Chapter 25: Insanity…

  (Hana’s POV)

  Regardless of how I struggled, I’d always end up just like this… Which number of lives was this? Perhaps… I had lived in pure suffering for hundreds of lifetimes.

  No matter how hard that I work, I am never anything more than a gutter rat. It honestly wouldn’t be so bad, but why did I have to remember all of those lives?

  It was at the level where… I can only guess that this is some divine punishment for me. Some recompense that I am paying, all for crimes that I have no knowledge of.

  And, just like all those times before, here I was, born into a poor village. With my stark white hair and deep red eyes, which followed me in each life, I, of course, was deeply mistreated in this silly place.

  Those villagers… all of their hair was black, with some of them having brown hair. I was born to parents with the black hair, yet I ended up looking like this.

  I understand that their mistreatment of me is stupid, and really makes no sense at all, but what can I do about it? Just the same as in this life, my parents abandoned me.

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  Twenty years… that’s how long that I’ve endured the torment of this life. Regardless of how many times that those people bully me, the children, the teens, and even the adults, they all seem to still enjoy it even now.

  Thud!

  As I walked through the village, on my way to the forest, I was hit in the red by a large rock. Or rather, this was earlier today, but I’ll get to the current times later…

  Anyway, since I was abandoned, I had to forage in the dangerous forest for food. The rock hit my head, and crimson liquid trailed down my face. The teens that had attacked me… laughed like demons.

  Living in a shitty place like this, I became the perfect tool to vent their frustrations about their petty and extremely pointless lives. Even better… is that I would heal almost instantly.

  This was a key in their torment of me. It didn’t matter how they abused me, as I would be fine within mere seconds. Both the men, women, and some of the stronger teens, had all nearly killed me countless times.

  Luckily, due to my poor diet, and how I smell bad most of the time, none of the villagers have ever attempted to sexually assault me. This brings me back to the present… What the hell is this woman saying?...

  Celia: “Hi, can you come with me? I came here to find you, as you’re the destined wife of a friend of mine.” She said with a smile.

  Hana: “…”

  In any of those lives, I never became anything other than a human, but… I can tell that this woman was a Higher Being… There was an air to this woman, where you could… just know that you’re far beneath her. What was it that she said to me? A destined… wife!?