Looking at his relaxed self in the mirror, Samuel suddenly grinned.
He rembered things from a long ti ago.
In the past, each of his lives would grant him an ability different from ordinary people.
Before the sixth life, every death would allow him to be reborn with the mories and abilities of his previous life, and each death would make the abilities he once possessed more proficient and deeper.
But he had never survived past the age of 18 before this.
Samuel still clearly rembered that in the very first life, he didn't feel much difference from ordinary people until his death.
He just felt that his body was slightly more coordinated than normal people's, his body's flexibility was better, his control over his own body was higher, and his learning ability for various difficult movents was stronger.
This could be explained by "talent," just like so people are naturally good at learning, while others are naturally good at being lazy.
His muscles were more developed than others from a young age. This didn't an he was particularly strong, but that he could instinctively and effortlessly control his muscles, like wiggling his ears, raising a single eyebrow, or doing a mid-air split. He could also learn to ride a unicycle while juggling just by watching a circus performance online once.
These were all things that could be learned with so ti. Therefore, since childhood, he only thought he was exceptionally gifted.
At that ti, his friends always joked that Samuel was a "born clown," saying Samuel could shine brighter in a circus.
He thought so too.
This could probably only be considered "talent," still quite far from extraordinary abilities.
Later, he died on his 18th birthday.
Ridiculously killed by a chandelier falling from above.
A laughable, and now thinking back, absurd way to die.
The curve of Samuel's lips lifted a bit more, his eyes showing no annoyance or other negative emotions, only pure pleasure.
By the second life, Samuel was reincarnated, returning to the very beginning point in ti.
This wasn't really ti travel in the true sense, more like ti rewinding, a "rebirth" from the start.
Samuel began recalling his previous life at age 4, and around age 10, he recovered the mories of his first life.
Although he was reborn with mories, expecting an infant's brain to comprehend all the mories of an 18-year-old adult was indeed asking too much.
After recovering his mories in his second life, he was utterly amazed, imdiately believing he was the legendary Chosen One.
He didn't think there was any problem with being killed by a chandelier at the ti.
Although a bit laughable, he thought it was probably a necessary process to awaken the "golden finger" for the "Chosen One," like the common truck in novels.
He had also read many ti-travel and rebirth novels, with all sorts of strange deaths. Being killed by a chandelier was relatively normal.
It's not like he was finished off by the chandelier; being smashed was just being smashed.
At least at that ti, he couldn't see any problem at all.
But back then, he finally discovered his peculiarity.
His talent ability from the first life had been enhanced. He beca capable of doing many things ordinary people couldn't, possessing unimaginable muscle control, able to effortlessly complete various extre challenges.
He could even briefly dislocate his muscles.
Although this often led to him pulling muscles, almost paralyzing himself a few tis.
But he still believed he was the Chosen One.
Because he gained a second ability.
It was an extraordinary mimicry ability.
He could effortlessly imitate anyone he had seen.
From deanor to movents to habits, everything was identical. Even voices could be imitated through precise vocal cord control.
Moreover, when he imitated soone, he could roughly sense that person's emotions.
This was undoubtedly an extraordinary ability. It was also the basis for Samuel's self-proclaid status as the Chosen One at that ti.
In the second life, he simply didn't install any chandeliers in his house, so the laughable death of the first life didn't happen.
But while drunk and showing off his performance skills, he accidentally pulled a muscle and fell from the balcony...
"Tsk." Samuel suddenly let out a laugh, mockingly but without malice, laughing at his past self.
He had always wanted to find a toy durable enough to play with, and now he seed to have discovered that he himself was quite fun.
This was a sudden idea that occurred to him while reminiscing about his past.
Toy... toy...
Got it.
He raised his hand and touched his left eye, feeling the eyeball beneath the eyelid.
"Hehe."
Samuel relaxed his body, leaning back onto the sofa. The eyeball in his left eye socket rotated, then suddenly split, dividing into two pupils.
The two pupils rotated within the eye socket, then split again, becoming two truly separate eyeballs.
One of them loosened slightly, then suddenly jumped out.
It transford into a black cat mid-air, landing on the ground with a faint "ow" sound.
Samuel rubbed his eye, and when he moved his hand away, the eye had returned to normal.
He had always thought that people who love to laugh and cats actually go well together.
Because people who love to laugh are always "hahaha," and cats are always "hahaha" too.
He didn't look at the cat on the floor again, letting the cat adapt to its body before flipping over the part of the floor-to-ceiling window that could swing outward and jumping out.
No need to watch, because that cat was a part split from his eye, essentially an extension of his body.
He could control the black cat like any other part of his body; the only thing needing adaptation was having two different images appearing in his vision.
One from himself, one from the black cat.
The two images overlapped, requiring him to spend half his ntal effort to pay attention to the black cat's perspective.
Reaching out casually to the side, he tried to pick up the phone he had placed there earlier.
But he failed to grab the phone.
A cover with a slightly elastic texture fell into his hand. Samuel turned his head and saw that the travel guide originally placed on the second floor had suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Hmm... wow." Samuel exclaid in admiration, then casually tossed the travel guide aside.
A trash travel guide with only one sentence recorded wants to compete for favor with my beloved phone? How overconfident.
The travel guide was casually thrown aside. Samuel picked up the phone from the sofa again and tapped the screen.
Soon, he found that his phone's functionality had been greatly reduced.
Now, his phone had beco a glowing, mostly useless brick. Completely no signal, and he couldn't use any apps from his previous life that required internet connection.
This wasn't sothing a VPN could solve; presumably, no developer could be that amazing.
Even the ti was inaccurate.
Even in the original world, tis were different in different countries. Not to ntion now in another world.
"Damn, my beloved has beco a castrated version."
Now it's even worse than the trash travel guide. At least the travel guide is thick enough to deliver a critical hit if smashed into soone's face.
"No signal, huh." Samuel fiddled with the phone in his hand, casually dragging the app icons.
He tried clicking several apps but eventually exited because they were aningless.
"Tsk." He clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
The earbud case automatically opened, and two wireless earbuds flew out, landing in Samuel's ears.
"Sigh." Samuel sighed, casually opened the cached music, then adjusted the calendar according to the date in his mory and set the ti against the wall clock.
At least make the phone sowhat useful, but... that's about it.
Putting down the phone, Samuel looked at the travel guide again.
Raising his hand and making a grabbing motion in the air, sure enough, the travel guide once again appeared in Samuel's hand out of thin air.
He placed the travel guide flat on his thigh, waiting for it to open automatically.
"Tell , since you're 'The Lunatic's World Travel Guide,' shouldn't you give so travel advice or sothing? Or provide so useful information?"
"With just two paragraphs, what good are you?"
Samuel questioned.
Perhaps Samuel's questioning had an effect. The travel guide automatically opened, its blank pages rustling as they flipped to the last page and settled.
【Lunatic File: 000.】
【Na: Samuel Gavris.】
【Appearance: Externally appears as a black-haired normal human around 20 years old.】
【Law Inclination: Absurdity.】
【Description: Possesses strong environntal pollution potential, acts on whims, unpredictable movents, abilities unknown. Currently only known to be able to alter appearance at will. Maintaining human form is suspected to be a unique hobby. Seems to be a jazz bad cat dreaming of turning the whole world into senility.】
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As a coastal city, Reins has considerable precipitation, easily forming lakes, rivers, and puddles. Being the capital, important areas of the city have well-developed drainage facilities, making these problems completely unnoticeable.
However, in areas like the docks or slums, this wasn't necessary. Lacking sufficient drainage, they had more convenient but less aesthetically pleasing drainage channels and bridge-like structures instead.
After all, even in the capital, there's no need to care too much about places out of sight.
And these places happened to provide resting spots for the holess. One structure serving multiple purposes was quite good.
Splash, splash.
The sound of leather boots stepping in puddles rang out.
Soone was walking on the narrow, intricate streets of the slums, their pace neither fast nor slow.
It had rained last night. Although the rain had stopped now, many puddles still accumulated on the ground.
The black cat crouched on the roof of a low house, its reflective black eyes looking down, watching the person pass by.
It was a man with long green hair, looking straight ahead, making it a bit hard for the black cat on the roof to see his face clearly.
He wore a very clean white clerical robe, with a crown woven from flowers and vines on his head, looking like a simple crown. He exuded a gentle aura completely unlike a resident of this place.
Judging by his attire, he seed to be a young priest, just not carrying a Bible.
Samuel rembered that this world indeed had the concept of "religion." Although the na wasn't Christianity, the general content was similar. When Samuel ntally translated between the two languages, he simply translated it as "Christianity."
Of course, since the religion here proclaims their Lord above all gods, it could also be translated as the Lord God religion.
The priest seed to sense the black cat's gaze. Without stopping his forward steps or slowing down, he just looked up as he passed, eting the gaze of the black cat Samuel on the roof, offering a polite smile and a nod in greeting.
His features were handso, his expression gentle, smiling, possessing a beauty that blurred gender lines.
Black cat Samuel also lifted the corners of its mouth, showing a smile on its feline face.
After a simple greeting, the priest turned his head back and continued forward without pause, venturing deeper into the slums, arriving under an arch bridge.
Black cat Samuel swished its tail, curiously following from a distance, neither too close nor too far.
Soon, under the black cat's watch, the priest stopped.
Samuel followed the priest's gaze and saw a simple bed made of broken cardboard boxes and old newspapers, with a boy lying on it, on the verge of death.
The boy looked only eleven or twelve, breathing weakly, covered in sores, filthy all over. In late November weather, his clothes weren't thick. He only had a blanket made of stacked newspapers covering him.
The priest looked at the boy before him, his expression still gentle, face still smiling, eyes showing compassion.
Oh? Is it actually a priest and young boy storyline?
Black cat Samuel couldn't help but swish its tail.
He keenly sensed a strange aura. This wasn't a specific sll, but a hint that what was about to happen might interest him greatly.
Although it was likely different from what he had just thought, it was definitely interesting enough.
The priest stood before the boy, crouched down, not minding at all letting the clean hem of his robe touch the dirty ground.
Similarly, showing no disdain, he gently extended a clean hand, stroking the boy's dirty hair.
The boy's closed eyes then opened, noticing the priest before him. Looking at that gentle, beautiful face, he seed dazed, though it was hard to tell if it was from having his head stroked or from being tornted into delirium by illness.
"Child." The priest spoke in a gentle tone. His voice was pleasant, between a male and female voice, seemingly carrying a faint echo, making it sowhat difficult to distinguish the exact timbre.
This voice seed to make the boy's spirits improve slightly, his pupils gradually focusing.
Only then did the priest gently ask:
"Do you wish to go to Heaven?"
Huh? Sothing's off?
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On the sofa, Samuel, while distractedly using the black cat's perspective to watch what was happening in the slums, looked at his own file described in the travel guide on his thigh.
"Law? Absurdity?" He repeated these two words with great interest. "What is this?"
This part wasn't included in the common knowledge in his mind.
But this wasn't strange. What he knew was only the common knowledge understood by most of the populace. And in this world, the extraordinary seed similarly hidden behind the scenes, not known to the general public.
The travel guide remained motionless, no new text appearing.
It seed it didn't plan to answer Samuel's question.
But Samuel didn't mind.
This wasn't hard to guess.
Law was probably a small classification within so extraordinary system, like a class you could choose in a ga.
As for "Absurdity," Samuel could probably guess too.
Although he didn't think his behavior was abnormal, he clearly knew it indeed didn't seem normal in others' eyes.
At that mont, the travel guide on his thigh suddenly moved.
It flipped pages, from back to front, quickly reaching the first page.
Below the two existing paragraphs, a third paragraph of text was written out stroke by stroke.
【2. If soone asks if you wish to go to "Heaven," please refuse. No matter how friendly they may appear.】
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