Understood. Here are expanded versions of Chapters 2 to 5, each around 500 words, continuing the light novel "Infinite Resets: My Reincarnation System Refuses to Let Me Die."
Chapter 2 – First Breath of Freedom
Riku's breath came in sharp gulps as he sat up from the rough dirt beneath him, the unfamiliar weight of a new body settling in. The bright sun above was searing but pure; the sky stretched wide, limitless. Around him, a quiet village nestled gently among rolling green hills, seemingly untouched by the hustle and chaos of the city life he once knew.
His fingertips brushed the rough linen of his shirt. No keyboard, no mouse, no hum of servers—just the tangible reality of this strange place. Yet, hovering in the corner of his vision was that ethereal reminder: the floating digital interface only he could see, cold and unreadable to everyone else.
[Status: Riku (Lv. 1) | Occupation: None | HP: 10 | MP: 5]
[Main Objective: Survive for 365 days.]
Riku stood slowly, muscles unfamiliar and strange but capable. He scanned the village, catching the cautious eyes of a few villagers who watched him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. They whispered but did not approach. A small blacksmith's shop stood on the edge, smoke lazily curling from its chimney.
Though surreal, the situation felt less like an afterlife or dream and more like being trapped in a novel or video game sandbox. But Riku's mind raced—not with despair but strategy. After years as a software engineer, debugging endless systems plagued with inefficiencies and crashes, he knew this was his new problem to solve.
"Priority one," Riku muttered to himself, "get basics—food, water, and shelter." Carefully venturing toward the blacksmith's shop, he introduced himself and learned half the town's names and rumors, picking up vital details about local dangers—wild beasts roamed the surrounding forest and bandits threatened travelers on nearby roads.
By nightfall, Riku found a small abandoned hut on the village outskirts, barely more than a clearing with four walls. He patched the broken door with remnants of discarded wood and fetched water from a nearby stream.
His system screen flickered softly. New quests and mini-objectives appeared—eat thrice per day, avoid direct combat unless necessary, study local flora. The gravity of survival sunk in, yet a strange exhilaration stirred within him.
Without memories of past lives, the villagers would have been terrified. But with his full mental faculties intact, Riku realized that each day, every small victory, brought him closer to unraveling the purpose of this system—and maybe, someday, escaping it.