The Prophet's Ways Of Destruction

A woman lay down on the edge of the road, her blood pooled on the cracked pavement.

Yet, despite the shards piercing her skin, she felt nothing.

Perhaps it was simply because her life was about to end soon, thus everything felt dull at this point.

'Oh I'm so done with this life'

The truck that had hit her was visibly damaged; its headlights were shattered, and blood smeared across the dented metal.

Crowds began to gather, phones raised, flashes flickered as they recorded her without any permission.

Some of them showed pity,

Some of them showed curiosity,

Some of them feel sorry…

But none of them bothered to help.

Despite that, the woman had no energy to be mad or argue with anyone.

Instead, her eyes remained gazing at the rain-soaked sky, while her thoughts drifted recalling everything that led her to this moment.

'Tomorrow is my birthday, my brother is even excited about my 18th debut.'

'I knew how weird it is to be able to survive this far! I shouldn't have lowered my guard for a minute!'

'Oh yeah- today is grade release. I bet my mom is mad'

'Yep, I'm cooked.'

'Wait- I forgot I'm about to die, hehehehe'

'...'

The panicked driver stumbled out of his truck, his face showed complete terror as he scanned the crowd. 

Before long, the police arrived, but there was still no damn ambulance.

The driver began babbling frantically explaining how his breaks had failed.

Anyone who witnessed the whole incident and heard his excuse will probably slap him in the face.

But sadly, there's none.

Thus the only one who had the urge to do that, is no one else but the victim.

'Oh, please! Who are you fooling?!' Her thoughts raged. 'You're obviously drunk! How else would you hit someone on the sidewalk?'

She wanted to scream at him, to call him out, but her body refused to cooperate.

This woman couldn't speak, let alone move her mouth. Thus all she could do was to curse silently.

'Is this really how I'm going to die?'

'I want to live...'

'to celebrate my birthday at least...'

Her vision started to blur, but she managed to force her eyes to shift to the side.

There, unseen by everyone else, was a holographic blue hue system; that only she could see.

_____________________

[System:

Failing your 195th life...

Calculating results...

Subject: Seon Vel'Seol

Title: God's Left Eye]

_____________________

'Dogshit!'

Seon wanted to say those words aloud and let that pure resentment out of her chest.

Her gaze remained on a single sentence.

'The God's Left Eye'

A cursed title that followed her in every reincarnation.

A gift that allowed her to see the future of anything except her own. Such a noble blessing indeed!

Only if that blessing is capable of saving her own...

'Yeah right, this world will be alright in the next 30 years or so— but soon will be conquered by AI'

'But it's not my problem! that will be my children's, and grandchildren's problem!'

'...oh wait I don't have any children…'

'…'

'Am I really going to die?'

Frustrations, regrets, hatred, and so many emotions coursed through her veins.

This wasn't her first time dying, but these feelings continued to linger a bitter taste in her mouth.

'Ugh I should've done it yesterday if I knew I would end up like this… oh wait I did plan to— but my neighbor suddenly knocked on my door—'

'I'm dumb, I'm dumb, how did I forget? hoho'

Seon once considered taking her own life, and leave from this madness— this cycle of life.

However, whenever she planned to do so, there would always be something that would hinder her from doing it completely.

So in the end...

'I can't even make my deaths look fashionable and Instagram worthy... damn it, you guys should've let me know before ending my life!'

Her thoughts gradually halted as her vision faded and the world slipped away.

Finally, her eyelids shut, and the 195th peaceful life of Seon Vel'Seol came to its pitiful end.

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'What does it mean to live a life of freedom, when I can't even live mine.'

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'Drip... Drip...'

The sound of water droplets hit the nonexistent ground and echoed through the vast emptiness.

It was a hollow, desolate place with no boundaries or landmarks in sight.

Like a discord, this void continued to stretch infinitely leaving a boundless dusk without any horizon or form.

Until…

What was suspended in the center was a small orb floating in a pale blue glow, seemingly to be on the brink of disappearing at any moment.

A light with no strength to move, nor any strength to keep its radiance alive.

"The journey of that child has come to an end"

A figure revealed from the depths of nothingness and glided towards the faint light.

"My child… my left eye... the one who dreams the visions I cannot see…"

The voice spoke in an unsettling tone, neither mourning nor celebrating.

The shadowed figure reached out its hand, carefully hovering over the fragile glow, afraid to extinguish it with even the slightest touch.

For a moment, there was only silence— until a faint, blurred voice echoed. It was like a whisper on the edge of disappearing.

"...God..."

The figure stood still, sensing the heavy weight of sadness and deep pain that was reflected in just one call.

How could it not feel the exhaustion and weariness of a soul that had endured countless struggles? The entity was all too familiar with the hardships this child had faced.

In its previous life, it had been labeled a heretic and burned alive despite only wanting to help those in need.

In its second life, it was betrayed by its own family and abandoned by those it trusted most.

And in its third life, it sacrificed everything for the sake of others. And so, in every death, the cycle repeated—again and again, until its 195th turn.

The entity felt a strong desire to end the child's suffering, to grant it peace and allow it to rest. But it was unable to do so.

Why?

Because only this child possessed the ability to see the true future - a future that even the entity itself could not glimpse.

The burden that had been bestowed from the very beginning, must continue no matter what.

Regardless of the pain, the cycle must be repeated, until its role is done.

'The law of divinity, where her role is to act as his left eye, to see the world's ending and will be discarded once her job is done. To be reborn once more, and yet again, to repeat that sole purpose.'

"I will reincarnate you one more time," The entity spoke softly. "In this life, I hope you find peace..."

Silence filled the space as the orb began to flicker violently. This entity seems to not expect any reply from the soul.

But...

The voice of light took on a cold and harsh tone.

"Dogshit..."

The whisper of the orb grew louder and louder.

"If you reincarnate me again." the voice roared, "I will fucking destroy your world!!!"

"..."

"I'm not even kidding! Don't you dare!"

The figure stood still unable to think what it should feel.