It was an awful dream where he died in a car crash. Han Maru got out of bed and went to the living room. He put some water in the kettle. As soon as the water started boiling, the cat, which was lying on the bed, walked over. Maru petted its head. When the cat first came to this house, it was wary against him and hid behind the sofa all the time, but now, it had become close to him to the point that it would follow him if he called out to it. His friends called it a dog-cat.

He put a corn silk teabag in a mug and poured some hot water. The fragrance was quite good. He sat on the sofa with the cat by his side. He also turned on the TV. He watched the TV in a daze for a while before chuckling. The dream was quite vivid. Usually, the majority of the dream would vaporize a minute after waking up, leaving behind a faint impression, but this time, he could remember it to the point that he could make it into a book.

"Me, an actor, pfft."

It was absurd. He never wanted to be an actor, nor dreamt of it, but he was an actor in his dream. Not only that, he was a promising actor just about to achieve success.

Maru sipped on his tea for a while before putting down the cup and standing up. He glanced at the cat staring at him before warming up his throat and speaking. What he said was a line from a play from his dream. It was so vivid that he could remember it word for word. He recited the lines like he was giving a speech before chuckling. He never learned any of this, but he could say it without missing a beat. It was quite interesting.

"Reincarnation itself is unbelievable."

A life that repeats dozens of times? It seemed that the time slip film he had seen a few days ago had influenced his subconscious. Everybody wanted to reincarnate, but the reincarnation he saw in his dream was no different from punishment. Repeating a life hundreds,...