I am what it's called an Old Soul. I've reincarnated so many times that I've began remembering my lives after death. I've lived through six of them already. Not many but enough to know that no matter which world you live in, you can be consider really lucky if you can live quietly your whole life and eventually die from old age. Unfortunately, I'm not that lucky as I've yet to experience that kind of easygoing life. My name in this life is Luca Hyte, and I’m seventeen years old. Though this is all irrelevant as I am about to die.

  When I was born into this world I was elated. It had a relatively safe environment so I thought this time I could finally live a long and peaceful life, but it seems that this one will end at only seventeen, my youngest. What a waste!

  I stare at the man who will put an end to my seventh life with anger. It’s on his twenties and has brown grassy hair and brown muddy eyes. It doesn’t have any muscle and looks sick. But I know that even if I move as fast as I can, he can press the detonator faster. It’s frustrating. I sigh and turn to look at the other victims with indifference. Something that has come with the passing of lives is the dulling of my emotions. I’ve seen people die too many times to be affected by it. Hell, I’ve died too many times to be affected. I’ve even killed a lot of people in all my lives. Actually this is the first world where I haven’t had the need to kill just to survive, until now obviously. I glare at the man again with annoyance.

  ‘What is he waiting for?’ I think, exasperated. I just want to end this and pass to my next life or better, go to whatever afterlife there is, if it actually exists.

  At that instant, the man turn his head and our eyes meet. Without yielding, I stare back and notice the craziness they hold. He ignores me and looks around, like searching for something that maybe he didn’t see in me. I sigh. ‘We are definitely not getting out of here’

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  I look around again. We're crammed into one of the cars of a bullet train. I keep asking myself why did I leave today instead of tomorrow, I wasn't in a rush to get there. i sigh again. It's all I've been doing the past hour. Suddenly a phone rings *ring ring ring*. The man pick it up and stops to listen to what the other side is saying before answering.

  “We don’t need anything from you. Our Dark Lord will receive us in his army of death when our end comes. This world means nothing for me!” Having said that, he hung up and a creepy smile appears in his face. ‘Great.  A cult magician. The last thing I need. I swear if I end up in the army of some wannabe demon I’m going to be really pissed' I think while shaking my head. This really turned out to be a horrible day.

  “SHIAJANA SOLTARRA NITRA GAFRIOHRA PLATARDA LO NI TASEL RA SANAM!” The man starts chanting with his arms up. Though it doesn’t seem like any kind of spell. Maybe this guy is not a magician but an idiot who looked in the internet and thought that was a spell. ‘This is pathetic. I’m going to die because of an idiot with to much imagination and an Internet connection'. I sigh for the last time, resignation clouding my face. 'Well, at least there's no army of demons'. After that thought, the bomb is triggered and a light engulf us, leaving me alone, thankfully, in the all too familiar darkness.

   'Thank god it didn’t hurt this time’, I think while remembering my last death and shudder. I look around uselessly and get myself confortable to wait for my next birth when a blue window suddenly appears before me.

    Reincarnation system activated