Reincarnation. What a sweet word it is.
Since despite my best efforts, my life was incredibly difficult. How could I not wish for reincarnation? but I didn't not wish for it.
Given that my current life was already like this, how much better of a draw did I think I would get in my next life? If it were to be a life adorned with all sorts of fancy settings from novels, I would have welcomed it with open arms, but if not, I was too busy living my current life.
But as luck would have it, I died and was reincarnated. It was in a fantasy world. Life is truly unpredictable.
But what choice did I even have? Whether it was God playing a trick on me or the grace of my parents, who cherished their unworthy child until the end. I had no choice but to live diligently once again with the life I had been given, no matter what it turned out to be.
But, putting everything else aside, for fuck's sake.
The fact that the village i was born in was completely destroyed by the Demon King's army's invasion just 8 years after I was born was truly a fucking line-crossing act.