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Hi, I'm an ordinary person who lives a very ordinary life. I also didn't expect anything as long as it could get through one day without any problems. In fact, somehow I was sent to a place I did not know after I fell unconscious to help a child who almost got hit. Even stranger, this isn't a face I know. Do I possess the body of others, explore other dimensions, or am I reincarnated like the novel stories I have read in my past life.

I have no memory of who I am now, I still remember my previous life. I asked the little girl who was always by my side, she told me everything I asked. Apparently I'm the only daughter in this house, my name is Catherine Davonte, I used to be called Catty. My father who incidentally pretty people are also very, very indulgent me, whatever I want is always obeyed. I who have never felt the meaning of family because in my previous life I was orphaned, then I feel this is a blessing. I bought whatever I wanted to buy, ate all the sweet things I had never enjoyed, shared with the waiters around me, and I enjoyed my life very well.

The reason is, I closed the age right when I was fourteen. I'm overweight and have blood sugar, a strange reason to leave this dream-like world. Not yet had time to regret and mourn the fate in the grave, I opened my eyes and returned to being a twelve-year-old little girl. What the hell, what is this game in the game. If so, how many times do I have to repeat my life.

In my second life as Catty, I avoided sweet, high-calorie foods. However, I still died at a young age and this time due to malnutrition he said.

In the third life, I was able to survive until the age of seventeen. Just one day after my birthday, I was kidnapped by a crazy psychopath and killed my body was dismembered. After that I came back to life again and again. God, I don't know what's going on, why it keeps repeating. Even to think that I would have a day like this even now I was too lazy.

My repeated life and the various deaths I had, even in this fourth life, I was accused of treason and shot dead. Continuing with the fifth life, I froze to death from falling in the fragile snow.

Shit, can't I avoid my death flag. Tired of doing anything, I just locked myself in a room in my hundredth life. All kinds of deaths I've experienced. Killed, shot dead, sick, fallen, slipped, I can't even count it. Rather than fight and still die at the appointed time, I would rather confine myself to the greenhouse. Eating everything I could eat, exercising in between, reading a book in a mini-library in a greenhouse. Take a walk in the little garden I created inside the greenhouse, and shop by calling the merchant directly. I only hope that this time I will live longer, if necessary until I release my single status from birth. A hundred lives as Catty, always ending short without ever having had any romance.

I am quite happy in life this time I can get past the age of twenty. My father also often invites to enjoy the outside world, cruise or just travel together. For this time I cannot refuse, said the father, this includes my twentieth birthday present. We spent time together, dad took me to the theater to watch the show. We also stopped by a street festival that coincided with opening today.

While wandering around, I heard a small commotion. Encouraged by high curiosity, I invited my father to come over and see what was happening. A frail-looking young man was sitting on the floor, in front of the young man was a middle-aged man with a swollen belly who was furiously angry. The man's hand pointed at the young man who was bowed and mute without resisting.

Surprisingly, I who was usually a fool and did not want to interfere, finally came forward and asked what exactly happened. What mistakes had been made by the young man and why this man in front of him looked so riled up. Father who saw that I was interested in something also intervened, using our surname, the young man was forgiven so easily.

As a form of gratitude, the young man offered to work for us in return. He just has the energy, that's what he admits. Father put Gelendra as a gardener, Gelendra refused the salary that father prepared for him. However, it is not Davonte's name to hire someone without being paid.

As time went on, I also dared to play for a while in the park. My father was smiling all day long, when he found out that I had spent some time enjoying the beautiful garden in our yard.

With all consideration, my father organized a small party, a kind of thanksgiving was the story. Our simple house was conjured and decorated in such a way. I invited Gelendra to accompany me during the party, I did not know any of the guests my father had invited. Understand, I was too long locked away and away from social life.

Accompanied by my father and Gelendra, I also faithfully put on a sweet and friendly smile. Either misfortune from where, could this be my end, all repeated again and I was always the one who died for ridiculous reasons for the umpteenth time. A servant man who I thought was very nice turned out to be the craziest. He mixed my drink with a poison strong enough to kill in one breath. Crazy, I'm back to death. For this time I plead with all to never repeat from the beginning, let me be at peace in this ridiculous death. I was too bored and sick of repeating myself over and over again, and always ended up with one path, death.

If I come back to life, I swear I'll shoot myself in the head that second, too. That was the one thing that was implied in my brain before I actually left this world. Let's see if the gods still want to play with my life again or if I have to control everything.