Slowly, her eyes opened, and she was actually transgender and reborn? Zach has become a girl?! The only thing she could do was scream. Touching his daughter over and over again? It's too much. But life after that?! Still miserable?

Thousands of lives. The crowd died tragically. Stabbed. Cut. Beheading. Pierce. Melt in the flames of God. It was as if I had fallen into an endless bitter cold.

Betrayed by a friend. Betrayed by someone he loves. Watch them be devoured by the Demon Lord. Watch it grow like a seed over and over again. Look for the weaknesses in their hearts. It was too late for him to stop it.

To save the gods, cut down the gods. Still failed. Over and over again. Forced to watch helplessly, like a bystander of his own life. Watch him make the same mistakes over and over again. In the end, I was forced to try again and look back on the life wasted. In case you try again,

They may fail again.

So many people died. How painful. So much pain.

She couldn't keep it in her heart anymore. She screamed, her voice rushing out of her throat, even as she tried to suppress it.

After a few seconds, a hand covered her mouth and stopped her from screaming.

"Do you want to wake up the whole forest?" A voice hissed in her ear. A man's voice. "Or maybe you want to kill us all?" Who is he? Where is she? Wait, she? Who is she? And what about him? No, she is who she is. He is who he is. It's so grotesque!

Then her life now came back to her like cold water. She is a mercenary, a new recruit of the Crystal Phoenix. He is the youngest recruit ever made by the Crystal Phoenix. She was only twelve years old, but she was already a highly skilled archer, mage, and warrior, and there were only a handful of graduates who could compete with her in any one field, let alone three.

A prodigy that no one can match. At least in terms of talent and skill. She has always been the ideal student to be able to master new technology after one or two uses!

They are traversing the territory of the Reflection Trolls, an evil beast......

He killed people as a child. Isn't she? But then why is she here?

As she lay there, staring into the darkness, new memories at war with old ones, her consciousness desperately trying to break free from her body.

New fears befell her, and despite being a child, she was a famous magical swordsman. But that wasn't her choice. She hopes to return as a swordsman. On top of that, she was also a perfect archer, at least by their standards. Await. Why is she a girl? Isn't that part of his/her wishes? She tries to put the idea aside and focus on what's important. She's not a swordsman, she's a magic swordsman. In fact, if she hadn't, she wouldn't be what she is now. Without strengthening her body with magic, she would have been too young to join the Crystal Phoenix.

This means that this is yet another attempt to correct the mistake.

She had already failed once in this new attempt. Oh my God, why? How many times has she failed? How many times has the world been burned? What did she do wrong again this time? She thought this was supposed to be her last attempt, but apparently she had failed. Could it be that fate has changed the rules for her again? Or did she find a way to be born again after death?

She was only vaguely aware that someone was talking to her. "Kid? You okay? A voice whispered in her ear. "Listen, if that's too much for you, you can go back. We'll take him. In any case, we shouldn't have brought you here at all. ”

Who the hell is he? Wait, she knows that. Rab. Five-finger rab. He is a dwarf, a skilled archer, and he is probably one of the most cunning pickpockets. Rab is a veteran mercenary. A good man who has always had his eye on newcomers like her. But whether she's a child prodigy or not, she's still a rookie.

When she realized why she was here, she could barely suppress her screams of joy. Why she, among all, was called. Because that's probably what triggers so much memory regression. How long will this restart last? Anyway, my fellow soul hunter Erian will be able to arrange his own spell cultivation very fully!

She looked around the camp, which was lit by a faint flame and only a few pieces of wood burning. There are also two rolls of bedding by the fire. One of them was holding a sleeping elven woman, Rab's apprentice. But the last sheet was empty.

Slowly, she looked away, away from the firelight. There was a figure standing in the darkness, far enough away from him.

He was "Fierce Hadwin". For most of her previous life, he was not only her closest friend, but also her fiercest adversary, and one of only two of her companions who never became a demon lord. He is also the comrade-in-arms he remembers the most in the time loop. Almost in his lifetime, his legendary sword. It is said that the toughest armor can be cut through with a flick of the wrist.

"Joan? Can you hear me? ”

It took her a moment to remember that she was Joan. She looked at the dwarf, staring at him. "W-What?"

"You don't look good, kid. I want you back to base. We will guide him from here. ”

"Let's go back......" Her eyes widened as she realized what he meant. Hadwin specifically asked her to come with them. After all, he wanted to see this familiar fresh-faced "prodigy" in action. She wondered if he felt the spiritual bond between them. Or maybe something else? "No," she said, shaking her head. "I ...... I have to come. ”

"If you wake up screaming like that again, you won't. What happened to you? He asked, shaking his head.

She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. If she tells them the truth, they'll think she's crazy. They'll definitely send her back then. She couldn't leave Hardwin, at least not yet. She had to find the seven of them.

"I had a nightmare."

"Oh, did you have a nightmare?" Lindy's voice made her tremble. "Kid, you're now a member of the Crystal Phoenix. More so, you're performing a mission for the most important person you've ever met. ”

"Oh—of course, I'm sorry," Joan said, her cheeks flushing irrepressibly. The elf lay down again, but the dwarf did not leave her side.

"Be quiet, girl. That's Hadwin. If you provoke him, he will most likely strip the flesh off your body from the bones and hang it up to warn others. ”

With that, he turned back to the edge of his bedding and fell on it. After a while, snoring sounded again in the air. Ha.

She can't sleep now, she remembers everything. She wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep again. Her gaze turned to Hardwin again. When she was assigned this task a few days ago (although it honestly feels like centuries have passed), she was scared, and for good reason. Rumors about him are rife and shocking.

Now, based on the memories she has obtained, the whole idea seems ludicrous. In the thousands of lives she had lived, she could remember only a handful of times he had really lost his temper and lashed out. No one can accuse him except the most sacred of them. However, rumors about him always seem to be endless, as if he is a giant monster.

How many times has she tried? Twice? Three times? Is this her tenth attempt at a new body?

She is always most comfortable holding the blade in her hand. There must be a reason why she chose swords and spells. This must have been an early attempt. She glanced down at her body, feeling a blush on her cheeks. But she didn't know why she was a virgin. Part of her was annoyed, but only gentle hints, which gave me strange comfort.

She shook her head, trying not to think about it. Of course, this is already several lives. This was at least her second attempt. But the difference between the first and second is that now, she knows that this is her second attempt. That is, she failed the first time. She doesn't know how she failed, but she can still use it to her advantage. In her heroic life, she doesn't know how many times she has tried to solve problems, and this time she can use these changes to try to figure out how many mistakes she has made, instead of blindly moving forward and hoping for something. The best.

First, she had to get Hardwin to understand her and get him on her side. But how? She knew him better than anyone. Lived with him for thousands of lifetimes. I've seen the best of him and I've seen the worst of him. The two are like brothers. If someone can manipulate -

When she finally understood where she had screwed up, it was like a slap in the face. How many times in her life has she taken on all the burdens herself, refusing to let others know the truth until it is too late? How many times has she tried to sacrifice herself, only to end up with everything going bad? She has always been a hero and believes that everything must be borne by her.

She made the same mistake again. That's why something like this happened, and why she failed again. If she wants to solve a problem, she has to do something she has never done before.

She slowly stood up and walked towards the figure in the darkness.

"Oh ho? Can't sleep, prodigy? Hadwin's voice came out, harsh and gruff. We're about to have a big day, so it's best to get a good night's sleep. ”

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep anyway. Hadwin, I have a lot to talk to you. Anyway, I'm not sure you'll believe me. At least not at first. But if you can hear me out, I'll be forever grateful. ”

The man let out a chuckle. "Are you willing to pay the price?"

"A glass of ale and a pat on the back? yes, I think I'll pay. ”

The laughter then faded, and she could barely see that the other end was turning towards her. "Who told you?"

"You did it. A thousand times, old friend. She felt a small bump form in her stomach. She prayed to the gods that he would trust her. They're still here. Perhaps, this time, they will stay.