I Have Died Ten Times And The Universe Still Ships Us Together
(Idea-wise)
"Why is the ex-girlfriend more dangerous than a broken universe?"
Being dead isn't that bad once you get used to it. Trust me, I've had ten opportunities to practice. As a Validator, my job is fixing reality whenever the people running the universe manage to break it, which happens far more often than any sane person would find comforting. Normally the process is simple: wake up in somebody else's body, find the problem, solve it, die, repeat. My latest mission should have been no different. Instead, I've found myself back in the year of my first death, walking around in the body of a guy from my hometown and discovering that the universe is hiding something from me. Knowing my luck, the answer is probably connected to a headache, a catastrophe, or a woman. Considering my history, there's a very real chance it's all three.
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(Story-wise)
I died.
Then I died again.
And again.
Ten times, to be exact.
As a Validator, my job is simple: get reincarnated, find the glitch, fix it, die, repeat.
For my eleventh life, I was sent back to Earth. Worse, I was sent back to the same city I hate more than anything.
Then things got weird.
The body I'm using belongs to a guy who was murdered twenty days ago.
The target I'm supposed to find is a mystery.
And the girl I can’t seem to forget, even after ten deaths, might be connected to everything.
Now I have ten years to uncover the truth, survive a city full of lunatics, criminals, and nosy neighbors, and figure out why fate keeps dragging me back to the same person.
If the universe thinks this mission will be easy...
it's out of its damn mind.