「DIIIIIEEEEEE!」(Hiroto)
However, the circumstances that Hiroto was in ended with one word.
When he had regained his memories of his previous life, his body was filled with explosives; his life had been taken hostage. And around him were the researchers that viewed him not as a human being, but as an experimental animal.
Hiroto no longer needed basic education such as language or how to read and write, but he had no freedom whatsoever.
Not only that; if he showed any signs of rebellion, he would receive an electrical shock and be left convulsing on the floor.
He spent his days eating food that was nutritious, yet more plain than food fed to prisoners, and doing exactly as the researchers instructed him to in whatever experiments they desired to carry out.
Even though he had awakened his ability to use death-attribute magic, he couldn't leave the laboratory.
Hiroto covered his body in death-attribute magic and desperately gathered power in his hand. Completely inept with any other attribute of magic, through sheer effort, he covered himself in death-attribute magic.
He developed many different uses for his magic, contributing towards the laboratory, the researchers and the country they belonged to. However, right until the end, Hiroto's work went unrewarded.
This was because the researchers were aware of his usefulness to them, but they also feared his insubordination. As Hiroto's usefulness increased, this fear also grew.
The explosives in his body were buried not only in the heart, but also in the brain. His torso housed a GPS to prevent his escape. His right eyeball was been replaced by an artificial eye containing a special camera and a listening device was planted in his mouth and ears to catch even the smallest whisper.
His food intake was limited so that he would never have more physical strength than necessary. His room was small and he was never allowed to leave it except for experiments.
To make him more able to use death-attribute magic, to increase the size of his Mana pool – They reconstructed his body for a variety of reasons.
In order to ensure that he wouldn't somehow make an ally to plan an escape or rebellion, the guards who watched him and the operator that gave them direct orders were rotated often, so that he wouldn't be in contact with any individual in particular for an extended period of time.
And finally, they carried out an inhumane procedure on his brain, cutting off his control over his body's Mana and making him their puppet.
At this time, Hiroto wasn't even ten years old. And from this age, he spent over ten more years in this hell where he couldn't even move a single finger of his own accord.
Even after about ten years of this situation, Hiroto's mind did not cave in. A reason for that would be the souls of the dead that had been attracted to his affinity for the death attribute, who whispered comforting words to him. Another reason was that he had hope that they would come to rescue him from this hell.
However, Hiroto died.
He was unable to withstand the reckless experiments carried out by the newer researchers, who were trying to surpass the results produced by their predecessors.
It was ironic that through death, Hiroto regained his freedom. Through the death of his body, his soul regained its control over his Mana.
Hiroto turned his own body into an Undead to go on a rampage, fueled by his hatred.
He tore those who had toyed with his life to pieces and squeezed the researchers that begged for their lives as if they were pieces of wet cloth. He made sport of the military personnel as he killed them.
As Hiroto continued rampaging after killing everyone in the laboratory, not satisfied with this revenge, familiar faces appeared before him.
『Ooh...!』
Hiroto raised his voice in joy at the sight of these dozens of people, as their faces were familiar to him.
Their features were a little different, but most of them were his classmates in the same year as him in his previous life. He knew some of them as his teachers.
Naruse Narumi was among them as well.
They were Hiroto's companions who had been reincarnated in Origin with him. They were his hope.
One day they would definitely find him; they would definitely come to rescue him. For the past twenty years, Hiroto had never stopped believing that.
They were a little late, but he wasn't one to complain. Let's celebrate our reunion, let's redo our second lives, I'm sure it's possible now that all of these companions are here, he thought.
Trembling in joy, Hiroto took one step towards them.
「Everyone, commence attack!」
However, at the command of a young man who appeared to be the leader of his companions, Hiroto was struck by simultaneously-released magical attacks.
『Wait! Why are you attacking me?! I'm your ally, I'm one of your companions!』
Hiroto's screams were drowned out by blazing hellfire, blades of wind, piercing cold and devastating lightning. Hiroto, who had approached his companions with no thoughts of defending himself, was completely bewildered as he fell, his body fatally wounded.
「That was surprisingly quick. Considering that we heard that a powerful Undead had risen.」
「Well, there's thirty out of us hundred heroes gathered here. There's no way we'd have trouble with that.」
Above Hiroto's head, familiar voices were having a conversation.
Hundred people? A hundred people, you said? NO! There were a hundred and one of us, including me, there's a hundred and one!
He wanted to shout those words, but his throat had already been cut; he could not even let out a moan.
His right arm was completely burned and blackened; his left arm had gone flying off somewhere else. His legs had been torn off at some point; he could see his left leg in the corner of his vision.
His head and torso were in a terrible state as well.
「The reason we didn't have any trouble is because this Undead let its guard down. Death-attribute magic... What a terrifying magic.」
Looking in the direction of this voice with the only eyeball that he could move, Hiroto saw Naruse Narumi standing there. She had matured more than she had in her previous life; she was now an adult woman.
「Ah, he's another victim of this laboratory.」
Next to her stood a young man, the leader who had given the attack command. Judging from the distance between them, he knew that this man and Narumi were intimate with each other.
「I'm sure he wants us to kill him.」
「You're right, Hiroto.」(Narumi)
Hiroto...? Hiroto? Amemiya Hiroto?! This guy is Amemiya Hiroto?!
「Let's at least finish him off so that he doesn't have to suffer anymore.」(Narumi)
「That's the best thing we can do for him. Narumi, let's do it together.」(Hiroto)
Don't fuck with me! Why the hell are you the one standing there?! You, who took my share of power, destiny and fortune! Why are you trying to finish me off with such a heroic look on your face?!
Why is it you, why the fuck did it have to be you?!
It's all your fault that my second life was such a disaster! Hundred heroes? You're treating me as an outcast and killing me?!
Hiroto let out a cry, but he was unable to withstand the bright light coming from the hands ofHiroto and Narumi and turned into dust.
「Everything is your fault! You call yourself a god?! Second life, my ass! You cast me into a hell even worse than my previous life!」(Hiroto)
Hiroto's fist had a black fog-like substance coiling around it, but it didn't even graze Rodcorte. That was just the result of the difference in power between man and god.
「I am aware that I did a terrible thing to you.」(Rodcorte)
Saying the same thing as he had said before, Rodcorte explained the circumstances he was facing to Hiroto's furious soul. The information was transmitted to him directly by some godly power and permeated through his mind in an instant.
「... So you're saying there's a third time?」(Hiroto)
「That is correct. This is something that has been prepared since you were first reborn in Origin. This time, you do not have the choice to refuse, and I cannot interrupt it.」(Rodcorte)
What absurd nonsense this was. However, to Hiroto, this nonsense was like finding a ship when he needed to cross*.
TLN*: A Japanese phrase for a stroke of good fortune. Given everything that's happened to him, I just don't feel comfortable translating this as "good fortune."
「I see... Then in the next world, I'll kill them! The ones who killed me, I won't leave any of them alive! I died first, right?! In that case, I'm going to be the one who reincarnates for the second time first, so I'll have the advantage! This time, I'll be the one who kills them!」(Hiroto)
I'll become an adult before them, gain power and then find Amemiya Hiroto and the others among the children and kill them all! That should be possible even for someone like me with no special power.
「Now hurry up and grant me all that stuff, Kami-sama*. This time you've got a destiny and fortune for me, right? After all, I'm the one who died first, there's no way you're going to get me confused for someone else again, right?!」(Hiroto)
TLN: God
「... I have no power to bestow onto you.」(Rodcorte)
As if lightly pushing against Hiroto's soul, Rodcorte pressed his palm into Hiroto.
「Eh?」(Hiroto)
With just that, Hiroto began to speed up and fall towards somewhere.
「At this point, the only thing I can do is add something. I cannot give you a power.」(Rodcorte)
「Why?! I'm the only one with nothing again, how is that possible?!」(Hiroto)
「Because I cannot allow the others to be killed by you.」(Rodcorte)
Rodcorte spoke to Hiroto as he grew smaller and smaller, apologizing.
「If you kill the others, the world's development will be hindered. Your death on Origin was the product of a great amount of misfortune. The same goes for the fact that Amemiya Hiroto and the others were unaware of your existence, even until the very end. But even if I say that, you will not be satisfied.」(Rodcorte)
After Hiroto had died on the ship, before he was reincarnated, he had been standing at the edge of where all of the souls had gathered. Because of that, nobody had seen Hiroto.
Furthermore, there had only been one person to refuse to be reincarnated in a new world.
And the final point was that he had been the very last person to be reincarnated.
Because of these things, Amemiya Hiroto and the others had explained his absence by thinking,「he must have somehow survived and didn't die with us」or「he must have refused to be reincarnated, like that other person.」
In addition, the repeated experiments on Hiroto's body had changed the shape of his face completely, to the point that Narumi hadn't even been able recognize him.
「All of this misfortune was caused by my own clumsiness. I wished for you to look forward and live on without giving up or resenting anyone, but unfortunately you were put on a path that made that impossible. Through your discovery of death-attribute magic and development of new magic, you contributed towards Origin's advancement. I hope that you can forgive me for being unable to repay you in any way and forcing you to endure a third life of misfortune.」(Rodcorte)
But even as Hiroto's soul grew more distant, Rodcorte could feel Hiroto telling him that this would never be forgiven.
「Therefore, all I can do is to have you give up on your foolish revenge before you can commit any sin and hope that you will quickly end your own life.」(Rodcorte)
And then, in the palm of Rodcorte's hand, something like a ball of slime appeared. In the next moment, it hit Hiroto's body.
「?!」(Hiroto)
As Hiroto screamed in agony in response to the violent pain, Rodcorte spoke.
「This is a curse. It can never be lifted. With this curse, you will never be able to gain new powers even in this new world. However, I promise you that for your fourth life I will erase all of your painful memories and return you to the normal circle of transmigration.」(Rodcorte)
With no time to object to Rodcorte's undesirable promise, Hiroto's mind went blank.
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