother, he could only hold it in so long.
«What? No way….»
Finally, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and just pooped..
What a disgrace to be born again and have to go through this.
It was a natural physiological phenomenon as a baby, but he couldn’t take it so lightly.
I want to die.
Right now.
«Can you get me some diapers and wipes, and some powder?»
«Okay!»
His mother’s judgment was quick. She laid him down on the bed and deftly undid his diaper.
By the time he counted the stains on the ceiling, they were all taken care of.
And his sense of shame hit rock bottom…
«Now you feel better, right?»
My mother smiled benevolently.
I don’t remember much, but my mother always seemed to be smiling.
«He looks just like you.»
«And what about you? You have the same eyes and wrinkles,» she teased.
And his father, who, in his memory, was quite a dignified man, but I think I need to revise that. Back then, his father looked reliable and mature, but his actions were that of a child.
Still, he was his father. His cheerful and lovable personality hadn’t changed.
I was back.
I never thought I would see my parents again.
Especially not as a newborn baby.
Whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, I didn’t know at the moment.
The only thing I could be sure of was that…
…this life was different.
is different.
One hell of a life was enough.
So this life must be…
Oh, no.
Slowly, sleepiness crept in.
«You’re tired, sleep well.»
He felt like he was melting.
It was as if those words were meant for the him before he was reborn
He closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of relaxation for the first time in a long time.
He must…
…not give in to the miserable reality, no matter what.
If you’re thinking of sharing my content, please give credit where credit is due! It takes a lot of time and effort to create something, so it’s always appreciated when people respect that and acknowledge the source. Thanks for being a responsible and considerate sharer!
Bibell
[Regression]
It is said that when a man dies, he sees his past life as a lampshade.
Inevitably, everyone is equal before death.
It is indeed kind of death to show us the memories we want to repeat over and over again, and the memories we don’t want to recall, without discrimination.
Humanity, which cries out for equality so much, can only be equal in death.
So die, humanity, for the equality you so long for does not exist in this world.
«You woke up Eunha, it’s mom.»
«Our Eunha is awake! it’s Daddy, Eunha!»»
Ah.
So this is a dream.
His parents were killed in a monster attack when he was six years old, so it’s not surprising that he remembers them so vividly when he’s been focused on killing monsters ever since.
Life is really miserable.
He picked up a sword to avenge his family’s deaths, only to find himself killing monsters and not remembering why he was fighting.
Maybe he’d been hoping for this ever since.
«What can I do? Eunha isn’t responding to me! Minji’s dad says she squeals with joy whenever she sees his face, but why is he just staring blankly at me? Is he sick?»
«You’re so insensitive. You can’t talk to a child like that.»
Did my parents really love me this much?
I wish this moment would pass.
If I stay like this, I’ll look back on the rest of my life and feel like I’m being torn apart.
Undead, who can’t die even if he dies.
He’s lost people he cares about, been rejected and betrayed by people he cares about.
He couldn’t wait to see the rest of his life and say goodbye to this disgusting world.
«Bye.»
But something was wrong.
No matter how much I wished and prayed, the scene didn’t change.
Surely they’re not telling me to just look back like this?
It’s nonsense.
Then all that’s left is to sit still and watch a movie.
A movie with a running time of 32 years, a story with no dreams and no hope?
Are they telling me to eat sweet potatoes again?
I can’t even move like this….
Huh?
«Oh, did you want to hold your mom’s hand?»
«Son, I’m sad. I still have ten fingers, look!»
A mother and father who are separated by only one finger.
He couldn’t figure out why they were arguing about something so trivial.
That wasn’t the problem.
He was holding his mother’s fingers, his will.
Or so he thought.
The sensation was too vivid for a junior.
He was free to move his hands and stumble on his feet, not just to stare at the past without doing anything.
What is this. If I’m not dead, this is-.
I’m confused, he had to admit.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I had lived to die, and though I regretted that I wanted to live a little more at the end, I was still hoping to die.
I didn’t die.
Rather, I was reborn again as one-year-old No Eunha instead─».
Reborn? I was reborn as me?
It’s a bit of a stretch to say that.
If I had to say it, it’s like this.
«Huh?»
─Back to the past?
It seemed ridiculous at first, but I couldn’t deny the possibility.
This world is imbued with mana.
Every living thing has mana in its heart. The primal force that makes the heart beat, the moment it manifests outside the body, it interferes with the laws of the world.
It is magic, the manifestation of mana in the world based on human imagination.
It is a miracle that makes the impossible possible.
Across his many limbs, he had experienced such a sight many times.
A man on the verge of death, miraculously brought back to life. People who were dead became the Living Dead.
So the fact that he had returned to the past could not be dismissed as impossible.
The only question is how he became the object of a miracle.
Without any foreshadowing….
No foreshadowing?
«You finally see your dad, do you want to hug him, huh, do you want to hug me?»
When he turned his head, his father was smiling broadly.
Unable to speak, he settled for burrowing into his mother’s arms.
Father had a look on his face like he had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant, but I didn’t know what was going on.
There was a precedent.
The Abyss Dungeon.
Didn’t Yoojeong shout that she would save him at the very depths of the dungeon?
With a skill set that rivaled the Twelve, it wasn’t surprising that she had reversed time.
After all, she had been causing outrageous phenomena.
If a miracle happened where she could go back to the past just before her death, there was no one else but her who could create a miracle there.
But that was a problem to be considered later.
There was an urgent matter to attend to.
That’s right.
«Ugh….»
He had an itchy butt now.
With all due respect to his mother, he could only hold it in so long.
«What? No way….»
Finally, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and just pooped..
What a disgrace to be born again and have to go through this.
It was a natural physiological phenomenon as a baby, but he couldn’t take it so lightly.
I want to die.
Right now.
«Can you get me some diapers and wipes, and some powder?»
«Okay!»
His mother’s judgment was quick. She laid him down on the bed and deftly undid his diaper.
By the time he counted the stains on the ceiling, they were all taken care of.
And his sense of shame hit rock bottom…
«Now you feel better, right?»
My mother smiled benevolently.
I don’t remember much, but my mother always seemed to be smiling.
«He looks just like you.»
«And what about you? You have the same eyes and wrinkles,» she teased.
And his father, who, in his memory, was quite a dignified man, but I think I need to revise that. Back then, his father looked reliable and mature, but his actions were that of a child.
Still, he was his father. His cheerful and lovable personality hadn’t changed.
I was back.
I never thought I would see my parents again.
Especially not as a newborn baby.
Whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, I didn’t know at the moment.
The only thing I could be sure of was that…
…this life was different.
is different.
One hell of a life was enough.
So this life must be…
Oh, no.
Slowly, sleepiness crept in.
«You’re tired, sleep well.»
He felt like he was melting.
It was as if those words were meant for the him before he was reborn
He closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of relaxation for the first time in a long time.
He must…
…not give in to the miserable reality, no matter what.
