What Did I Do Wrong?

"I hope I don't make the same mistakes in my next life" Victor smiled broadly, he heard the words that he had the Yandere System activated, but he didn't care about it, believing that in his next life he wouldn't have to clean up all that shit.

Why did he think the system would be problematic?

It's very simple, just from the first word "Yandere" it already meant a problem, no, it couldn't be called a problem rather a disaster.

"Well, it's none of my business," laughed Victor. He was in a good mood, as if he had won the lottery instead of dying.

He was sure that in the next life he would continue to suffer, but not because of poverty or some girl, but because of the system. And yet he confidently brushed it aside. He died, which meant that in the next life he would no longer be what he was now, forgetting his past, the despair he had experienced in both lives.

"How I want to forget it all, thinking that everything that happened was just a bad dream" Looking at the big bright road before his eyes, Victor felt a sense of elation.

"Just a little more," he thought, then immediately sped up in a hurry to end his shitty memories.

"The bridge… Finally" exclaimed Victor and sped up, he had never been more excited in his life than now, just a little longer and the end of everything would come.

Step. Step. Step.

Only one step remained and he would cross the bridge. Victor took a deep breath and stepped forward with a confident thought.

"If life proves to be a total failure this time too, I will commit suicide at once, rather than suffer as before" After which the light blinded him and he disappeared.

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"Goddess of Lust ... GODDESS of Lust! What the fuck have I ever done to you!?" - the young man shouted, looking up at the sky. Of course it was none other than Victor.

Just a few moments ago he was so happy that no one would be able to describe his happiness. His life should have been over by now, but he couldn't even imagine that it wasn't the end, but only the beginning.

As if it were some kind of novel, he reincarnated into the body of a young man, and just like in those novels, at first glance everything seemed to be fine.

But Victor didn't think so at all.

In his third life, as befits a fairy tale, Victor was reborn into the body of a young man who turned out to be complete waste, his parents abandoned him, his friends abandoned him, only his grandfather remained, but the day before Victor arrived he had died of old age.

This world turned out to be quite a fairy tale world, with little difference from the modern one, given that it was filled with magic, and as befits such plots, Victor was born without any talent, in short, he was a complete garbage.

"Next I probably will have to endure mockery, but soon an opportunity will present itself, meaby a hidden expert as a teacher, or I will be able to awaken an ancient lineage… " Victor sighed gloomily.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Grabbing a chair Victor released all his pent up rage by devastating his own room.

"Why…?"

Boom!

"Why…?!"

Boom!

"I still remember everything...!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Only after destroying half the room did Victor begin to calm down a little, but it was impossible to suppress his anger any longer.

"Just why? What did I do wrong?" From the stage of denial, Victor began to realize that this time, too, fate had given him a great gift. No, it couldn't be called a great gift, more like a surprise that Victor was completely discouraged by.

"I'm not fucking human..." He couldn't understand how he was different from ordinary people; after death doesn't a new life start from scratch? Isn't it like the reincarnation where you forget everything and restart from scratch, with no memories?

"So why can't I?" Tears rolled down Victor's face, he was already morally tired of life, he knew that soon everything would start to roll downhill again.

Even by the plot of such genres you could imagine the continuation of Victor's story, he became stronger outdoing himself and after he went to confront the demon king or something else that would threaten everything precious to him, soon he would win, he would be praised for a brief moment and then forgotten, leaving him poor, battered and lonely, of course that was an ending Victor considered as a relatively good one.

But in the worst case it could have been very different, the beginning would be like the good ending from the previous case, Victor would be a hero, maybe fall in love, but soon an incident would have happened, his bride would have betrayed him, and the country he was fighting for would have abandoned him. There was also a possibility of someone plotting a conspiracy against him in order to get rid of him.

While gritting his teeth, Victor whispered; "I don't care about the country, the people, or the world in general. I just want to die and forget it all… "

"I don't intend to live my life like this" With a depressed expression on his face, Victor came to the conclusion that it was better to die than to live such a life.

In the first life Victor felt depressed that he wasn't rich, in the second he felt desperate because of the girl who turned his life into a joke, and now in the third he was the protagonist of a second-rate novel.

Victor had no words to describe how much he hated the two Goddesses who made all of his life into quite the unfunny jokes, he supposed, as they died laughing at the sight of his misery.

Grabbing a knife from the broken table, Victor stabbed himself hard in the heart and to make sure he would die, he tried to stab as hard as he could until his strength left him and his consciousness went completely out.

[ You're dead! ]

[ The God of Death admires your courage, you have received the blessing of the God of Death! ]

As soon as Victor heard those words, horror flashed in his eyes; even in his worst dreams he would not want to hear that again. The man's voice in his head was firm and resonant, but to Victor it was as if the devil himself was whispering in his ear.

"Blah… Blessing… Blessing..." This phrase alone made Victor feel terrible. The word blessing could be compared to a kindness or a nice gift, but to Victor it was like the most terrifying curse in the world.

Every time he heard that word, his life first improved and then ended tragically, and each time it seemed to gradually get worse and worse.

[ Skill creation is in progress… ]

[ Skill: Immortal ]

[ Activation condition: death of the skill holder ]

[ Description: Death is not the end, but only the beginning. After each death the owner of the skill will go through a cycle of reincarnation ]

[ Remaining skill uses: Infinite ]