So they thought.

  Eventually, the party members parted ways, each carrying the weight of their loss differently, still trying to find ways to revived Lara. Bruni returned to the mountains, forging weapons in her grief. Zephyra wandered the forests, seeking solace among the trees. Faye flitted from one place to another, desperately trying to chase away the shadows of despair. Kaida traveled to distant lands, seeking the thrill of battle to drown out her sorrow. Morven returned to his hermitage, filled with knowledge yet empty of purpose. Thailon and Caelum, too, went their separate paths, burdened by the loss of their leader.

  Yet, amidst the sorrow, one truth remained—they would never forget Lara. She had taught them what it meant to be a true hero, to stand united against darkness, and to cherish the bonds of friendship.

  Though she was gone, her spirit lived on within each of them, a flicker of light in the darkest of times.

  And perhaps, just perhaps, they would find a way to honor her memory—if not by bringing her back, then by living fully for the both of them. After all, Lara had faced her fate with bravery, and they owed it to her to do the same.

  And once she said "Even with mountains ahead and enemies all around, I guess I'm still the luckiest... because I have all of you. Be nice and achieve all the dreams you wanted. People only live once thought it might be different in times of how long we will leave let's embrace the world and be happy"

  Someone Point of View

  "Then why am I alive?" I muttered, slowly opening my eyes to an unfamiliar place. The unbearable pain I had felt just moments before was gone. I couldn't feel it anymore, but instead, I felt strangely refreshed—too refreshed.

  "The System welcomes you to your second life."

  "Second life?" I whispered to myself, confusion creeping in. But then it clicked. Yes, this is my second life. I died before and reincarnated. That demon lord—I remember defeating him, but this doesn't feel like victory.

  Suddenly, a wave of recognition hit me, and I leapt from the bed, rushing toward the mirror nearby. The reflection that greeted me was familiar—far too familiar—but this isn't who I am now.

  I stared in disbelief. "This isn't me..."

  "But—this is me. My old self." The image in the mirror showed a younger version of me, back when I was in college. Long brown hair, black eyes... This was who I was in my first life. How could I forget?

  But why now? I stepped back, unable to take my eyes off the reflection. Am I back in my first life?

  No. I shook my head and looked around the room. Everything here was foreign. This wasn't the Philippines, not even close. The world outside the window was peaceful, but the plants, the landscape—it was nothing I'd ever seen before. No. I'm still in Landeon.

  "You have completed the mission. The reward has been put into effect."

  The silent message appeared in front of me, the system's usual voice absent this time, replaced by the cold, emotionless text.

  "You can now live your life as you desired."

  The message flickered off, leaving me standing there, stunned. What just happened? I remember fighting, defeating the demon lord, but... why am I still in this world? And in a different body? I clenched my fists. This didn't feel right.

  "Status check," I said, my voice firm.

  The familiar status screen appeared before me. My stats were still the same—all maxed out as they were before. But then I noticed something odd. My luck—40? I remember it being 10 last time. Is this part of the reward?

  Wait. Something else caught my attention. My name.

  Name: Lara (Amelia Landfield ), Age: 20.

  "Amelia?" I muttered, frowning at the parentheses around the name. Why Amelia? And why am I back to being 20 years old?

  I gripped the edge of the bed, the realization sinking in. "This is my third life..."

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  My gaze lingered on the name 'Amelia' as a sense of dread washed over me. My luck had increased to 40, which meant I might finally have the peaceful life I longed for, but...

  "Oh, dear Amelia, you're awake! Come downstairs, breakfast is ready," a warm voice called out from beyond the door.

  I stiffened. The woman sounded so familiar, yet so distant, like an echo of someone I once knew. It felt strange, hearing her call me Amelia. Still, the warmth in her tone tugged at something inside me.

  This is crazy!.

  I sat back on the bed, letting out a slow breath. So, this is my life now. I am Amelia, a 20-year-old adventurer.

  "This really is my third life..." I whispered to myself. Amelia's parents, Bernin and Famelia, had raised me here. They said I had a brother, an adventurer working in Grenancine City, and that I, too, was an adventurer, just like him.

  It was strange, calling them 'mom' and 'dad,' but at the same time, it felt... nice. Warm. Familiar, in an odd way.

  Like I am really Amelia.

  "Status check." I focused again on my system.

  Skill: Amelia (Archer) | Lara (Undetected)

  The screen displayed my skills. Lara, the name I had in my second life, was still there, tucked away under the ability "Undetected." All my stats from before remained, maxed out, with infinite points available.

  I sighed, looking at the calendar on the wall. Two centuries had passed since I died—200 years since I last walked this world. I died in the year 11016, and now it was 11216. So much had changed. and even though I had been reborn into the same world, everything felt... different.

  What about the people I once knew? My friends? The children in the orphanage—what became of them? Are they all gone? The system that once spoke to me frequently was now silent, giving me only cold, clinical updates. There were no voices guiding me anymore, no messages popping up at every moment.

  "Can I really live my life now?" I asked, my voice softer this time, as if speaking to the system, though I knew it wouldn't respond. A soft flicker of blue light from the system appeared briefly, then faded.

  I was alone.

  The Next Day

  "Get safe out there, please come back alive... and tell your brother we're doing fine." Famelia's voice trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks. She clung to me, her grip tight and desperate, as if letting go meant losing me forever. My heart clenched at the sight of her, so vulnerable, a woman who had loved and cared for me as if I had been her child all my life.

  But I wasn't. Not really.

  She wasn't my mother, and yet here she was, crying for me like a mother would.

  "Mother..." I whispered, trying to comfort her, though the words felt empty. Her sobs only grew louder, and I realized no amount of comforting would soothe the fear she had for my safety.

  Bernin, my father in this life, approached me then, his strong hands holding out a worn leather wallet. He pressed it into my hand, his touch gentle but firm. "I know it might not be much," he said, his voice steady despite the worry in his eyes. "But it will help you on your journey."

  I hesitated, looking down at the wallet, then back at him. When I opened it, I saw ten gold coins nestled inside. It wasn't a fortune, but to them, it was everything. They had given me their best, their sacrifice in these few coins, and it weighed heavier on my heart than anything else.

  "I can't take this," I said, shaking my head, trying to return the wallet. But Bernin closed my hands around it, his rough fingers warm against mine.

  "Yes, you can, my dear child," he insisted, smiling through the pain. His eyes, though gentle, were filled with the unspoken hope that I would return to them safely. His smile, though strained, was filled with pride.

  I glanced at Famelia again, her tear-streaked face etched with grief as she wiped her eyes with her apron. "We'll be waiting for you. Don't... don't forget us," she whispered, her voice breaking as fresh tears spilled over.

  They were strangers to me, but to them, I was their daughter. They loved me as if I had been born to them. And for a moment, I wished I could remember more—more about this life, more about what it meant to be Amelia, their daughter, the one they raised with care. But the memories were distant, overshadowed by the ones from my past.

  Bernin was a man with slightly reddish hair and a neatly kept mustache, his broad shoulders and strong jaw giving him a rugged appearance. He smiled at me, though it didn't reach his eyes. His pain was hidden behind his composure, but I could see it in the way his hand lingered on mine, not wanting to let go.

  Famelia, with her black hair and soft features, looked so much like someone I once knew. It was blurry at first, but as I really looked at her, I saw the resemblance—my mother from my first life. The same gentle smile, the same warmth. My breath hitched in my throat. It was as if Maria, my mother from a life long gone, stood before me again.

  The ache in my chest deepened.

  I didn't belong here. This wasn't my life. But for them... I was everything.

  "I'll be fine," I lied, forcing a smile as I hugged Famelia one last time. Her sobs shook my body, but I held her tightly, memorizing the way her arms wrapped around me as if I was her own flesh and blood.

  The carriage arrived, and the clattering of the horses' hooves echoed in the quiet morning. Bernin placed my belongings on the carriage, giving me one last look, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and sorrow.

  I turned back to them, standing side by side, their faces etched with worry, love, and fear. Famelia was still crying, clutching her apron as if it was the only thing keeping her together. Bernin rested a hand on her shoulder, offering her comfort, though his eyes glistened with unshed tears.

  I climbed into the carriage, my heart heavy with the weight of their love, a love I felt I didn't deserve. As the carriage began to move, I looked back at them through the window. Famelia's hand was raised in a shaky wave, her lips trembling, and Bernin stood tall beside her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her up as her strength faltered.

  They grew smaller in the distance, until they were just a blur on the horizon.