People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 127

Carlisle died because of me every time I was reborn, fated to be entangled with me?

Then, whether I was an emperor, a hunter, a woodsman, a noble young lady, a knight, or in countless other lives, he passed through them all alongside me?

If Carlisle met death each time because of me, does that mean we were enemies in those past lives? Or were we on good terms, yet someone else took his life?

‘I don’t remember clearly.’

I tried to discern whether someone died protecting me, perished by my side, or if I had personally killed them. The last possibility likely occurred when I was reborn as an emperor or a knight—or perhaps as a hunter—facing enemies or prey in combat.

I had always tried to avoid committing sins, fearing rebirth as a beast in my next life, but when absolutely unavoidable, I would stab my opponent with a weapon purely in self-defense or to survive.

As a hunter, I did kill animals to survive, but never indiscriminately or so ruthlessly as to drive any species to extinction.

In fact, even if only for the reward, I once joined other hunters to slay a massive bear that had been attacking people.

‘No matter how hard I think, I’ve never deliberately killed anyone out of malice.’

I understood that “dying because of me” meant either I killed them directly or they were caught in some incident near me—but no clear memory of such an event came to mind.

Even with my good memory, perfectly recalling every moment across hundreds of years was simply impossible.

“In other words, it’s your ancient ‘sin,’ isn’t it?”

Anyway, I raised one eyebrow at the Messenger of God’s next words, giving them a look that plainly asked, “What are you talking about?” Even if everything the Messenger said were true, if Carlisle had been connected to me, I should have felt something the moment we met—like Lilith did—or at least recognized him instantly. Yet I had felt no such intuition whatsoever.

“What are you even saying?”

Why were they spouting such philosophical nonsense? Frustrated, I tilted my head slightly and stared intently at the Messenger of God. At the very least, they needed to make some sense—if only so I could nod along half-heartedly.

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