How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 1



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How the reincarnation seat destroys the original

Episode 1. Chapter of Return.

| Died after the ending of ‘A Handful of Ashes’.

| Automatically recording… .

| … death is not accepted as a result of intervention.

| Part 1. The chapter on reincarnation ends.

| Part 2. The chapter of return is written.

A thick sheet of pure white paper that appears to number in the tens or hundreds.

An open book.

The black letters filled the empty space in a flowing font, as if they were imprinted on a new sheet of paper on which nothing had been written.

| Cael du Damier is 24 years old. He has returned to the point where he became a Viscount.

Even though there was no one writing or any writing tools in sight, writing continued to proceed.

That moment.

A hand covering a piece of paper.

Pale hands with prominent blue veins moved along, covering the letters.

‘It has regressed.’

After that word, no more letters appeared, and the hand clutched the paper as if trying to crumple it, but it left no trace on the paper.

Thud-!!!

The book was thrown and hit the closet with a loud noise, rolling across the floor, and the thin lips of the person who threw it trembled.

“Fuck…!!!”

Cael du Damier.

He was Viscount Damier, a title he attained at a fairly young age.

This world, the author who created the world in ‘A Handful of Ashes’, and a reincarnation who was reincarnated in this world 1000 years before the end of the original work.

and.

After the original ended, he was a regressor who went back in time again.

“Ha…! Haha!!! Are you a regressor this time? What the hell…!!!”

Kael would laugh without a second thought, then suddenly explode in anger and spit out harsh curses.

– Stop.

He got up from the bed, his emotions acting like a madman. His long, thin black hair, hanging down behind his back, was tangled and messy, looking like a marionette with broken strings. He staggered toward the book he had thrown.

Dark purple leather.

The books, piled with silver engravings, were neat and without a single scratch.

Oddly enough, in the center of the book cover was a chain the same color as the leather, the end of which started from the book and hung down to the floor.

It was connected to Kael’s heart.

* * *

The novel, ‘A Handful of Ashes’, was a very common hero story.

The protagonist is chosen as a hero to save the world from destruction after the god who created the world loses his power.

The protagonist, armed with a weapon called the Holy Sword imbued with the power of God, and his companions, overcomes the ordeal called the oracle that was given to him and reaches the presence of God.

A world of one’s own.

A world where colleagues can come together.

The distant joy of being able to protect the world where others can survive was fleeting.

Through God, the protagonist is forced to face the cruel truth.

¦I wanted to abandon this world.

¦Poor child. Do you really think that you have been chosen by me, that I have put you through trials?

¦The Holy Sword. Because you were able to hold that sword, you became a chosen child, and your trials were created by the children I abandoned long ago.

The chosen child.

Destiny is determined.

The ordeal that was given.

It was all fabricated.

The protagonist asked God if everything he and his colleagues had done was in vain.

¦The first and last ordeal I face.

¦Your sacrifice will become my chains, and I, who cannot abandon this world, will maintain this world.

like that.

In the end, the protagonist captures the god by stabbing the holy sword into his own chest.

This was the end of the novel, ‘A Handful of Ashes’.

This work, which does not contain any popular clichés, became the debut work of an author who was able to show his work to the world, and the author went to bed with a relieved heart after finishing it.

What kind of work should I write next?

With helpless worries.

When you wake up, you have no idea what kind of situation you will find yourself in.

“Whoa-ah!!!”

The ‘writer’ opened his eyes.

Even when I started to hiccup in surprise at the loud sobs I let out, the author began to make various guesses when he saw that my body was not moving.

Are you stuck in a cage?

But what was that baby crying just now?

No matter how much I think about it, it seems like I did it?

Why doesn’t my body move?

Thoughts that go on and on.

The conclusion he, the writer, reached was one that was nothing but laughable.

I woke up from a sleep.

Reincarnated as a baby.

It must have been a terrible dream with such vivid sensations. Thinking about it, a day passed, a week passed, and a month passed.

The author had no choice but to admit it.

That he was reincarnated into a world he didn’t even know existed.

“Uh-. Ah, uh!”

The reality of having an adult mind and a baby body was extremely uncomfortable. The person who reincarnated him was so inconsiderate that he couldn’t even understand the words of the middle-aged couple who seemed to be his parents. When he was able to understand words, he realized that this world was a novel he had written.

“About 1000 years until the original story begins… .”

Along with the fact that he was reincarnated 1000 years before the original story.

“This book doesn’t seem to be visible to my parents here….”

A book bound in dark purple leather.

Even the chain that seems to be connected to my heart.

The author talked to himself diligently about the memory of a child, who would forget even the facts he had remembered if he did not speak with his short tongue, and made an assumption.

“The body in Korea is probably not dead. I took great care of my health. I can’t rule out the possibility of sudden death… but let’s assume that he is not dead for now…”

If this body dies, can I return to my original body? Or can I return only after the original story ends?

It’s an amazing experience to enter a novel you wrote yourself, but because you wrote it yourself, the author is unable to blend into this world.

“A chapter on reincarnation? It’s like writing an observation diary.”

Also, this book is visible only to me.

As if mocking you, asking if you could go back.

It seems to say that I can’t go back unless I fill in all these empty spaces. A book in which my daily life and thoughts are written down like a novel.

“I’m going back.”

I have to go back.

I want to go back.

There were still so many things he had not done.

The writer made a decision.

He moved straight to test the assumption and harmed himself with his young body.

“Eww-!!!”

What came after the terrible pain was another reincarnation.

One more time.

One more time.

… So the writer took his own life a total of five times.

Is it because of the way he died?

Every time I die, I try a different method.

Reincarnation was the same.

“Then… this time, natural history.”

Fortunately, the average lifespan of people in this world was not long, and the author fell into a peaceful sleep at the age of 54.

I hope that when I wake up from this sleep, it’s my real body.

“Hueeng-!!!”

Yeah, it wasn’t.

The author put his strength into another assumption, ‘when the original story ends’, and held on tenaciously.

A thousand years would have been enough to drive an ordinary person crazy. No, it would have been better if he had gone crazy. The writer had thought so, but his mind was as clear as if he had just been reincarnated.

As expected, the memories of reincarnated lives are becoming blurry. However, the memories from before reincarnation were so vivid and clear, as if they happened yesterday.

The original content was the same.

One word. One word. Even if it was a story that I wrote myself, it wouldn’t be possible for it to remain in my head like this.

“… I think this book is the cause.”

The author.

No, now the original story begins and the hero sacrifices himself to protect this world. ‘Cael du Damier’, who was only waiting for the news, sneered as he looked at the book that was connected to his heart by chains.

“Well, I guess I don’t need it anymore.”

All that’s left to do is go back.

Has there ever been a time in a thousand years when the mind was so peaceful?

I have lived many different lives in this world.

He lived the life of a commoner, and a life worse than that of a commoner, and after becoming the first head of the family called ‘Damie’, he lived as a noble for 200 to 300 years.

As my children’s children, my grandchildren’s children.

As soon as I was reincarnated, I made a promise to myself that I would not have children even if I was lonely and sad.

“I can write a variety of works.”

If you take this memory with you.

“Master, they say the hero has returned to the bosom of the gods.”

Hugo, Kael’s aide, told him of the hero’s sacrifice. When he heard the story, Kael felt his mind becoming dizzy and his vision turning dark.

And yet he could smile.

Now. It’s really going back.

Calmly, Kael exhaled his last breath.

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“… and then you are a regressor.”

Kael threw the book down at the fact that he had regressed, then picked it up again and wiped his face.

What the hell is the problem?

The flow of the original story also flowed properly.

Does the commonly talked about law of causality apply to this world as well? Even if the Damie family, a family that did not appear in the original work, existed, and even if they tried to prevent an incident that would kill hundreds of people, the major events and accidents in the original work would still happen without fail.

Did you have to twist the original?

It’s not like I didn’t intervene.

Although he was a count, there were times when he had no choice but to intervene because he was so entangled with the royal family.

What else do you want me to do?

Now that the original is finished.

Now the infinite reincarnation is over.

Are you telling me to do a new infinite regress?

“How long will it last?”

Why is this happening to me?

If I die after returning, will I return to this point again?

Is this your first time returning?

then.

Kael picked up the dagger he had kept in the bedroom for self-defense.

The moment the sword I pulled out without hesitation reflected the light and flashed sharply, I was about to stab it into my neck.

– Smart.

“Master, a guest has arrived.”

aide.

It was Hugo’s voice.

In the book, it clearly says that I regressed to the time when I became a viscount.

No one came to see him during that time.

An invitation to a ball would come from the palace, and after attending the ball, one or two people would come to visit, expressing their intention to visit.

“Did you have any guests coming?”

Kael, who felt something strange about it, put down the dagger that would have dug into his neck if he had applied just a little more force and asked Hugo.

“That… A child who claims to know the future came to the main gate of the writer’s house. He said that if he were the writer of the prophecy, he would definitely be of help.”

A child who knows the future.

“I’ll make sure that the story doesn’t spread to anyone. I’ll meet the child.”

The author of the prophecy of Damier.

The reason why the writer who had been reincarnated repeatedly was able to receive a noble title. The reason why he was able to receive the name Damie was because he had used some of the information he knew about the future.

The extent to which it is known to the world.

He is extremely good at finding mountains that contain buried minerals.

It seems that it was called the Damier of Prophecy for the same reason that the area to be developed was purchased decades in advance, and there is one more reason that I can guess.

Kael changed into the comfortable clothes he had worn to sleep in and headed to the visiting room where Hugo would bring the child.

“Master, I brought him.”

“Leave the child alone and go outside. There will be people around you.”

The child’s behavior of claiming to know the future was truly pathetic.

The arms and legs were sticking out from the shreds of cloth that were too embarrassing to even call clothes, and they were just bones.

Long hair that was gray with a layer of dirt and grime that was hard to tell what color it was. Her eyes, obscured by her jagged bangs, were clearly purple, just like her own.

“Is this you, Viscount Damie?”

“okay.”

“Hey, deal with me!!!”

A confident voice.

Sparkling purple eyes.

Kael rested his chin on his hand as he looked at the child who looked so adorable despite his appearance.

Oh, this. That’s the cliché.

A reincarnated heroine in a romance fantasy novel.

In order to survive, the heroine goes to a nobleman and says, “You raise me!” – a typical parenting cliché.

Kael opened his mouth slowly.

“You. Where are you from?”

“yes?”

Kael looked at her wide-open eyes and asked again, point by point.

“Where are you from?”