I stared at it, confused. A blue panel was floating in the air before me. What it meant, I had no idea. But the words stayed in my mind, persistent and unshakable, marking the beginning of something I wasn't quite ready for.
I was no longer in my tortured body. It was twenty years later— a new life, a different body, and an unnatural system embedded within me.
My soul had survived—but not my humanity.
Thus began an endless cycle. Reincarnation after reincarnation, life after life.
Life after life.
Death after death.
And so the cycle continued, relentless and unyielding. No matter how I perished—whether through battle, accident, or some other cruel twist of fate—I would always return, trapped in this unending loop.
And then I realized something terrifying—
They had succeeded.
Those twisted researchers who had experimented on me, who had driven me to the edge of death—had succeeded.
This system, the Eternal Life System, wasn't a coincidence.
I had gained something unnatural.
A power that bound my soul to this eternal cycle of reincarnation.
My body could die a thousand times, but my soul could never fade.
And I hated it.
It wasn't my body that endured—no, my body withered and died time and time again. But my soul, my very essence, persisted through it all while my body continued to die, again and again, in countless lives.
At first, I had tried to find purpose, to find something meaningful. I embraced every life I was given. In one life, I was a police officer, in another, a doctor, a successful actress, a designer, and a painter. I worked as an employee, a game developer and even a great programmer.
There were lives where I was a gangster, a mafia boss. Each life I lived was filled with the pursuit of new experiences, each new identity a chance to release the suffocating boredom of endless reincarnation.
I sought out new experiences—sometimes ridiculous ones, to break the tedium. One of my attempts was cooking, something I was utterly terrible at. But with time and perseverance, I found myself excelling at it. I entered cooking competitions, and to my surprise, I won many of them. It was a distraction, a fleeting enjoyment that gave me a sense of achievement, but even that eventually lost its charm.
As the years passed, I began to grow tired. Exhausted, even. I was exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I had lived so many lives that they all began to blend into one giant blur.
The thrill of new beginnings and fresh starts had faded, replaced with a hollow emptiness. I didn't care about fame, riches, power or accolades. I had tried everything, and yet nothing could fill the void that had grown inside me.
Eventually, the thought of continuing this never-ending cycle of reincarnation became unbearable. I tried suicide. I thought that maybe this time, death would be the end. But no, the result was always the same.
No matter how I lived, no matter how I died—I always reincarnated again.
Now, i fully understand the meaning of the System.
Eternal Life.
Evelyn smiled bitterly at the thought of this word.
I realised later that my life always starts from birth but without any memories. A kind of stimulation is needed for me to remember my past lives's memories. How i wish every time that those memories wouldn't return but it's just... Futile hope.
But In my 46th or maybe 48th life, something changed. Suddenly the world began to tremble, shaking as though it were on the verge of collapsing. The earth quaked with such intensity that I thought it might be the end. I don't remember how I died.
But when I opened my eyes once more, I was no longer in the same world. I found myself in a completely different world. A world beyond anything I had known and beyond human comprehension—
Magic.
A world unlike anything I had known. It was a world of magic, of mystical forces that defied all logic and reason. Swords and spells were the keys to power here.
A world where the laws of nature bent to mystical forces, where swords and spells determined power.
It was overwhelming, but also strangely fascinating. For the first time in a long time, I felt a spark of curiosity. This new world was unlike anything I had experienced before, and that novelty kept me moving forward.
It was a fresh start, and for the first time in a long time, I felt something close to curiosity.
So, I lived.
In this new world, My new life began as an ordinary 14-year-old girl, living in a small village. My father made a living by crafting and selling things made of wood, while my mother, sickly and frail, barely left her bed. It was a simple life, yet full of quiet struggle.
I helped my father as best as I could, using the knowledge I carried from my previous lives—skills and techniques from a world that seemed so distant now. The E.L.S. system, ever-present and subtly guiding me, made adapting to this new world a little easier. It became my silent companion, helping me adjust without question, without hesitation.
But just like every other life before, it came to an end. And when it did, the cycle began once again.
I was once again thrust into a new life, and this time, I was filled with a strange sense of excitement. This world was unlike anything I'd known before. Everything about it fascinated me—the people, the magic, the way of life.
The world was still unfamiliar, and it intrigued me. There was so much to explore, so many things to try. So, I threw myself into it, exploring every avenue, adventuring, trying on different identities.
So, I did.
In my new life, I became a swordmaster, honing my skills in battle. I was a mage, wielding magical powers that felt alien yet exhilarating. I was a saintess, revered by many for my supposed divine abilities. A spiritualist, an assassin, a thief, a gardener, a inn owner. I even became a queen, a noblewoman, a commoner, a maid. I had lived so many lives, and each one felt like an endless possibility.
But as time passed, something started to shift. Even in this new world, the thrill began to fade. Everything became... ordinary.
As time passed, everything began to feel... worn. Once again, I was left with the quiet, inevitable feeling of boredom. The magic, the swords, the kingdoms—they all became just another part of the endless cycle.
The cycle was beginning to feel too familiar, and I wondered—when would it end?
And now, I stand at the edge of yet another reincarnation. The novelty of this new world has long worn off, leaving behind the same emptiness, the same desire for rest that I've carried with me for so long.
The faces change, the bodies change, life changes and even the world changed but one thing remains the same— my unyielding need to find peace.
Evelyn's fingers tighten around the windowsill, her knuckles turning white.
Another life, another name, another identity, another painful cycle.
And yet, for all the countless times I've lived and died, one thing remains unchanged—
I'm still searching for a way to finally, finally, truly, rest.