Reincarnated User Manual

Chapter 346: The Reincarnated (8)

[771,787pt]

[Wish Star 777,777pt]

“This is driving me crazy.”

No matter how many times she checked, the numbers before her eyes did not change. Even though Yura’s presence was faint, a storm of fury and regret churned within her.

771,787 points. It wasn’t a small amount. With it, she could resurrect a dead person twice or completely alter the essence of someone’s existence through a class change.

Moreover, wasn’t the price of the Holy Sword a mere 20,000 points?

Even with the condition of needing a suitable candidate, it was enough to create as many as 38 heroes.

But despite all that, it didn’t mean much to Yura.

It wasn’t enough to use the Wish Star. To fulfill her purpose of the past 15 years—meeting Hyun-jun—she needed 5,990 more points, for a total of 777,777 points.

Click, click, click-click—

Yura pressed the Wish Star button repeatedly as if hammering a broken vending machine.

But the gray, unresponsive button didn’t react, as if deactivated. Instead, it mocked her by opening a new window.

[Time Remaining: 00:07:14]

[Currently, user Shin Yura is in a state of False Death. If you do not resurrect within the time limit, it will result in True Death. Would you like to pay 350,000 points to resurrect?] "...What, what is this nonsense!"

[Would you like to pay points to resurrect?]

“I didn’t ask, okay?!”

It was at that moment, amidst her frustrated shouting, that something unbelievable happened.

[Time Remaining: 00:07:10 → 00:02:10]

“…What?”

What was that? What kind of crazy thing was this? Who just suddenly shaved off 5 minutes? Yura’s eyes, glued to the suddenly reduced time, widened in disbelief. She blinked repeatedly as if to confirm what she was seeing.

Then came anger.

Even though she had no body, it felt as if her blood was boiling in reverse.

“You bastard… trying to pick a fight with me?”

However, what flooded her mind was a terrifyingly cold rationality.

Status Window.

For the past 15 years, this damned thing had held her hostage with points, forcing her into relentless, dog-like training.

Though it had saved her from death on numerous occasions and was hard to label as outright abusive, the critical point was that this damn thing had just forced her into a specific course of action—again.

system_star

[User Shin Yura. Would you like to pay points to resurrect?]

[00:01:50]

system_end

Even after arbitrarily taking 5 minutes from her, it gave her no time to wallow in the despair of failure, immediately presenting her with a choice.

The calm text appeared to plead for her to resurrect, but its hidden intentions were disgustingly malicious.

“You’ve come this far, and now you want to give up?”

“Let’s see if you can give up.”

Yura was aware of how paranoid her thinking seemed, but she didn’t care.

Regardless, she only had one choice.

And she wasn’t the type to quietly accept death, even when staring down such obvious manipulation.

[00:01:23]

[Resurrection: 350,000pt]

[771,787pt → 421,787pt]

The sensation of coming back to life was truly peculiar.

What had felt like a suffocating, murky abyss rapidly became filled with vibrant colors.

“At least my head is still attached.”

Yura ran her smooth hands over her body, checking herself. She had worried about how she would revive after her head had exploded, but thankfully, her fears were unfounded.

Whether one’s heart stopped or their body evaporated entirely, death held no meaning before resurrection.

Yura took in the scenery of the battlefield with her own eyes.

A battlefield that seemed like a stage for a divine clash.

The air was still suffocating, but the refreshing sunlight hinted at who the victor might have been.

Kyrie.

At the far edge of her vision, a woman lay collapsed, sword in hand.

“Kyrie!”

Yura sprinted without a moment to reflect on her return to life. Though she knew it was a lifeless corpse, the bond forged over decades propelled her legs into motion.

“Kyrie…”

Up close, the figure was unmistakably Kyrie.

But parts of her body had turned to charcoal under the influence of obliteration.

At this rate, even the corpse would disappear without a trace. That couldn’t happen.

[Preservation Linen 1,500pt]

There was no hesitation in paying the points. The moment Yura tapped the store tab, the preservation linen materialized in mid-air, and she skillfully wrapped the body with it.

“…Rest in peace. We’ll meet again soon…”

As Yura was about to use the remaining linen to cover her own head, she suddenly looked up.

“Huh?”

The Holy Sword.

The Holy Sword that should have been in Kyrie’s hand was missing.

This was the very battlefield where a demon and a hero had fought. Even the most daring thief would have been vaporized the moment they set foot here.

‘Does it matter?’

But the thought was fleeting. Yura quickly dismissed any interest in the Holy Sword that Kyrie had wielded.

After all, wasn’t it worth only [20,000pt]? With the hundreds of thousands of points she had spent on skills, her sense of value had inflated. Besides, she could simply get another one if needed.

There were more important things. With Kyrie’s body in her arms, Yura summoned a translucent window.

Even though the demon was dead, the ashes of obliteration remained.

In truth, they lingered because the demon wasn’t entirely destroyed.

Still, the demon’s energy could no longer be felt. In time, even the ashes would vanish.

But for Yura, a human, even that residual energy was lethal.

Her magical equipment had disintegrated when she died and turned to ash, leaving her vulnerable. Bruises in shades of blue and purple marked the exposed skin not covered by the preservation linen.

[Class Change: 300,000pt]

[421,787pt → 121,287pt]

Yura’s decision was swift.

“500 years from now, we’ll meet again.”

Gently stroking Kyrie’s cold cheek, Yura whispered.

Why Yura Didn’t Use the Remaining Points to Resurrect Kyrie.

If her assumption was correct, Kyrie would return to life 500 years later, coexisting with the Demon once again.

Even though Yura’s interference could be considered an anomaly, the overarching scenario remained intact.

Rather than resurrecting a physically and emotionally exhausted Kyrie, she believed it was better to prepare for 500 years into the future.

And the most important factor?

“I can earn more points.”

Yura hadn’t given up on reuniting with Hyun-jun yet. At this point, she figured, doing it all over again wouldn’t be such a big deal.

In fact, she thought this might even be for the better. The first time around had its share of mistakes, but now she had 500 years to prepare before the Demon’s apostles became active again.

She could use that time to get ready in various ways. After all, doing better the second time was an undeniable truth.

…The thought of enduring 500 years in her right mind was terrifying, but she figured she could try, and if it didn’t work out, she could find another way.

“Yeah! If I find Seira and play house together…”

At that moment, Yura’s expression changed drastically. Seira Romer, you damned traitor! How dare she abandon Kyrie and run away?!

“Unforgivable.”

Grinding her teeth, Yura forced Seira’s existence out of her mind.

“Fine! Let’s see how this goes!”

Yura raised her fist, glowing with divine power.

For the sake of meeting Hyun-jun, she was willing to gather all the points she needed, even if it took 500 or 1,000 years.

…

“…And that’s what happened!”

In a space shrouded in gray, the woman passionately recounted the memories that had streamed into her mind to the man before her.

“Is that true?”

“Y-yes, of course!”

“Sounds like nonsense…”

The man squinted skeptically at her. Kill the Demon God? Perform heroic deeds? He couldn’t quite recall the details, but she had certainly become an archangel. Her height now barely reached his chest.

To make a comparison, she was half a head taller than Lucia. She seemed about 30 cm shorter than him, which was likely the average height for an adult woman. Looking closely, her face and voice also had a more mature quality.

“It’s not nonsense! Didn’t you ask me if I was Yura?!”

The man’s persistent skepticism frustrated the woman. But his doubts were understandable; her long-winded explanation lacked the details he was hoping for.

“Yeah, I asked. So, did you answer?”

“W-what?! I’ve been explaining so much, and…”

“Stop beating around the bush.”

The man grabbed her cheeks with his large hands and lifted her as if appraising a piece of art.

“To be honest, I only asked because you gave off a similar vibe. But the more I look, the less you resemble Yura. Didn’t she have sharper eyes, more like Lucia’s?”

“T-that’s because I’m a reincarnator! Surely you understand what being reborn means…”

“And despite regaining your memories, you still use formal speech?”

“It’s because my memories from Latera are mixed with those of Yura! Uh, should I just… speak casually?”

Her face flushed red, but she didn’t break eye contact with the man. The flood of memories from her past lives, both her immediate past and the one before that, left her dizzy and confused.

The memories from her time as Latera were particularly troubling.

Pretending to be an innocent child! Acting like a lisping little brat, running wild without a care—how shameless she had been.

It was embarrassing enough to make her want to bite her tongue and die. She even felt an overwhelming urge to kiss the man in front of her, which only deepened her confusion.

“Fine. Let’s drop the formalities.”

Shiron smiled warmly, and the woman—Latera, or rather, Yura—hesitantly nodded, biting her lip.

“So, what’s your name?”

“…Shin Yura.”

“And mine?”

“Shiron Prient…”

“Not that one.”

“…Cha Hyun-jun.”

Now speaking casually, Yura felt a surge of discomfort. She recalled how, during her time as Latera, she had shamelessly buried her face in his chest or stared at him with curiosity.

Cha Hyun-jun knew that too but chose to feign ignorance. Now wasn’t the time for petty squabbles over past mistakes.

“Here I am, Cha Hyun-jun, standing before you.”

“…So what?”

“What do you mean, ‘so what’? Don’t you have something to say?”

“…I…”

“You have something to tell me, don’t you?”

Shiron Prient—Cha Hyun-jun—wanted to address the unresolved events of their first parting. Though he considered himself mature, he was still someone who bore grudges.

“You’re kidding. You’re still hung up on that?”

Yura looked exasperated. For someone so broad-shouldered, he was absurdly petty, like a child.

Still, she couldn’t blame him. He had been the only one willing to accept her during her immature years when she had no social skills.

She had spent countless nights wondering what she would say if they ever met again.

This time, she spoke without stuttering, without teasing, meeting his eyes directly, and without hiding her emotions like a child.

“I’m sorry.”

A surge of emotion overwhelmed her. She thought she had dried up after hundreds of years, but now, faced with the moment she had dreamed of, her tears betrayed her.

“I… I’ve always wanted to apologize to you, Sh-Shiron.”

Cha Hyun-jun gently wiped away her tears, his touch cautious and tender.

Her violet eyes, once sharp and prideful, were now warm and soft.

Though his memories of her had grown blurry over time, in this moment, he was certain—this was the Yura he knew.

Shin Yura. The insufferable woman who had plagued his mind for decades.

‘I’m glad.’

Shin Yura was crying before him. The woman he thought was lost forever had miraculously reappeared in his life.

“Why are you crying now?”

“…I’m not crying.”

It was a relief that it wasn’t just a dream.