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That's how his second life ended—a gut-wrenching, heart-shattering game of fate. Watching someone you cherish so much just slip away like that? Yeah, it was painful as hell. Like, what did I do to deserve this emotional torture? Bro, give me a break! I don't want to keep losing people like this. It's making me depressed.

But nooo, the world was like, "Nah, you haven't suffered enough yet." My suffering? Oh, it wasn't even close to being over. Life still had some nasty surprises waiting for me, as if watching Orphie die wasn't enough.

There was still some suffering left. The next night, I was woken into his life for the third time, and let me tell you, this life? My least favorite, hands down. Like, bro didn't even give me a chance to get out of his body in his entire 50 years of life. I mean, come on, where's the fun in that?

So, the basic intro: in this life, Orphie was adopted by the Chief of Health, who had no clue who his real parents were. He and his wife raised him like their own, with all the love in the world. Orphie, being the overachiever he always is, fell in love with medicine, just like his adopted father. And, surprise surprise, he became the greatest healing mage to ever exist. Like, why is he so perfect in every single life? It's exhausting. Healing mage, combat expert, domain spell master—the guy had it all.

But of course, he wasn't just the best healer; he was also pretty damn strong, mastering the toughest spells out there, including the domain spell—one of the rarest and hardest to learn. And yeah, he was kind-hearted and all that, which I guess is great, but his mental strength? Unbreakable. Meaning I never got to take over. Nope, he had his shit together this time, and I was just along for the ride. No fun for me.

And just like the last two lives, his story ended the same damn way. The same villain. The same tragic death. But this time, I wasn't fast enough to save him. He died before I could step in. And yeah, sure, he was my least favorite version of Orphie, but even then, I had to bid him goodbye. Because, as much as I liked to complain, watching him die never got any easier.

Another one lost. And the cycle of pain? Still going strong.

Orphie's fourth life? By far my favorite. It had all the drama, trauma, and some twisted humor sprinkled in. So, this time, our boy was kidnapped by slave sellers, who treated him like absolute garbage—typical, right? He was eventually bought by a mage. But not just any mage; this dude was an expert in mental health spells. Yeah, you heard me, the mental health guru of magic.

Why did he pick Orphie, you ask? Was it because of his potential, his powers, his lineage? Nope. It was because he found Orphie rude. That's it. This old geezer thought, "Ah, this rude little shit will make the perfect successor for my magical legacy!" Like, imagine being chosen for greatness because you were kind of a jerk.

Anyway, back to the story. The old mage wasn't too bad. He actually treated Orphie well, taught him some basic defense and offense spells. And instead of heading back to the castle walls like a good little prince, Orphie thought, "Screw it, I'll stay with this weird old guy." It was a wild decision, but hey, when you've been through three lives of royal nonsense, living with a mage probably felt like a vacation.

By the time Orphie hit 12, the mage started teaching him the real deal—mental spells. First up: making his mind stronger, so no one could mess with him mentally. Seemed like a solid plan, right? But then, something super unexpected happened.

So, there I was, lounging in my usual spot, watching Orphie from my comfy mind-prison, minding my own business—literally scratching my back and, uh... farting. Suddenly, boom, Orphie's right there, standing in front of me. I'm talking about the real deal, not just a dream or a hallucination. My first thought? "Wow, I've finally lost it. I'm delulu."

But, nope, after pinching my absolutely flawless cheeks, I realized this was real. Orphie had somehow crossed into my space. And I was in the middle of the most glamorous moment of my life, let me tell you.

I was mortified, but guess who was even more shocked? Orphie.

He blinked, looking me up and down, then goes, "Who the fuck are you?"

I couldn't resist. I shot back, "Cursing is bad for kids, you worm." Because, you know, priorities.