People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
The earthly realm is a world long given by God to humanity. Thus, on earth, ‘humans’ were the apex predators.
Beings that were not human fell broadly into two categories.
Either tamed, or hunted.
Therefore, had I been born as a beast, I would most likely belong to the latter.
“Bwaaaaaah.”
Every time I felt despair, strange sounds kept spilling uncontrollably from my mouth.
‘By the way, is there even a beast that cries like this?’
As I fell silent and thought about it, I recalled a stray cat from back when I was destitute—it had cried exactly like this.
‘Ah, so was I born as a cat?’
Amidst these tangled thoughts, I suddenly remembered Ulrika.
A monarch who, despite being king, had no heir.
Yet, this very person always wanted to give me the throne.
“Cough.”
And in the end, my friend departed life so futilely, succumbing to illness.
“You’ve lit the lamp, I see?”
Ulrika—the king who always seemed lazy to me, yet was astonishingly wise.
“Because you dislike the dark.”
“You remember such things well.”
“Isn’t it obvious? It’s about you.”
Ulrika’s end was truly quiet. When I try to recall it, what remains most vivid is her clear eyes beneath the flickering lamp.
“Are you dying?”
I was detached from death, but you were calm. That bothered me.
“Everyone dies, eventually.”
You didn’t wail or lament like an ordinary person—how annoying.
“I know. Who’s acting like they don’t know?”
“I just thought you might not understand.”
That day was Ulrika’s final day. By coincidence—or perhaps not—I’d snuck into her room at night, uneasy without reason.
Thinking back, maybe that was my intuition as an immortal.
“You’re about to die, yet you’re smiling?”
What a strange friend, really.
Anyway, let me make one thing clear: my remembering Ulrika’s last day isn’t for the sentimental reasons others might assume.
“The end might still be happy. It could be today, or tomorrow.”
Honestly, I was terribly indifferent.
No—everything just felt tiresome.
So even if I’d known that day was Ulrika’s last, my feelings wouldn’t have changed.
After such a long life, hadn’t there been someone as close as Ulrika?
“Hey.”
Everything began with a single sentence Ulrika uttered in her final moments.
“About that ‘answer’ you’ve spent your whole life seeking.”
“Ah, how utterly tiresome.”
I was soaked in the grime of life like filth in a sewer.
‘Ugh, I don’t want to live! I really, really don’t want to live!’
I muttered childish nonsense like, “May that damn God grow thorns in His own backside.”
“I… I think I finally understand.”
“Yeah. You understand… so what?”
Who could have known that Ulrika’s words at that moment would overturn my centuries of apathy!
“Hey, you didn’t just say something nonsense, did you? Are you delirious? No, right?”
“So it seems?”
“No!”
Ulrika was among the wisest in her nation. Above all, her pupils remained steady at that instant—she didn’t seem to be lying.
Though my long years had given me little, my judgment of people was precise.
“What is it? What is it?”
Am I about to ascend? Or die?
‘Good heavens! Saint Michael! O Heaven above!’
If the answer I’d sought through countless reincarnations was truly before my eyes, how could I not be impatient?
“Hey, you know I’m impatient! Hurry up and tell me!”
So I pressed my dear friend. Even then, that damn Ulrika merely smiled quietly.
“Well, you see…”
It was a bond forged across two lifetimes. Such coincidence was nearly unheard of even in my long existence—making it truly special.
To Ulrika, I must have been just as extraordinary.
Therefore, she surely understood how desperately I’d sought that answer—how utterly desperate I’d been.
Yet she teased me still, that mischievous friend.
‘If you’re joking, I won’t let you off easy.’
Anxiously, I swallowed hard and stared only at Ulrika’s lips.
“God is that you exi—”
Then slowly, Ulrika’s lips parted.
“…What?”
And it ended. Ulrika fell into eternal slumber just as she was about to speak. I trembled in fear, staring at her motionless form.
My eyelids closed involuntarily, and as I looked at my friend—now utterly still—I remember feeling as though my own heart had stopped too.
“Eh…? Hey? Ulrika? Can you hear me?”
Ulrika remained silent, eyes shut.
‘Was it a lie? Another act? Just a joke?’
My mind knew Ulrika had finally found peace.
Yet I refused to believe it, shaking her more roughly—until her hand limply dropped off the bed.
That was proof it was already too late.
“…Hey! Damn it! Argh, hell! How can you just die like this!”
I clutched my long hair, my hands trembling violently.
“Hey! You damn fool! If you’re going to die, at least tell me first! Hey! Hey!”
No matter how hard I shook or pleaded, the dead gave no reply.
“Hey, you wretched… what am I supposed to do now!”
With that desolate, lingering cry, the moment I’d come closest to the answer God had given me slipped away.
In truth, another reason I eventually became king instead of fleeing—despite Ulrika’s dying words—was this:
Sitting in the seat Ulrika once occupied, I hoped I might yet find the ‘answer.’
Though, of course, it proved utterly pointless.
[This is the timeline separator]It took me several days to realize I hadn’t been born as a dog or cat—but as a human.
Because this body, which at first refused to obey my will, gradually began to stir.
Moreover, this life had started far better than any of my previous ones.
Though I didn’t know which empire or ruler I belonged to, everyone treated me with reverence: “Your Highness the Crown Princess!”
Normally, if one lived luxuriously in a past life, the next life should be wretched—but this was strange indeed.
Still, since I’d tried my best not to do evil in my last life, it made sense I wouldn’t be reborn as a beast.
On the contrary, being born a crown princess might actually make finding the answer easier.
That aside, something puzzled me lately: the room I stayed in felt oddly familiar.
As if I’d seen it somewhere before.
“Your Highness, did you cough?”
A silhouette appeared beside my bed. After blinking a few times, I clearly saw Miranda, my personal nursemaid.
“Auuuu, bubaaa?”
Hello, Miranda?
Though unintelligible sounds still came from my mouth, Miranda beamed and rattled a toy.
“Good morning, Your Highness.”
As if she understood my greeting, Miranda soon placed a bottle in my mouth.
Since this happened every morning, I accepted it readily and enjoyed my meal.
Considering I’d become an infant, it was fortunate my thoughts remained clear.
Of course, my soul was centuries old—so this was only natural.
Yet inevitably, I couldn’t help but be affected by my new infantile state.
In other words…
“Oh dear, Your Highness—does it taste good?”
Ugh, damn it!
‘It’s delicious!’
While my mind spiraled in self-loathing at drinking premium goat milk from a bottle, my body honestly enjoyed it.
‘My mouth says no, but my body’s honest, huh?’
I suddenly felt as if someone whispered those words—actually, that line came from a man with a rather odd name in another life, a fellow whose face was strikingly handsome as he leaned in close.
But that’s straying too far from the point.
Anyway, perhaps because I’d been emperor in my previous life, I quickly adapted to palace life.
Or rather, palace life suited me well.
After all, everything—from the premium goat milk and jewel-encrusted, colorful golden rattles to the idle, leisurely days in the sunniest chamber of the palace—was top-tier comfort.
‘I could happily laze around like this forever.’
Thanks to this, I grew rapidly.
Though I merely lay there, opening and closing my eyes, and ate what was offered, I somehow turned one year old in no time.
“That’s surprising. Truly.”
I’d never realized babies grew so fast.
Because in my most recent life, I’d rarely encountered such young infants.
My lives were usually short, or spent alone, endlessly searching for God’s answer. Naturally, I’d never started a family or cared for children. I could count on one hand the times I’d even met another’s child.
The only exception was when I, as king, had taken in Duke Piccadilly.
‘Back then, he was such a little demon.’
While I was lost in thought, a loud thudding sound echoed from afar.
Lying in my cradle, I couldn’t tell what it was—but listening carefully, it sounded like hurried footsteps.
‘Why the rush?’
Before I could fully grasp the situation, another sound boomed through the room.
“His Majesty the Emperor approaches!”
The knight guarding my chamber announced in a resonant voice.
‘Ah, so he’s the emperor?’
But why would the emperor come to my room?
For the past year, this emperor—who might be my father or mother—had never once shown his face. Despite being treated with utmost care by everyone, I certainly wasn’t a neglected princess.
So the thought of why the emperor would suddenly visit me wouldn’t leave my mind.
“Is the Crown Princess awake?”
Soon, a deep, weighty voice reached my ears. From the tone, the emperor was male, and his breath came ragged—as if he’d run until his feet burned. Naturally, such labored breathing wouldn’t occur unless he’d sprinted quite a distance.
‘That voice sounds familiar…’
Before long, his breath quickly steadied.
“Yes, Your Majesty. She just coughed.”
Miranda replied softly, and silence filled the room.
‘He’ll come to me soon.’
I decided to simply blink at him in greeting while suckling my bottle. After all, the emperor likely wouldn’t speak much to an infant like me.
Thud… thud…
Slow footsteps drew nearer to my cradle.
Soon, I saw silver hair streaked with pink. Standing directly above me in the light, his face remained shadowed—only his green eyes were visible.
Squinting, I examined him closely: he looked as if he’d just returned from war, still fully armored. Moreover, his armor was smeared haphazardly, as if he’d rushed here in haste.
Though the emperor offered no explanation for his state, I roughly understood why he’d been absent all this time.
“You look healthy.”
In that instant, the emperor sighed in relief and reached out as if to lift me. I flailed my limbs vigorously to show my refusal.
“Abruuu! Waaaah! Appuuu!”
Wash up first! Wash and then touch me!
“Indeed, quite loud.”
Did my protest work? The emperor halted mid-reach. Then he withdrew his hand and stepped back a pace.
The shadow across his face vanished, and at last, his features became clear in the light.
‘Eh…? Wait a minute?’
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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Hahaha, poor thing—that’s karma, my dear. But what is her name? Didn’t he give her a name?
Hahaha, poor thing—they are so annoying. It’s karma; I feel like she’s being punished.
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Haha, poor thing—now she has to put up with those annoying kids. But I think Carlisle will be the hero.
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Miioo
Hahaha, I think her father, the Emperor, is the Duke whom she later made Emperor.