At first, it was only strange, wondering what it was, but through a conversation with a scholar he met in his twelfth life, he was able to learn that this phenomenon was indeed “reincarnation.”
Thud, thud.
While he was briefly lost in thought, a dull sound was heard near the fence. He listened carefully, but the sound no longer rang.
“Who is that, the sound of human footsteps?”
He became unnecessarily tense, his nerves on edge and sensitive.
He couldn’t tell if the approaching person was friendly to him or an assassin coming to kill him.
“It would be in vain to die as soon as I regain consciousness.”
He recalled his curse and ability inwardly.
The condition of reincarnation, opening his eyes only in a lifeless body.
As long as it was a lifeless body, he could come back to life in a child’s, old person’s, or middleaged body.
Sometimes, when luck was bad, he was born in a horrific body that had been dead for about three days. During those times, he went through the worst times, barely surviving and dying again soon after. In such cases, longevity was rare, so he always assessed the situation first whenever he opened his eyes in a new body.
Fortunately, the body he woke up in now was difficult to move, but it did not smell unpleasant.
At least it wasn’t a body that had been dead for a long time.
Or he had awakened from the body of someone who had nearly crossed the boundary of death into a coma.
Swoosh[Dash].
Soon, he felt someone picking him up. Strangely, it felt like something softly wrapping around his neck and back. It felt like when he was held as a dog.
“Could I have been born as an animal again?”
The bad thought came to him, but he quickly shook it off. Being born as an animal was so rare that it could be counted on one hand.
“Oh my, how pretty!”
A voice was heard from above.
“Wait, isn’t that the same thing I heard when I was a dog raised in the house of the Duke of Ears?”
Was I… really born as an animal?
Usually, being born as an animal happened only when he had done something terribly wrong in a previous life.
“Did I commit a sin in my previous life?”
He swallowed his confusing emotions and slowly recalled his immediate previous life.
“Uuuuuu…….”
In his most recent life……
He was ‘a king.’
Not just a king, but an emperor who turned the country into an empire.
The socalled Conqueror Emperor.
Here’s a bit of a sad story.
In several of his most recent past lives, he had a friend who learned of his situation.
“What, you came back to life after dying?”
That friend’s name was Ulrika.
He was a man who had killed all his brothers through a blood purge and became a king.
“It’s perfect timing! I don’t have a daughter!”
Seeing me reincarnated as a young duke, she couldn’t hide her joy.
She even tried to make me her successor because she had no husband or child, so that said it all.
“So, don’t you want to be a king?”
“No.”
I had a riddle given to me by the gods. Even spending my whole life solving that problem would not be enough, so why would I become a king?
That’s how I refused my friend’s request dozens of times.
“Have a child, Ulrika.”
“You know, I’m married to the country.”
“I know your sincere heart and request very well.”
‘Then?’
‘I’ll refuse politely again today!’
Yes, I had clearly refused.
‘Long live the new lord! Long live!’
But I ended up becoming the king that my friend sang of every day.
All because of a single will!
Cruelly, at that time, I was born into the body of a helpless young lady, so there was no way to escape the king’s duty. After all, Ulrika had vouched for my identity, so it was all the more so.
Of course, in a country that adheres to absolute monarchy, it is natural for the throne to be inherited by the bloodline when the king dies, but Ulrika ended up without a child since he had staked everything on our country.
The fewer than five royal relatives trusted in King Ulrika and exploited the people’s bloodline, having long ago been abandoned or assassinated, so there was no one to pass on the throne even if I refused.
In such circumstances, the will to pass the throne to me was not only handwritten, but it was also notarized by ‘Duke Teberun,’ a loyal old man and righthand man who ranked second in the country, and one who could become a corpse at Ulrika’s word.
What could I do?
Eventually, I followed my friend, who went to the battlefield when others were in love, and sat on the throne.
At first, I wanted to flee, saying, “Anyone can be king!” But upon reflection, I thought that being king might make it easier to find the answer to the question that God had thrown at me.
‘All I have to do is gather wise scholars using my power and find the answer.’
But my prediction went completely awry.
‘Damn, being king is too busy!’
In fairy tales, the king seems to command the subjects, but indeed, a fairy tale is a fairy tale.
The highest ruler, the king, had to look after the people, worry about diplomacy and foreign invasion, and was quite hectic. There was no time to leisurely spend free time.
At this point, I gave up searching for a way to live comfortably, feeling that Ulrika was truly remarkable.
‘Foreign invasion and diplomatic problems are because the country is big, right?’
Instead, I neatly destroyed the surrounding kingdoms.
‘Long live the Lord of Victory!’
I continued until many countries became one.
‘Long live the Emperor!’
Then, lo and behold, the country I ruled became an empire. I thought that I might find the answer that God gave me at this point… but then I got old and fell ill.
“I have lived for the country all my life.”
I looked at the ceiling in vain.
‘Damn. This life is ruined. It’s over.’
Dying after boringly working was a first.
Next time, I’ll definitely find the answer by being loyal to my mission.
“Duke Piccadilly.”
“……Yes, Your Majesty.”
The eyes of my stern, strong loyalist wavered like reeds. I smiled weakly.
If Ulrika had a snakelike loyalist, Duke Teberun, the Emperor had me, Duke Piccadilly. He was a genius I found, a boy I picked up from an abandoned kingdom, and he had grown into the strongest man in his 30s, watching the candle of my life slowly go out.
‘I’ve decided. It’s you.’
Sadly, I was too busy to even have a husband, let alone children, just like Ulrika. I found distant relatives, but they all died in the war.
Ulrika and I lived the same life.
“I will pass the imperial throne to you.”
At my words, Duke Piccadilly looked startled.
“WhWhat? Your, Your Majesty?”
Are you shocked?
I had the same reaction when I heard Ulrika was abdicating to me.
‘But what can you do?’
If there’s no leader in the country, there will be chaos, right?
“I entrust the empire to you…….”
I was about to tell him not to run away, saying he would never be Emperor when…
“Your Majesty!”
My previous life.
So my life as a conquering emperor ended with the outcry of the loyalists, especially the strong and young duke’s cry, as a requiem.
[This is a time separator.]I recalled my previous life and suddenly realized.
During the process of building the empire, the wars never stopped, and I remembered the saying that killing on Earth leads to being born as a beast in the next life. Although some called it superstition, it never hurts to be careful, so I seized victory with threats, a bit of force, and minimal sacrifice!
“Ahboo!”
It’s unfair!
“Waaah!”
I’m doomed!
Somehow, the voice seemed to be muffled; was it a beast’s howl?
Still, incomprehensible sounds flowed from my mouth. From this, I reached one conclusion.
‘I think I must have been born as a dog in this life!’
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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