Levi was still lost for words. What did they mean by right soul, wasn't his reincarnation just dumb luck? What were the odds that in those centuries, not a single soul was the perfect candidate.
It was beginning to feel like this was a web entangled with his fate. He had a sinking feeling that even if he were not a serial killer in his past life he would've been reincarnated.
What he couldn't figure out what the afterlife system was playing at. Because the no killing rule seemed to be real, his soul, he didn't even know where that resided with his body but he did feel a piece of it being ripped from his being.
He was by no means a stupid man, but this was just beyond his understanding. It didn't make an ounce of sense.
"You do know I was a bloodlusted psychopath in my past life right? How could you possibly say that I'm the right soul?"
