To You, Myself
The Most Greedy Youth

A teenage boy, about 20 years old, hunts his breath along with a wide wound to the head temple. Blood flowed down, with a gloomy face and dim eyes as if life had escaped from the body of this man fell down and slowly slid to the side, encountering a train speeding, and, he was lying on a train track. As a result he was crushed by a train making his body cut in two parts.

A body torn apart by fresh blood provoked some dogs. Like a broken stick, he opened his eyes to the stray dogs maintaining self-awareness and pulled away to pull over after hearing the sound of the next train. Capitalizing on both hands pulling forward forces the upper body to move and drag until it successfully edges.

This man looked back at the hip until the toe was crushed by the wheel of the second train, with a weak voice he glistened, "even the condition of the sisters sucked better." After making a complaint, he looked around saying, "even in hell, I would be willing to jump to the end of hell even to chase you."

He still has rights over the body, even though most organs have stopped functioning including the heart. This man tried to breathe, but he could only move the body, only moving. Not long before the two eyes rolled sideways to find a stray dog was trying to chew on his arms and gripped this young man as a form of self-defense, even though an undead.

Days passed, he began to lose consciousness after noticing maggots beginning to gnaw and crows coming. In the final moment where the soul could not attach to the bones, the vague shadow of the girl he had been looking for for years appeared making this young man curl his lips and try to move.

"Death I have need for you, only for you.." This man bit his dry lips, he looked at the right side and looked inward, "ah, even if I had impregnated and had seven children with you. My greedy desire for you is not over. From that ..."

In a dim vision, the father's smile made farewell to the little ones. The one who ran around crying found he was already split in two and lying without any lives mobbed by stray dogs, who did not dare to eat the curse-filled corpse of human passion, the greed of a young man.

"And I'm looking for you again. After all the children are independent they can certainly survive without me, I have no regrets other than to see your soul disappear from my hand," he continued, while trying to open my eyes trying to find a new place.

The sound of bated crying entered the eardrum, a man holding a baby with a bright face and a small relief depending on his happy expression. With a little awareness of the baby looking to the left, there is a woman hunting for breath, tired and looking very weak. The soul of a father who was in this body, cried out full of annoyance, but to those who saw from the outside was only the cry of a baby.

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Eleven years later, Dijara grew up to be a little strange child who was very difficult to socialize and fixated on sheets of paper. Often mutely confine himself, although occasionally asked to breathe air, he actually out sighs and then enters again.

With a clear face, Dijara stared exasperatedly at a man after he kicked a rock and said, "Well, what's it like to come out on a sunny day like this?"

"No! They are like 10-year-olds," said Dijara tugging at the tip of the father's clothes, with the child's lazy face pretending to be scared even though it was clear that he was pretending. The father furrowed his son's smiling brows saying, "Don't look at me with an expression as if saying, 'you're also a child' like that."

"Hahh.." I sighed, "if so show what you've achieved from reading and writing all night. It's not good, you know. Your age is still playing around, you don't have to learn." Dad looked confused as he said that sentence, very very very.

It's a crowded city. Merchants sometimes barred in the city, before traveling around each country selling and buying merchandise from all over the city. Dijara was upset to welcome the fact that her memory was blurred because she was reincarnated and only remembered one thing, which was the reason why she was determined to be able to refuse death.

This world is completely opposite to each other with the earth, which first made Dijara aware because the planet has three natural satellites circling and can shine at night due to the reflection of sunlight, because the planet has three natural satellites, at least that's what Dijara thought. However, books circulating in the community say that the three months shine because magic power meets the whole.

"God and god, do you know or understand that phrase?" Tanya Dijara, with a sinister facial expression wanted the interlocutor to seriously respond to her sentence.

Ignorance, the answer came out through a tool said this man who holds the hand of Dijara. Magic is both a matter and a reason for ruling the world. When the earth considers the inexplicable, it is called because of a god. The world as a whole considers things that cannot be explained, there is a connection or a reason.

One can be studied in Dijara, only anthropology does not rely too much on magic and if said humans do not worship creatures. Some are exceptions, such as beings who are glorified even as worshiped but there is no religion in this world, may be more appropriately called feared and respected only.

"Ah, not Riia. When looking from the point of view of magic does not exist, Adi's explanation is really strong, even if in retrospect it is like a fact.." mumbling mother listened to the words of Dijara, Dijara, with a little serious heed to the story of their son without his theft.

"That's not what I'm trouble with. When you go to school, but have such thoughts.." Dad bit his lips, paused a predictable sentence Dijara. This man over 30 years old clenched his hands, he mute a thousand words before taking a breath like trying to calm down and continued, "you won't have any friends, you know. That's really what I'm afraid of."

That expression was a father's face, Dijara understood. After all, he had more than five children. With a rather weak sigh Dijara continued writing, adding the mother's answer as an opinion and it is certain that they accept Dijara's argument as a new thought. It even digests deeper.

Magic exists to explain what humans do not understand, before they can understand. However, for Dijara this matter is quite a big problem in the future, because he does not have the capacity of magic energy. Magic expressions like not too foreign to him, maybe he had something magical like that before he died, thought Dijara. Remembering again the life he had before being reborn, it was not strange.