Fleeing from under BBA’s hands.

The girl in the purple dress with golden hair took a deep breath, her figure silently appearing near Reg’s trailer door.

Reg had his back to her, standing on his tiptoes to reach a toolbox on the top shelf of the metal rack, which looked somewhat precarious.

The moment Yukari was about to speak, the stirring in her heart slightly agitated the surrounding thin kekkai (boundary) power.

An invisible ripple spread out.

Clang!

A spare, long metal lever from the top of the shelf suddenly dropped without warning.

Reg started at the sound, instinctively dodging sideways, but his heel landed squarely on a small wooden spinning top that had rolled onto the floor.

Skid!

Ah, damn it, something is wrong! Who is ambushing me?

Reg felt nothing but bad luck. This event always occurred whenever a powerful person approached him.

He used his hand to brace himself, leaning against the wall in a stable posture.

But the instant he stood up, his foot slipped again, and he fell backward, his back-of-the-head violently hitting the protruding metal tip of a homemade bird feeder fixed to the wall.

Pfff!

A dull, soft sound.

The expression on the girl’s face froze. The words she was about to speak caught in her throat. She immediately kicked the door open and rushed over to Reg.

She saw Reg’s body slump softly to the ground, his eyes vacant, a small patch of dark red rapidly soaking into the ground near the wall.

“Eh? I finally mustered the courage to approach, and he’s already dead? Huh? Crossing the Boundary of Life and Death!”

Darkness instantly swallowed Reg’s vision. The intense pain lasted only a fraction of a second, followed by that familiar sense of dissociation.

“No way, why is he thoroughly dead?! Damn it, why is his soul flying away? It’s been so long since I’ve seen him!”

Black, absolute black. No sound, no light, only pure void. This was the dark room of the Death Reversal.

[Absorbing Boundary Youkai’s Bad Luck: 5000.] [Accidental Death: 0.1] [Trait Points: 5400.9] [Physical Strength: 3] [Reiryoku: 0.01]

Reg numbly stared at the consciousness-only settlement screen that popped up before him.

Dead again.

This time, he didn’t even know who was approaching.

His sense of power seemed to have increased slightly, but it changed nothing.

“Heh…”

In the absolute silence of the darkness, he let out a near-inaudible, tired sigh of self-mockery.

This time… it seemed due to a “bad luck source” that came close? Who cares, he was used to it.

He closed his eyes, silently waiting for the darkness, which had no defined end, to be replaced by the scenery of reality again.

A slight feeling of weightlessness from when he fell backward still lingered in his chest.

He just wondered if the entity outside that caused his accidental death was still there.

Quickly push the trailer away.

“I’m truly fed up with this dog-shit automatic bad luck absorption thing.”

Reg quickly became very calm. He involuntarily raised a weapon in his hand. He was eager to kill the Youkai.

He first organized everything in the room, took down the spare lever from the shelf, and watched the ground vigilantly.

“Fortunately, the death just now wasn’t painful. It was one hit, one kill.”

Reg muttered. He was now back a few minutes ago. After dealing with the day’s disaster, he was about to open the door and windows to announce that he was selling his handmade goods again today.

Forget it… I’m a bit tired today. I’ll take a day off.

With this thought, Reg lay down on his bed and continued carving wood with the lumber next to him.

Yakumo Yukari’s figure quietly appeared not far from the familiar, old trailer stall.

“This is the place…”

She unconsciously smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on the corner of her dress. Her signature purple Western-style dress was impeccable.

However, the scene before her made her delicate brows slightly furrow.

Closed doors and windows. A silence utterly devoid of life.

Reg’s little shop was closed today.

The wooden sign “Reg’s Handiwork Shop” hung solitarily on the mottled body of the trailer, and the small display shelf below was empty.

“What should I do…”

Yukari murmured softly. A thread of subtle anxiety colored her usually composed expression.

Her hurried arrival here was too unexpected. So unexpected that she hadn’t organized her words, and, more critically, the courage she had just gathered had vanished with the shop’s closure.

“I… I finally found him again.”

Her thumb unconsciously twisted around another finger.

As the Great Youkai who manipulated boundaries, she was long accustomed to having everything under her control, either appearing gracefully or hiding behind the scenes for a thousand years.

But facing this young man—this soul who had reincarnated countless times, yet now struggled with life like an ordinary person—she felt an unprecedented clumsiness and hesitation.

How should I reveal myself?

Should she just abruptly appear before him and say, “I’ve been waiting for you”?

Or should she silently slip into his dreams like a ghost?

Or perhaps manufacture a small “chance encounter”?

“No, no…”

She shook her head slightly, rejecting those habitual, Youkai-like methods.

She still vividly remembered his sensitive and resistant reaction to non-human power when facing Keine—that panicky retreat. She did not want to repeat that.

“All he wants is ordinary… the most ordinary life…”

Yukari’s gaze fell on the closed door of the trailer, as if trying to peer through the wood to the figure who might be resting inside.

Her distress was almost palpable. The corners of her mouth, usually curved in a faint smile, were now pressed into a straight line. Her beautiful purple eyes were filled with entanglement.

I can’t just wait here like a young girl waiting for a rabbit, can I?

It was too undignified, and unlike her style, but knocking on the door impulsively… what would she say?

“Ara, you and I were involved in your past life. I’m here to continue our former bond and get to know you again.”

That was even worse. She would definitely be mistaken for a lunatic!

She even took a small, agitated step in place, her elegant high heel crushing an innocent wild chrysanthemum.

The sun climbed higher, stretching her shadow.

Yakumo Yukari stood by the desolate roadside, facing the silent, worn metal trailer, feeling like a clumsy girl with a first crush who couldn’t figure out how to strike up a conversation—completely heartbroken.

Her formidable power, capable of shaking the world, seemed utterly useless at this moment.

Finally, she let out a long, quiet sigh, her gaze drifting toward the other end of the road.

Perhaps… perhaps she should wander elsewhere and come back later?

She couldn’t just stand there and wait.

At the very least, she needed to come up with an opening line that was so ordinary it couldn’t be any more ordinary, one that wouldn’t scare him away.

As she pulled her gaze back, it accidentally swept across the edge of the Magic Forest in the distance.

A thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

Maybe… like that black-and-white magic-user, she could bring him a local specialty from the forest?

Like a few fresh mushrooms?

She instinctively sensed her gap and began to consider the feasibility of this option, which seemed the most unpretentious but was actually the most foreign to her.

As her figure moved away.

From the tiny ventilation window crack at the back of the trailer, one eye retreated in terror.

Reg held his breath, feeling like his heart was about to stop.

That woman in the purple dress… when did she stand there?! His cautious sensory abilities hadn’t detected her at all.

“The name ‘Boundary Youkai’ sounds terrifyingly awesome…”

Reg hastily packed up, ready to flee. The bad luck she provided was 5000 points, much more than the tens of points a regular Youkai killing provides.

This is too exaggerated!

Reg quickly got out of the trailer. Using his exaggerated Physical Constitution, he directly pushed the entire vehicle. Despite the wheels, his trailer was moving incredibly fast.

That heavily laden trailer was pushed, moving at a speed similar to an electric scooter, about 60 kilometers per hour, wildly sliding down the road.

His feet pounded the ground. Adrenaline surged. Reg felt no fatigue, only the bleakness of his future. He had only lingered a little longer outside the Human Village.

And now he had to encounter another strange Youkai.

《Congratulations to the Host for acquiring “Automatic Acquisition of Minor Combat Knowledge and Experience upon Death”》

Why did the system suddenly pop up at a time like this?

Reg felt like he had gained some combat skills, but what good was that?

Facing such a powerful enemy, he would be instantly killed in one encounter. What if he ran out of lives (perma-death)?

He did not want to fall into endless deaths like Diavolo; the pain alone would cause him to break down.

And just like that, Yakumo Yukari missed her chance.

Reg, pushing the trailer, crashed directly on a mountain road, with loose stones scattering everywhere.

“This damn bad luck…”

In the ethereal space, Reg seemed to have arrived at a strange place this time.

He wandered, groping at everything around him, planning to wait for the countdown to end as usual.

[Omni-Competent]: “You’re back again? Welcome, welcome!”

Reg was stunned by the information that suddenly popped up. He frantically patted the area around him, clearly very pleased. To him, in this dark void, he finally had someone—himself—to talk to.

Reg was confused by the sentence.

Why is it calling me “another self,” and the name is kind of chuunibyou (edgy)?

[???]: “Is that me? Although I’ve died many times, I don’t think I have any mental illness!”

[Omni-Competent]: “Ah, I am you, and I am also your system. It seems you don’t have anything special about you, so you shall be named ‘Ordinary Man.’

I assume that in this space, you should be able to find fragments of your memory.”

Reg froze. He reached out as if to touch something. Suddenly, heaps of memories, as if trying to drive him insane, were collected into his mind in an instant.

He was the entity named Reg.

Once, an Original Reg traveled to this vast, unknown parallel world. His life was difficult, and at one point, his frantic struggles led him to become the world’s hero.

What followed was high-dimensional annotation. Reg ascended dimensions again and again, traveling through countless worlds.

He acquired the setting known as [The Primeval].

This setting corrupted the underlying code of the world. As long as Reg died, a new Reg would be born.

It was similar to the Undead in Dark Souls 1, but the only difference was that Reg’s death exponentially increased his power and would gradually allow him to fully comprehend the world’s code.

Cannot be sealed, cannot be controlled, cannot be fatigued, automatically imitated, automatically replicated.

This was his perpetual routine.

[Ordinary Man]: “Ah… I remember now. Are you that bored that you have to perform a fixed opening monologue? If my past self was that strong, why would he do this?”

[Omni-Competent]: “Because he was tired. He annihilated his own existence. No matter how he died, he couldn’t stay dead, he couldn’t be extinguished.

Each death corrupted the world. The long years prevented him from falling asleep. His soul would continuously stretch and become more exaggerated as he ‘slept.’

Exploding with loneliness, he segmented his entire existence, filling countless worlds. Thus, this void came into being.

I am the existence born in the First Era, and you are very likely the true main body! Your existence can be divided into various traits, while I only possess one…

Furthermore, you possess a strange instinct. Every time you go out, you seal your memories and implant the fear of death.”

[Ordinary Man]: “That sounds highly unreliable, but my original ideal was just to find a gentle girl and marry her.”

[Omniscient and Omnipotent]: “It’s because of your underlying code that each of us possesses the same memories and the same feelings as you, but with thoughts on different dimensional levels.

Perhaps in the previous moment, you were not you, and in the next moment, that self is you. Interacting and eventually converging into The Primeval.”

[Ordinary Man]: “I don’t understand, ugh… Sharing memories feels awkward, and I can feel the shared feelings, too.”

Reg touched his head and noticed that some kind of new trait was being born around him.

[Omni-Competent]: “You only need to remember one thing: Your own people won’t harm their own people.”