By Zephyria 
Incomprehensible things continued to happen after that. Noah Hamilton was clearly breaking down, but he was thoroughly neglecting that fact, even though he knew it. It was not just simple neglect, but definite neglect.
At that time, Noah Hamilton was an important soul in himself, but to put it accurately… he was just a seed that he would definitely love at some point in the future, and therefore was very important, but not yet his definitely bloomed companion.
His human clumsiness and imperfection were sometimes lovely, but most of the time they felt like an incomprehensible nuisance to him. He thought he was doing more than enough for Noah. Frankly speaking, he had lived as a sole being and absolute being encompassing all dimensions for so long that he was arrogant, thinking how much resistance could a human soul, who had barely completed even one life, put up even if he resisted. The imperfection or deficiency of the soul would be reconstructed on its own when Noah’s life ended, so all he had to do was keep the body alive.
But was the seed planted as God’s companion different from the start? Noah Hamilton was good at scraping together the traces of the disappearing Primordial God and trying to escape God’s model garden. God could not forgive him. Therefore, he caught Noah Hamilton in the shackles of the Sacred bet. Noah Hamilton, who was broken and broken again, but could not abandon his guilt and affection for the people around him, easily stood on God’s betting board.
Until then, Noah Hamilton was more like a chess piece on the board than an opponent in the bet to him. He was confident. Noah Hamilton would lose and come in before he even completed the given twelve reincarnations, let alone pass half of them.
First reincarnation. Noah was born as the illegitimate child of a powerful ruler. Noah was not allowed to have any love from his family. From the moment he was conceived, he was a source of discord in the harmonious family and nothing more than an ethical flaw of the ruler. He was never loved by another human being, from the beginning to the end of his short life. In terms of appearance, he received some financial support, so he was not pitied by humans who did not know the circumstances. Those close to him hated him, and those far away envied him. Noah gave up on life himself before he became an adult.
In the second reincarnation, he was given the opposite environment from the first life. The life of two war slaves from a fallen kingdom, born out of love, but destined to roll around as slaves as well, was his second reincarnation and third life. Noah’s parents were alive until he was about three or four years old. It was a terribly miserable environment, but they still struggled to raise their child and maintain the form of a family.
Perhaps that was why Noah grew up to be a child who could smile brightly, which was not suitable for his environment and status. He seemed quite happier than in his first reincarnation. Then one day, his father was whipped to death by the whim of his superior, and his mother died of an epidemic, and he was plunged into a hell even worse than his first reincarnation. When no one loved him, having a memory of being loved even once was a more bitter pain than never having been loved at all. In that life, Noah eventually failed to last a few more years and ended his life.
Two out of twelve opportunities were wasted so futilely. The two lives combined did not even reach 40 years.
He intended to plant in Noah a heart that hated humans and resented the world to easily corrupt his soul, but he was repeatedly broken before he could even properly harbor hatred, so it was around that time that he thought this would not work. He changed his plan and decided to actively intervene in Noah’s life.
So from Noah’s third reincarnation, he descended as an Avatar and was closest to Noah’s life. The world that Noah was reincarnated into was mostly a primitive dimension where divine power or magic still existed. It was easier to corrupt the soul intuitively in such a place. If not murder, he could satisfy the conditions of the bet sufficiently through demon worship or summoning.
But strangely, from the third reincarnation, Noah’s survival rate increased dramatically. Objectively speaking, there was no improvement in the surrounding environment. The only difference was that his Avatar existed by Noah’s side.
God’s Avatar did not yearn for Noah affectionately or cherish him gently. He simply took a suitable position and wandered around, only preventing the most decisive cause of death, or occasionally listening to Noah’s stories when he came to confide in him.
But even such a small comfort was a hill to lean on, and the pure white soul, who did not remember his past lives each time, persevered well. There were many times when he died as an old man. It was amazing how he could endure it.
God fell into contemplation. Should he not approach any further? If he didn’t approach, he would die too early, and if he approached and watched over him, he would not hate the world and would persevere… Finding the right balance in between was more difficult than he thought. To the absolute being who knew everything and could do everything, Noah was the only incomprehensible area.
At some point, he kept thinking that this was not good, he had to leave sooner…, he had to make this soul the most lonely and painful…
But once he met him, he somehow kept circling around him, and he had no intention of turning back.
Time passed by in that way. Before he knew it, it was the eleventh reincarnation.
The world where he was reincarnated for the eleventh time was a world where the traces of God and the mysteries of magic and Spirits had long been forgotten, and it was a world that had been polluted to the point of being contaminated. Even in such a quagmire, born in a lonely and remote place, his chattering voice was still cheerful. He was born without parents and had nothing but his own body, and he must have lived a hard life, but even so, Noah in this life was very energetic and cheerful.
He hid, disguised as a businessman running a business of a moderate size, and watched over the young soul. In a civilized world, Noah’s life and death were somewhat guaranteed, unlike in the middle of a battlefield or in a savage jungle, even if he did not intervene deeply. He did not appear in front of Noah from the beginning of his life, but instead, he would anonymously sponsor Noah, pretending to be a kind social activist, only when Noah was unbearable in his misery.
Noah may not know it, but his ability to join the game company was also the result of his influence to some extent. It was not intended from the beginning, but it was also very convenient because he could use the content of the game to make Noah recognize the original world he had to return to. If Noah had not joined the game company, he would have made it so that it would be conveyed somehow, even if it was in the form of a popular novel, webtoon, or other media content.
He revealed himself after Noah became somewhat familiar with the company. In fact, there was no need for him to appear in front of him as an Avatar around that time. But he decided to appear anyway. That was his intention.
There was no trace of the beautiful appearance that Noah Hamilton had in his very first life in his cheerful voice and expression. His dark hair and eyes did not contain the loneliness of the night sky. The man with an ordinary impression was a common sight that could be seen anywhere.
“CEO! What is it today?”
Even so. The twelfth Noah would burst into laughter like a flower in full bloom with just a cup of coffee that he secretly handed over, avoiding the eyes of other employees, or a playful joke that he would make whenever he visited the office. His ordinary-looking brown eyes shone with a warm and bright light under the long rays of sunlight that stretched out beyond the blinds of the office. He invariably found his share of rest in those eyes. It was difficult to take his eyes off him.
Noah seemed to be trying not to show it, but he was easily drawn to him, who held the title of CEO of a client company. It was enough to be seen as romantic feelings from a human perspective. All he had done was say a few words and buy him a few cups of coffee. It was a weed-like affection. He had to trample it down, but he didn’t want to.
It was really the end now. If this life was wrong, then it was the last life. The stage for the twelfth reincarnation and thirteenth life was set from the beginning. He didn’t want to go that far if he could help it. Then Noah had to despair in this life, he had to make him fall into despair.
“CEO, what are you doing this weekend? No, it’s not that I’m particularly curious.”
He couldn’t do it at all. He was worried every time he saw Noah, who was pretending not to be and asking him coyly, even though he might lose Noah forever if he settled down here.
So he decided to stop that life here. It felt like he was eating his own flesh. When he stopped secretly breathing life into the body that was covered in hardship and fatigue, Noah’s body, which had been ruined by overwork, easily stopped working before long. When Noah’s body, which had been diligently working overtime as always, slowly collapsed and his slow heartbeat completely stopped. For some reason, it felt as if God’s heart, which could no longer exist physically, had stopped beating as well.
He readily admitted it in front of the corpse of the twelfth Noah, who was dead in front of him.
Noah was no longer someone who would become important at some point in the future. He was valuable enough to him in himself, as a human being.
Lovely.
That resonance that pulsates because it is finite.
That appearance of fearlessly jumping in, even though it is finite.
That fragility that is easily broken and disappears without his intervention.
And finally, the finale came. He decided to bet everything he had.