Screams of fear and confusion echoed through the air, carried on the wind like mournful chants. Dust rose with each frantic hoofbeat as the herd thrashed in panic.
One among them stood out—a massive bull with a powerful frame, long black horns curving like fate itself, and four sturdy legs that now trembled with helplessness. His dark eyes burned with unwillingness, yet resignation clung to them like a shadow. He was yanked forward by the horns, dragged toward a waiting truck. His cries—deep, guttural, and broken—rang through the field, haunting and melodic in their sorrow.
Around him, the others grew quiet, their despair a silent prayer.
The truck rumbled to life, its cold metal frame swallowing him whole as it drove toward the abattoir. The road was short, but every second stretched like eternity.
Within the steel walls of that final place, he stood trembling. Then, in a moment of eerie stillness, his eyes flickered with a pale blue glow—a glimmer of something ancient, something that remembered.
A final cry tore from his throat, filled with centuries of pain, before his head fell.
He was dead.
For the fortieth time.
…
"Please! Have mercy!" A frail girl cried in agony and fear as a hulking man ripped of her clothes. She was no older than twelve, a child, barely a teenager but the man didn't care.
He licked his fat, pig-like lips as his eyes roamed the girl's body, lust and sadism glowing through his eyes.
"Girl thank the gods that I'm going to give you pleasure like no other." The man said in a booming voice.
"No please! Uncle have mercy!" The girl screamed as tears streamed down her face, wetting her barely developed chest. Her tears made her chest glisten and this seemed to make the man more lustful.
The bulge in his pants expanded, threatening to tear out of their holds.
"Yes! Yes! Cry… cry more! I love it when you cry!" The man, who was the girl's uncle exclaimed in pure ecstasy, obviously taking joy in the girl's suffering.
"No! No…" the girl's voice cracked as tears streamed down her face.
Her uncle seemingly oblivious took of his clothes, his huge stick as hard as rock. It was almost as long as the girl's arm.
"Hehe! Be blessed, girl! Hahaha!" The man exclaimed in joy as he hoisted the girl up from the floor which was now wet with her tears.
Broken furniture lay around, seemingly telling the tale of what had led to this.
"Nnn… NO!"
The girl screamed one last time as the man's stick invaded her virgin hole, drawing a lot of blood. But, this pig of a man was in a world of his own as he plunged his stick deep into the girl.
'Even after 90 reincarnations, I'm still weak and pathetic. Why are you doing this to me? I'm tired of this… please let it stop. Please…'
She thought in her mind as her vision blacked out. She had died… again.
…
BOOM! BANG!
"Ugh!" A boy—no older than fifteen, bald-headed with piercing green eyes—cried out in agony as a punch slammed into his ribs, shattering them like brittle glass.
Before he could even gasp, something hard—cold, almost metallic—crashed against the side of his head. A white-hot pain unlike anything he had ever felt before exploded in his skull. Flesh tore. Bone cracked. Blood sprayed. Brain matter oozed.
He slumped, barely conscious, barely alive.
But not dead.
Not yet.
"You filthy little thief! Thought you could just take and walk away, huh?!" The voice that spat down at him was cruel—rage-laced, yes, but dancing with a disturbing glee.
"I… I didn't…" he rasped, though the words barely escaped his blood-filled throat.
BANG! CRACK!
A savage kick smashed into his shoulder, splintering it. The pain was excruciating, tearing a scream from deep within him—so raw, so primal it shredded his vocal cords. Silence followed, but not peace.
Then came a sharper pain. Deeper. Colder.
He turned his head just in time to see a blur of red arc through the air—his leg, severed at the thigh.
Unbelievable. Inhumane.
Why?
Why was cruelty the constant?
He had been through this before. Too many times.
This was his hundredth reincarnation… and still, pain welcomed him into every new life like an old friend. But this—this was worse than all the others.
His thoughts screamed even if his lips could not.
Why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I just want peace. Just a moment of rest. Please…
Leave me alone!
His mind roared in one final burst of defiance.
And then—schlick.
A clean cut.
His head hit the ground. Eyes wide open. Lips parted.
His hundredth life… ended in blood, sorrow, and silence.
…
[Calculating.....]
[Reincarnation Data: x100]
[Requirements Met!]
[Path of Pain: Completed!]
[Path of Anger: Completed!]
[Path of Wrath: Completed!]
[Path of Death: Completed!]
[Reincarnation: Unlimited]
[Soul Strength: ???error!!!]
You've met the requirements to become the strongest and most powerful being and save your parents in ######.
You will start over.
I apologize for everything, but it was a necessary action.
You will understand everything in due time.
Until then, meet you in the other side.
This was the last thing he saw before he finally died!