Inside the large room where about thirty people were gathered, the old man's shrill voice echoed.
There was a bed at the back of the room. On the bed was an old man lying on it.
The old man's face was wan and lifeless. It was a dead man's face.
Everyone present was crying as they watched the old man. They tried to take in his last image.
The old man was a man who wielded a thousand spells, was knowledgeable about everything in this world, was respected by the people of the world, and was known as the Great Sage, a man who deserved to be called a great man.
Even so, life is no match for him.
He had just realized that he was dying and had gathered all his disciples and left his last will and testament.
After the Great Sage finished saying his last will and testament, he felt his consciousness slowly fading away.
And the pain that had been tormenting him all those years ago had eased.
I began to think that this was about time.
He was completely undisturbed by the prospect of his death.
His vast experience in life had made him seldom upset, but there was another reason.
When he died, he could reincarnate and live another life.
When he died, he cast a spell on himself that allowed him to reincarnate without leaving his memories behind.
This magic was developed by the Great Sage himself by drawing on his knowledge and skills. No one else knew about it but him.
He was so eager to teach people useful magic that he didn't tell others about reincarnation magic because he knew it would greatly disrupt the order of the world.
As the magic of reincarnation spread, many people would be reincarnated while retaining their memories .
Wouldn't it be wrong for the Great Sage to reincarnate himself? I was troubled by this.
However, considering the fact that he had spent so much of his life working for the world and for others, shouldn't he be selfish at least in the end? He thought.
Above all, he never thought his life was as good as people thought it was.
People admired him. Appreciated. Relied on.
But as he became more and more famous, his free time dwindled. My days are hard.
It's hard to say no to people who ask you for help.
Especially when it's a problem that can't be solved by anyone but you.
I'm not saying that I've had a bad life, but I also wish I'd lived a quieter one.
So I planned to live a quiet life when I reincarnated.
(The time of my next life will be far in the future than now. By then, I won't be needed anymore. I've taken an apprentice and given him all kinds of knowledge.)
So he looked around at the end of his students.
They had tears in their eyes.
I'm going to miss my students. But that's what comes to all men. Only I can't avoid it.
The Great Sage finally smiled as he looked at his disciples with tears in his eyes .
Then his consciousness slowly faded and the faces of the disciples in front of him became dim.
Then, his heart, which had been beating daily for eighty-eight years, came to a halt.