The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 694- The Man Not Chosen By the Gods (2)

"This man gave his life for us. I failed him once. I will not fail him again. I shall protect his soul. As long as the moon exists, he shall forever enjoy my protection."

The voice of the Goddess of Moon and Purity was gentle yet firm.

The other two goddesses looked at her, and for the first time, a faint smile appeared on all of their faces.

Thus, upon a battlefield abandoned by history, three goddesses joined their powers together. Life, death, and fate... three divine authorities intertwined to weave a miracle.

The miracle unfolded before Reinhardt’s eyes. The three goddesses stood amidst the ruined battlefield.

Under their power, the knight’s soul, which should have entered the natural cycle of reincarnation, was gently wrapped in layers of divine light.

The Goddess of Healing protected it. The Goddess of Death guided it. The Goddess of Fate concealed it. Then, the soul vanished.

It crossed beyond the world, beyond the stars, and beyond even the boundaries of reality itself.

The memories dissolved, and the scene changed.

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A new world unfolded. In this world, towering structures stretched toward the sky. Roads of black stone crisscrossed endlessly through the cities, with cars moving constantly over them. Countless lights illuminated the night.

People carried phones in their hands.

It was a world vastly different from Valdonia. Yet strangely familiar.

The vision sharpened, and the audible cries of a child could be heard.

In the memory, Reinhardt saw an infant wrapped in a blanket. He had no family, no one to care for him. He had been abandoned, left near the entrance of an orphanage, before he could even understand the world.

From there, the years passed rapidly. Reinhardt witnessed everything, like turning the pages of a picture book.

A small orphanage in a lonely corner. A child sat by himself while other children laughed together nearby. A birthday that nobody remembered. A festival spent alone. Winter nights, when he pulled a thin blanket tighter around himself to keep warm.

The scene shifted again. The child had grown older and was attending school.

In a classroom bustling with children and commotion, he still remained alone. His clothes were dirty and too small.

Clearly, the boy had outgrown them, but due to financial constraints, he could not buy new ones and had to make do with the hand me downs he was already wearing.

The other children mocked him. Some ignored him. Others simply treated him as though he did not exist.

The world moved forward without him. Again and again. He learned not to expect kindness. He learned not to trust promises. He learned that disappointment hurt less when one expected nothing.

This was the world he had grown up in.

The scenes flashed by, and the more Reinhardt witnessed them, the more restless he became.

In a small apartment, after finishing his part-time job and eating enough to sate his hunger, the young man returned home and collapsed onto his bed, exhausted.

In that lonely apartment, there was nobody waiting for him. Nobody asking how his day had gone. Nobody cared whether he lived or died.

Today, for yet another reason, he had been fired from his part-time job. The cause was a misunderstanding.

His intentions were misread, leading to a series of accidents that ultimately caused him to lose his job.

Like when working overnight shift at a supermarket, he spotted a fragile tower of glass pickle jars leaning dangerously. He rushed over to brace them with his hands.

However, his seemingly honest and good actions caused a series of accidents. While holding the jars up, his back foot accidentally knocked over a rogue mop bucket, sending it rolling down the aisle.

The bucket hit a heavy forklift pallet jack, releasing its brake. The pallet jack rolled slowly backward into the automatic glass sliding doors of the storefront, shattering them completely.

The sudden loud crash startled him, causing him to finally drop the entire tower of pickle jars. The vinegar and glass from the jars flooded the floor, right as the shattered automatic doors triggered the store’s advanced security and fire suppression system.

The ceiling sprinklers activated, ruining thousands of dollars’ worth of fresh produce and dry stock.

The result was that the owner fired him, believing he had sabotaged the store out of negligence.

Or when working as a bellhop, he noticed a VIP guest’s expensive clothes hanging out of a luggage cart, about to get caught in the elevator doors.

Acting on instinct, he pulled them to safety. However, the tug on the cloth accidentally yanked the entire luggage cart backward.

The cart hit a decorative pedestal holding a rare antique vase. The vase toppled over the mezzanine railing, landing directly into a massive, tiered champagne tower set up for a VIP celebrity wedding downstairs.

The collapsing champagne tower ruined the bride’s custom designer dress, causing the guests to panic and the celebrity couple to immediately cancel their contract with the hotel, suing for damages.

The management refused to believe he had simply been trying to save a scarf.

Not unfortunate enough? How about this one?

When he was working as a temporary gallery guard, he noticed a spider crawling up the collar of an incredibly wealthy art critic.

Acting on good intentions, he decided to gently flick it away so that the guest would not be startled. However, his finger missed the spider and accidentally poked the critic sharply in the windpipe.

The choking critic gasped, stumbled backward, and landed flat on an ultra-plush massage chair that was part of the modern interactive art exhibit.

However, unable to bear the momentum and the obese critic’s weight, the chair toppled over, sending the man rolling toward a sculpture made entirely of loose antique bowling balls.

This caused the bowling balls to spill across the polished marble floor. One ball rolled directly under the ladder of a technician hanging a priceless, million dollar seventeenth century oil painting.

The ball hit the ladder, causing it to slide away. The technician grabbed the top of the canvas to save himself, ripping the ancient painting completely in half before falling onto a table of free red wine.

The result? The room was now a picture of ruined masterpieces, a bruised art critic buried under the bowling balls, and wine scattered everywhere.

The owner fired him, saying, "You punched a billionaire and threw a bowling ball at a Rembrandt!"

Even if he wanted to, he could not explain this series of ridiculous accidents that piled up on top of each other.

What would he even say when he himself did not understand how things had reached that point?

These misfortunes were countless and had been part of his life since the beginning. They not only interfered with his normal life, but also with any attachment he formed and the people near him.

Yet despite everything, he endured and kept moving forward.

The memories accelerated. The young man grew older. He worked hard, then failed, but got back up again and again. One thing never changed through it all: the misfortune and bad luck accompanying him his entire life.

Until eventually, he lost his life due to an even more ridiculous accident.

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Reinhardt stared at the memory, and his breathing became uneven.

BADUMP... BADUMP... His heart pounded. These memories were not foreign, but rather his own. That’s right, these were his own memories.

Every scene... every feeling, every hardship, and every misfortune. He remembered them all.

This was not someone else’s life. This was his. His previous life on Earth.

Countless thoughts exploded within his mind. Why were his memories of Earth being shown to him? How was this connected to Valdonia and this world?

Moments ago, wasn’t he just witnessing the life of that knight? Why had it suddenly turned to his own? What were the gods trying to show him?

No, more importantly, who exactly was that knight?

Suddenly, a ridiculous realization hit him. He remembered the words the goddesses spoke before they wove the miracle.

"Don’t blame me later. The strain on his soul will be unimaginable. Breaking the law always has a price. He will suffer, and his suffering will be for a very long time. He may feel incomplete and even try to take his own life..."

Could it be that the misfortune he had suffered his entire life was all due to...?

At this moment, the knight, the reincarnation, the divine miracle, the strange familiarity he had felt throughout the vision... every mystery that had fogged his mind cleared up.

The reason why the knight’s face had remained obscured. It all pointed toward a single answer. A single impossible answer.

The knight from the memory was... him.

The moment the thought surfaced, the vision cleared. The face of the knight that had been obscured this entire time slowly revealed itself.

Slowly, gradually, until at last Reinhardt saw it. And his pupils contracted violently.

The face of the knight who lay lifeless in the embrace of the Goddess of Healing and Love was none other than his own.