Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World - Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World chapter 53

53: Imagination and Living Together

Let me acknowledge that my eighteen years were peaceful.

I have undergone a million reincarnations.

Not once have I avoided a crisis in those lives. Life has always played a prelude to being taken away by someone else.

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Peace is a preface to a “worse future”… that’s what I thought.

But, isn’t this life different?

Just kind, just peaceful, just rewarded?

Of course, my heart desires peace. It’s not just me; humans are designed to feel a sense of security even in the face of crises. After all, no one can continue to be in a crisis forever.

Considering that, I continue to anticipate the “crisis that may happen in the next second,” but I have started to feel that maybe I don’t have to live with constant vigilance anymore.

It was on one day when my relaxed mind was starting to loosen that an incident occurred. It happened when the place to live was almost decided, and all that was left was the completion of the documents that required a magical stamp pressed with the thumb.

“…Shall we live together?”

I was taken aback by the sudden proposal and could only feel perplexed.

Because we weren’t in that kind of relationship, right?

Certainly, we had talked about me starting to live alone, and I think I even said something like “come visit.”

Our relationship wasn’t bad. We were classmates who had spent a long time together.

Competing, fighting each other… There were times when it turned into a fight from a passing encounter, but our relationship has never suffered a serious crack and has continued.

However, when it comes to living together, the conversation changes again.

I certainly had a feeling that we would be able to get along well.

I have always felt that we are compatible. Our life together so far has proved that, whether we are close or distant, even when we collide, it never becomes serious.

That’s why I remember feeling nervous—whenever I thought “it’s going to work out,” something unexpected would happen, and it wouldn’t go well.

Having experienced such things many times, I was able to refrain from readily agreeing to the proposal of “let’s live together.”

But then, he said—If we live together, there are various benefits. Half the burden of household chores, half the rent, and we can also halve our sorrows, while doubling our smiles.

Upon hearing that statement, I was finally able to make a decision.

I can’t live with you.

Right, Martin?

**”Why not! It’s double the smiles, double!”**

Martin is simplistic, driven by such vague emotional arguments.

But I can’t be that simplistic… Rather, when he mentioned “half the sorrow” at the end, my wavering heart decisively leaned towards “impossible.”

Appealing to your emotions is a common trick of fraud.

While he says half the burden of household chores, there is a “commitment” to household chores.

Judging from Martin’s behavior during the school trip, he leaves his clothes scattered, throws his belongings in the middle of the room in a mess, kicks off his shoes and flings them when lying on the bed, without bothering to clean off the mud.

The standard for “being able to do household chores” between Martin and me is clearly different.

When Martin says he’s “organized,” I think, “Don’t underestimate tidiness. It’s not just about knowing where things are.” And Martin’s cooking is based on the belief that “most things can be eaten if cooked,” while my cooking is made with the belief of “making easy-to-eat, easy-to-make, easy-to-clean, delicious food at a low cost.”

This difference will surely cause friction…

It was dangerous. I imagined living together with Martin, who possesses the above characteristics, and about eighty scenarios of me killing Martin and going to jail were anticipated.

The risk of killing someone in this world is too great. Just imagining it, I feel an urge to kill Martin, but I want to avoid letting my life be ruined by that urge.

**”You’re really neurotic, aren’t you…”**

I think Martin’s lack of sensitivity also falls significantly below the standard value, but indeed, my neuroticism may be considered a “trait.”

We were both not moderate.

I’m quite intolerant of having my living environment messed up, so the stress I would endure when living with Martin would be unimaginably close to the level of murder.

I decide to convey this to Martin so that he understands—If I don’t want to die, then shut up about it…

“I get it. But you should consider fixing that too. Life is about compromise. You won’t be popular like that.”

Immediately, Milim’s presence came to mind.

But since I’m still on a trial period with Milim, it’s a little awkward to boast, so I changed the subject—Aren’t you too careless to be popular?

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“When I go to college, I’ll date a lot and have a blast, so no worries.”

**Dating a lot**—that phrase somehow sounded like, “I’m a veteran at abstaining from alcohol. I’ve quit drinking thirty times already,” but I felt it would be quite challenging to convey that impression accurately to Martin.

“Anyway, I’ll accompany you to look at furniture and stuff. If you feel like it, let’s… live together.”

I wondered why I used casual language.

In doing so, I regained my sense of caution.

There will probably be many trap-setters like Martin in college life.

This world is not so dangerous, but—still not entirely safe.

While pondering this, we graduated.