[System: Initiating reboot... subject detected 'Seon Vel'seol.... Initiating 196th reincarnation.]
[....0...10...30...90...100... Success.]
[Welcome back, God's left eye.]
Seon's red eyes fluttered open, and with a weary sigh, she braced herself for the same disorienting haze that clung to each reincarnation.
Yet another life. Another dreary start. The system's sterile message still hummed in her ears as her awareness gradually clicked.
'Do I really have to do this again...?'
Her last dream—or maybe a nightmare—lingered in her mind: she'd met Him again, the one she assumed was "God", the entity responsible for this supposed "blessing."
She couldn't really understand what drove him to burden her with this cycle, nor why she'd been forced to reincarnate so many times.
Oh well, she gave up on the idea of understanding entities that are more complex than humans.
Maybe it was simply for his amusement.
'Crap' She doesn't want to think about any possibilities.
She felt her jaw clench every time she overthought that God's decision. Reincarnation seemed like his way of laughing at her, another chance for him to see her fail, get crushed, and wake up in yet another body.
"I died again… huh." She scowled, recalling how her last life had ended—mangled under the wheels of some idiot's truck. 'Of all things… a truck?TRUUCCCKKKK???' She nearly laughed.
'The universe has a terrible sense of humor.'
None of her lives had lasted even a year. After 195 deaths, she half-expected that dying within a year was just part of her routine. It would be even more weird if she can survive celebrating her birthday.
"Why even live through it all?" she mused bitterly.
Weariness troubled her rather than anger.
Sure, the rage was still there, bubbling just under the surface, but lately? It had been drowned in something worse.
An emptiness that pushes away her drive to resist.
She felt too tired... exhausted to even move her body.
"Maybe I should…" She stopped herself from murmuring as she accidentally bit her tongue. "Who am I kidding? Fate wouldn't even allow that."
'A life of freedom, but at the same time a life I couldn't control. How stupid'
Seon shut her eyes, clinging to the fleeting hope that maybe, just maybe, this time she'd be left alone to rest. All she wanted was to sleep—nothing else.
Alas,
"All hail the Prophet!"
"The Messiah, the messenger of God!"
"The Holy One that will cast salvation!"
The obnoxious chanting keeps ringing in her ears, each word pounding like a hammer against her skull. Her teeth clenched, and whatever fatigue she had felt moments before was promptly replaced by a seething annoyance.
'Who are these people!?'
She clicked her tongue once, hinting at her irritation and disdain.
But the real kicker came when the voices refused to fade. She could practically feel the blind reverence from their words— and it made her stomach churn.
She woke up wanting peace; a time to drama like theatrics.
'Maybe peace was overrated,' she thought bitterly. Right now, what she wanted more was to punch something.
'Live a life doing nothing? I already did that in my 21st to 125th reincarnation, not worth it'
"All hail the prophet! the savio-- GRUH!" The fervent voice died mid-chant as one unfortunate soul toppled, clutching a fractured knee, Seon's heel still pressed firmly atop his skull.
"Dogshit! Stop chanting near me!"
"Arch Priest!!"
"Oh my Goddess is he deaad?"
"Ieeeek! i-is it enemy?"
"Oh please! Can you guys shut up for a damn minute?!"
Rising from the altar, Seon's silver-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, like a silk touches her shoulders. The moonlight filtering through the stained glass bathed her in a pale glow, making her porcelain skin glisten like a delicate doll.
Her beauty momentarily stunned everyone in the room.
Except…
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" This doll-like figure had a mouth that could make anyone shocked, enough to shatter any illusion of angelic grace. "Can't you see I was sleeping? Is this a séance? You trying to summon Satan or something?"
"W-we are here to ask for—"
"I didn't ask for your life story." Seon immediately cut him off. "Did I ask you to talk? No? Then shut it."
"But you did ask something..."
"Who said that?" Seon asked coldly, preparing her fist as she turned around. "I need a word or two"
Silence, as absolute as death. Heads bowed, eyes glued to the floor, as though fearing even to breathe in her direction.
Finally. Seon rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Dogshit" she muttered under her breath.
"tsk tsk tsk people at this age couldn't even understand the essence of 'manners'! Oh God! Are these the people you wanted to protect so badly?!"
A rule from her 195th life floated through her mind: "Annoy a drunk person, but never annoy someone who just woke up." She could practically vouch for it now.
'Hooh... calm down Seon... it's not worth it to get annoyed in every single thing'
Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she tried to calm down.
'See, it's that easy! We don't need to get mad-'
But one look at their faces was enough to boil her blood all over again.
'These idiots.'
As Seon stood up these people automatically kneeled down with their heads on the ground trembling. "P-please have mercy Prophet!"