Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World

1: The Million and First Life

“He’s such a cute little boy!”

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**Sigh**. I groaned.

This body is too weak this time. In its newborn state, it couldn’t even open its eyes properly, couldn’t clench its fists, and couldn’t even move on its own.

There’s not much this body can do.

Reincarnation into such a weak physique—looks like another “miss” this time.

I wriggled my limbs, but it was futile. The onlookers, holding me and looking down on me, uttered words like, “Such lively eyes,” “Looks like a cute child, just like its mother,” and so on.

Realizing that they were calling me cute because they understood the words, I was truly indignant.

I’m being underestimated too much—these despicable powerful individuals surrounding me can do as they please with me, a powerless being. They mock me from the bottom of their hearts, treating me like a clown, unaware of the fate that awaits me.

This is getting unbearable.

I’ve lost countless times in a million reincarnations, but I have not lost my pride.

I cried bitterly in anger.

My mind has lived for tens of millions of years, but with each reincarnation, my heart is pulled into the body.

I have no choice but to express emotions in the ways that a born being would.

It seemed that the body I inhabit in this life expresses intense emotions through “crying.”

As I sobbed uncontrollably, the people around me laughed cheerfully, saying, “So lively!” “This child will surely become a big shot in the future, just like its mother.”

Surely, those words were dripping with sarcasm, hidden within parentheses at the end, saying, “So lively! (Without knowing what will happen next)” or “This child will surely become a big shot in the future (If there’s such a thing as the future).”

Unforgivable.

Just watch, I’ll turn the tables and defeat all of you without exception.

I cried even louder.

However—

“Mother, would you like to hold the baby?”

“…Yes.”

I abruptly stopped crying.

The warmth and scent enveloping me had a strange calming effect.

“…This is my baby…”

Her voice didn’t evoke any negative feelings in me at all.

Maybe, just maybe, this person is on my side?

Could it be that I’m really being called cute by everyone, without any irony?

Perhaps—

In this world, shouldn’t babies be cherished beings?

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Such thoughts came to mind, and I was taken aback.

—I am under mind control.

It was dangerous. My experience of a million unfortunate lives came in handy.

Remember. I have always been betrayed. Misfortune is the standard, and I have never been in any situation other than adversity.

After living such a life, should I trust others?

Impossible.

Words have hidden meanings. Actions have hidden motives.

The emotions directed towards me can only be discrimination, contempt, hatred, or at best, pity.

It was really dangerous. I tightened my grip and looked at the person embracing me.

My eyes still haven’t fully opened. In that blurred vision, the person I saw was incredibly beautiful and kind. In an instant, I fell in love with this person.

I finally understood. This person is my mother…

—No, that’s not it!

Emotions are pulling at my physical body. In love with my beloved mother? Don’t make me laugh! If I fall in love with someone, it means the preparations for betrayal are complete. I’m not falling in love; I’m being made to fall in love. It’s nothing more than an event that should be suspected of some kind of mental contamination.

I won’t be deceived anymore.

Endless cycle of reincarnation. Reincarnating forever until I fulfill “a certain condition” and put an end to this eternity (……..).

This time, I will fulfill the “condition” to “live out a natural lifespan” and settle this eternity.

To die peacefully of old age, I will doubt everything and use everything!

But my mother is different. I will live for this person. My beloved mother is gentle and has a nice scent. I can’t see well, but I can tell when my mother laughs when I laugh.

No, that’s not it. It was dangerous. I won’t be deceived anymore. I won’t love or trust anyone anymore.

But…

Can I trust only my mother?