After being beheaded by that monster, I died seven more times in different ways.
Once in the 1600s, I got burned to death, as it seemed that the person I transmigrated into was a murderer.
Then in the 400s, I got beaten to death by village folks for a morsel of bread during a famine.
In the 1000s, I got ill, and my skin started to crack and I died by turning into dust.
After that, in the 1950s, I died from bleeding as I got shot in the balls in a shootout.
I transmigrated again into a Battleground and got stabbed in the back in the 1900s.
Then in the 2750, where I fell from a scissor lift and my spine broke while constructing a cathedral.
And finally, I got my throat sliced by a soldier in a cave in the 127.
I started to adapt. I was able to impersonate the person I transmigrated into decently and I lived as long as a week in 2750
I also figured that I can't control it no matter what I try, but since this is random, there might be a chance that I might be able to live and die in all thirty-three kingdoms inside the three oceans.
In order to impersonate a person, I had to do a few things, and I made a mental checklist of what to do.
First I had to know who I am, my swirls, my ability, and where I live.
Second is that I have to know what the person is into, their characteristics, their attitude and how they would react
Third, I should get their mind-relevant information about their close circles, their relationships, and how people view them.
As for the rest, I would be able to figure it out as time goes on. I once was able to solve math due to being inside Siku's body, knew about Sis because I had Siku's mind and figured out on how they met, so I will be able to figure it out as I meet someone.
I died so much that I got used to it. Even though I try to be smart and cautious, I somehow end up dying. I just have bad luck.
"Arrrg," I stretched in my bed, climbed out of the dirty bed I was in, and moved to the mirror.
I made a few goals in mind, I wouldn't mind if only one got accomplished. I either have to die and stay dead, which I prefer, or live as long as I can, or, in the worst case scenario, at least have a purpose for this torment.
"My name is Saveliy Andreyevich, a thirty-four-year-old cab driver with a hearth with sixteen swirls in the kingdom of Everdawn."
Everdawn, a nation where the sun never sets and the people who never seen the moon.
"Now what's my ability?" I said as I focused and my body started to feel light.
hmm so I am now agile huh? That's great.
I should have some coffee.
I wore a drape coat which was thrown over the chair and left the house.
Come on, Alyss, you can do it.