Reincarnating in Another World and Starting From Zero is Annoying

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Reincarnating in Another World and Starting From Zero is Annoying

Prologue

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Reincarnation is annoying.

I say that now because it's like, what, my third? Fourth? No, no I think it's my fifth time being reincarnated in a whole other world. Well, I say reincarnated but it would be more correct to say that this is my third time being sent in another world, while it being my second time being reincarnated and starting over from zero… well not really zero but you get the point.

My beginning story started a long time ago when I first visited another world, or rather I was summoned to another world as a cliche summoned otherworlder who has to carry the burden of being a hero who has to bring peace onto the land.

Being the normal and completely average highschooler that I was who still hadn't had a purpose in life, being given one that was as glorious as being a hero who saved the world was something that I had immediately jumped the gun on.

Having both the kingdom's greatest swordsman and the great sage as teachers also not forgetting a growth cheat given to otherworlders, my strength grew leaps and bounds in an astonishing pace. Soon enough our party was sent out to defeat the vile demon king that plagued the land.

Simply put, my life at that point had turned into an average B-grade isekai novel.

I say B-grade because C-grade is where all those isekai harem trash are, and believe me I did not develop a harem.

My supposed partner did.

In a party of two strapping young men as vanguards and three young ladies acting as the rearguards and support, the sword saint's disciple had formed a harem with the sage's daughter, the princess, and the female archer.

I didn't mind at that time, after all they were my companions, my friends, people whom I had spent a great amount of time traveling and training with. And while of course I had felt jealousy towards him, I had also felt happiness for him who had wound love.

Soon we arrived in the domain of the demons, and after a struggling fight against the four demon generals, we had made it into the throne room where the demon king resided. After a well fought battle, we had won albeit extremely exhausted and full of injuries.

Then my life turned into a B-grade revenge story.

Turns out the vile demon king wasn't as vile and evil as the kingdom portrayed him to have been. He was simply what his name implied, a king of demons. He was an elected leader of the demons, a representative of their country chosen by the people and was supported by his council the four demon generals.

Because while the human kingdoms still use the patriarchal system and believe in the superiority of a pure bloodline, the demons used a presidential system and relied on an electoral college. And it wasn't that I was so stupid and naive to not notice, they apparently had rigged the summoning and had been using mental manipulation magic and drugs to manipulate me into trusting their words.

Because apparently they wanted the land that the demons resided on, as it was apparently a land that was rich in mana. That and the riches that they get from the spoils will be enough for them to wage wars against other kingdoms.

It would be understating it when I felt my heart had been broken at that moment I heard the princess' declaration, because at that point it had already been pierced by a sword from the back first.

Like any average protagonist of a B-grade revenge story, I had sworn my revenge. Claiming that I would kill them for manipulating me to kill all those innocent people. Of course they simply laugh, I would too if I was in their situation, who would believe the words of a man whose heart has been pierced and was lying mostly dead on the ground.

Then for some strange and incomprehensible reason, I was reincarnated.

As the demon king's daughter no less.

Apparently she had died during the demon castle's destruction, and somehow my soul had entered her soulless body. No, calling it soulless would be wrong, it was more correct to say that both our souls which were in a state of near destruction had merged with one another to save the one with the most chances of surviving.

Soon after I had sworn revenge on the kingdom, and with the remaining four demon generals set out to enact it. I had trained, harder than even before, plotted on when and where to strike to create the biggest opening to commence our assault on the kingdom.

And soon enough, a plan had been hatched, and soon after it was enacted.

The kingdom had been destroyed, the four great heroes had been killed, but as everything else in this accursed world it came at a cost.

The four demon generals, my only remaining family, had perished in battle. And at that point, as I looked down upon the massacre that I had done, I couldn't help but think, 'What have I done?'

Looking back I really, really, REALLY, went on the edgy route then. Deciding on a one self destructive track seeking only revenge disregarding the consequences and the many innocent lives that I would take was really a dumb move.

But that was exactly what I had done, I did what they did to me, and as I had done so doomed thousands of lives to the same fate that I had lived through. Thinking about it clearly, maybe I should have just started another kingdom, I did eventually do city building down the line, so it would've helped not make as much of a mess later on.

It may sound cliche and extremely edgy, but at that point of time I thought that suicide was the only answer for me to atone my sins.

But when the knife was only an inch from my neck, a strange glow consumed me and I was met with a sight that was extremely different from what should have been my surroundings. The destroyed landscape of a royal castle decorated with blood and filled with corpses had turned into a different castle filled with priests and magicians along with what seemed to be otherworlders beside me.

And after hearing a speech of how we were summoned to save the world from the calamity demon king, I had immediately noped my way out of the kingdom at night.

The weight of the numerous innocents that I had killed still felt heavy on my shoulders, even now as I try to recount this story as a toddler to amuse myself and ease my boredom I could still feel it, but for the me back then I had decided that the summoning that prevented me from committing suicide was fate.

So I had decided to travel across the world, seeing the sights and trying to help others as much as I could to ease the guilt that still crept every single moment I rest.

Some would scream and throw rocks the moment they realized what I was, some seemed resigned to their fate the moment I revealed my identity, but it still hurts everytime someone I had saved ungratefully decided to attack their saviors.

Even in another world that was already different from the one that I came from originally, society is still crap I guess.

But there were also some who had made me have faith in humanity, a certain priest in a rural village who had accepted me, the first person that I had ever met who truly believes that even someone like me that had committed many sins can still be forgiven.

The man sent me on quests to help others, and there wasn't a single malicious intent on him as he had done so. He was simply a devout priest who truly believes that there is a good in everyone, and the appearance of a demon of all things within his church earnestly wishing for forgiveness for her sins was something that solidified his belief.

This was probably the world where I had spent most of my time, it helped that I was of a demonic heritage that had an extremely long lifespan. I had written journals, both to remind me of my life before and one to write my journey for redemption.

I visited many countries and kingdoms at the behest of the generous priest, I had met many people, diverse in both character and features. I had made friends, enemies, acquaintances, save to say this journey of redemption was much more fulfilling than my first one.

I made sure to visit the priest every now and then, giving souvenirs to the rural villagers and cleaning up stray monsters that threatened the village. The villager was wary of me at first, a justified reaction really, but they soon warmed up to me and I soon became known as the person that brought gifts whenever she returned.

Faith in humanity restored!

I did not participate in wars of interest, if there were monsters that threatened cities or bandits groups that threatened innocents and wouldn't listen to reason, I would do my best to help exterminate them, but whenever there were invitations to an army I would always refuse.

They're annoying after all, I would rather actually enjoy the sights of the world or just slack around the rural village.

Eventually the priest passed away, some argue that it was of old age, but I argue that it was because he would always throw parties and drink like there's no tomorrow whenever I return.

We had cried, we had laughed, he was the first genuine friend that I had made in another world.

Eventually the war between the human kingdom and the demon kingdom subsided, the heroes summoned from another world had won a harsh fought battle and returned peace back to the land. But seeing the aftermath of the climax of their clash and the many towns and cities that were destroyed in the decade long war, the former betrayed hero and daughter of the demon king from another world decided to open an orphanage in the rural village.

I gathered orphaned children from across the continent and raised them as my own, something that I should have perhaps done instead of waging revenge in the last world.

But for some reason, the rural village had somehow turned into a village, and I was somehow the mayor. I was extremely confused at that point, but according to the villagers the innovations which were basic knowledge from my original world was what made this growth possible

Many joined our ranks over the years, refugees from the decade long war be it human, demi humans, or demons. There were also bandits trying to raid the town once in a while, they didn't listen to reason so I beat them into submission and they started calling me 'ane-san' and became the town's guards.

The orphans that I raised and taught magic, swordsmanship, and martial arts to eventually became well known figures, I was extremely proud of them.

Seeing their smiles, their laugh filled with happiness, it became a fuel for me to continue on and eased the burden of the guilt and lessened the nightmares. But even so there was something that I still longed for.

My original world, my original family.

I do wonder how they are doing after my disappearance, if time still continues on in that world, then my parents had probably passed on, I already spent a few decades here after all. But if the rules of space time are as flexible as I hope they are, then I could perhaps visit right after I disappeared or maybe around that time.

After saying my wishes during a drunken ramble, one of the orphans that had become a magician at the castle brought back tomes upon tomes about summoning magic.

It took quite some time and effort, even with the amount of great magicians that partake the research to travel to another world it still took around a decade to actually create a magic that was meant to send a person to another world. But after another great discussion, this time of morals and principles, it had been decided to burn the notes to prevent others from using the magic to wage war against other worlds.

So then I bid my goodbyes and used the magic to return to my homeworld.

But instead of waking in a suburban street, somehow I was a baby again.

This is going to be a pain in the ass.

But I do wonder why I was reincarnated instead of just transferring to another world. Was it because of the magic circle? My insufficient mana? The possibilities with magic are infinite that pinpointing the source of the problem is annoying.

[Answer: Due to the crude method of opening a fabric of space and time, only the soul was capable of passing through the rip that was opened.]

… huh?