The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Wow. I'm tired."

Release the extension (yawn) and rub your shoulders.

This is a moody thing because it's not actually the kind of flesh you feel stiff about your shoulders. Including absences, of.

My flesh is already doomed, and now my mental body. The body you're moving now is nothing more than a temporary one to rest your mood.

The place is also the spiritual world, so everything I see is a phantom created by my spirit.

The sensation of the body, the softness of the seating, the warm green tea - it's all just a pseudo, taken back to this world by my desire.

"Phew ~"

Drink pseudo-green tea, exhale pseudo-sighs, and open pseudo-magazines.

My job is, "The Witch of Borders". A bridge that connects the world. Among other things, he is responsible for the system of 'reincarnation'.

Even higher than the world… it is the task of transferring the "soul that does not conform to the world", which occurs by the mistake of the gods, into a world in which that soul can live rightly.

When I get beat up, I'm wiping my boss's ass.

... it's a hassle.

The name changed, the existence changed, even the role changed.

lifetime. Being just a witch, I closed my life as a personal witness.

In my world, in my time, there was a custom of putting up pillars like that when castles were popular and rain-begging.

It was then that I gave myself to God and was filled with a sense of purpose. Ho, I miss it.

That's how I felt my life was exhausted - in the next moment, I was in a white world.

I couldn't figure out the translation and was confused, and I thought, "You're a lot lonely with the divine world," etc., for a moment. In all that time, I understood my role.

It's a spiritual world. Even if it is not spoken, it is spoken directly to the soul - no, it is understood simply by being "imprinted". From now on, I knew instantly that I had to divide up the reincarnation.

Then again, I'm in this job. Decades, hundreds of years... maybe thousands of years.

There is no infirmity. If you want, you can "pseudo get a similar look to your lifetime" as you do now, and as long as you apply to God (your boss), the majority of things will arrive.

The magazine we're spreading is one of them. "Weekly boundaries". The only "dedicated to this world" information magazine in many worlds.

Of course, all the information comes to mind if I want this too...... I like the feeling of "reading a book" so I go out of my way to turn the page and slowly incorporate every piece of information.

"Well, new sweets in that world...... buy it"

Actually, I wouldn't pay for it because if I applied, it would arrive, but I wouldn't mind because I'm in the mood for this expression.

That world, it makes a terminal statement, but there's no other name for it.

For example, there is a world with a star called "Earth," but that is not the name of the world.

In fact, on the outside of the stars is the universe, and even more so the galaxy is vast.

The world - there are no names or anything that flips all the information about one world.

Even the gods who manage it say, "That world is a little... It sucks. It's going to perish," or so. It's a spiritual world, so it passes in "that world". We don't need individual names because we can share each other's consciousness.

That rule applies to me, too.

I have a birth name but not a name for me now.

There are several border witches in charge of reincarnation, including me, but they are all nameless. When someone speaks of "that child," it goes to everyone with consciousness-sharing.

It's close to "uploading with images," as civilizations say in the developed world. I know the details at a glance, so I don't need a name.

It's like an awesome mess. In my lifetime, I was eager to believe in the gods, and I feel a little sad.

"Everyone seems to be singing a good life."

Later in the magazine "Weekly Boundaries," there is a description of those who reincarnated them.

Naturally, it also shows how the things I was responsible for reincarnating lived.

Some contribute to the development of science.

Something calms the war that lasts hundreds of years, to the king.

Something else travels to space, to an evolutionary journey that connects people's consciousness.

Damn, this guy's always got a big scale.

The reincarnates are given the ability to deviate somewhat as a "grudge" against mistakes.

The degree of deviation depends on the quality of his soul… In most cases, he gets enough ability to describe it as "cheat" or "outsider".

Regardless, it's not just a feat. Some do as much as they can with the power they give. Like rebirth to God of Destruction.

But it has nothing to do with the gods. Because the main purpose of the gods is to "see the world", including evil deeds.

Fluffy and creepy, turn the page and look for the article you want. My interest was in one man.

In a certain world, a man who lived apathetically, looking like a woman (stomach).

It's been quite a while since I've fit into this role, but I've never met as much apathy as he did.

There were many souls who were just apathetic, but that's normal. Those whose souls do not conform to the world mostly have eyes like they have lost their liveliness.

But it was for reasons such as "giving up on inadmissibility", "despair due to unevenness around and with oneself", or "unfulfilled but therefore soul smoking (dullness)".

But he wasn't.

Just apathetic even. Instead of accepting, he was receiving events that transcended common sense of reincarnation.

Like I said it doesn't matter. I've complained that I want to sleep fast.

The appearance even seemed to me to say that I had to.

Still, reincarnation took place. It gives top notch power among the reincarnators to date. Besides, it's an initial ability - depending on growth, it has enough potential to even determine the end of the world ahead of reincarnation.

What does he have now? That's my interest.

Go over a few pages and get to that name.

Jiuyin Silver. The presence that I have created reincarnation.

"Buuuuuu!

Blown. I had to blow.

That was so terrible that I wondered if the flesh of the rash would find it difficult to breathe.

The page I am opening describes the actions of Jiuyin Silver after his reincarnation, plus several photographs.

It's not exactly a photograph, but something that cuts and preserves the landscape of that world, but the principle or purpose is the same as the photograph, so details would be good.

"... Isn't that a system error, this"

He was asleep.

A half decaying bed, somewhere like a carriage carrier, in a fuzzy bed, buried in the grass in some woods.

I was asleep. I was asleep all over. There were only pictures of me sleeping.

The details of the activity are also to the extent that, if we were to mention something strong and significant, we defeated the demons and saved the town.

The scale of what you are doing is too small for the ability you have given. As small as it is, I have done almost nothing.

"... I don't know, me"

I'm not the one who's deciding where the reincarnators are to be reincarnated, it's on the system side of the gods.

I mean, there's no downfall on me. I did my job perfectly as usual. Definitely.

I stopped thinking and gently closed the "weekly boundary". I decide to erase everything from my flesh and the chair I was sitting in and get back to work.

The mistakes of the gods (superiors) are endless, as are the reborns. Therefore, I am busy with boundaries and reincarnation. So I don't know anything about him. I don't know. I don't know.

"Well done, new reincarnator."

Come on, let's just say we get to work.

I'm busy. Unlike someone else who's been sleeping all night.