What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

"Monitor No. 391, Lin Wuhua, please proceed to Consultation Room No. 12 as soon as possible for this month's Out of Control Scale review."

"Monitor number 391, Lin Wuhua..."

In the bright and clean ward, the lights on the cold, hard ceiling suddenly turned on, making Lin Wuhua squint.

He covered his eyes and waited for his retina to focus.

The gray and white striped hospital gown hung loosely on his body, making him look even thinner.

With black hair and black eyes, and a pale, almost transparent complexion, he had long, slender hands folded over his abdomen, with distinct knuckles. He looked refined and scholarly, like a young man who should be sitting in a university library flipping through old books.

But he was an imprisoned person.

"Cough cough..."

A faint buzzing sound came from my chest.

He braced his elbows against the bed frame, his knuckles turning white, coughed a few times, and struggled to sit up.

But he didn't get out of bed.

About half a minute later, the nurse came over.

The footsteps were rhythmic and even, neither hurried nor slow, clearly indicating that the person had been trained.

"Mr. Lin, the doctor wants to see you. Are you feeling any better?"

Lin Wuhua nodded expressionlessly and obediently sat in the wheelchair with the help of the nurse.

The nurse's arms were strong, showing signs of good training.

She pushed Lin Wuhua along, chatting as she did so.

Lin Wuhua responded in a pretentious manner, occasionally laughing, which made the nurses laugh as well.

But he wasn't laughing inside.

Lin Wuhua is quite perceptive.

To be honest, this hospital, from top to bottom, from doctors to nurses, is staffed by highly trained personnel—in a negative sense.

No one is a bad person, but their dedication to their duty is something that sends chills down your spine.

Therefore, he knew that the nurse's smile and concern were to keep him and other patients' emotions stable; and that her questions were to probe his psychological state.

Lin Wuhua even guessed that when they got back, the nurses would need to recount every detail of the incident and review it against the previous one.

Similarly, nurses themselves must also undergo vetting—even more rigorously.

Otherwise, there is no guarantee that the nurses will not be controlled or possessed.

Those who reincarnate have far too many methods.

Lin Wuhua took a sniff and smelled the disinfectant on the nurse.

This is the smell of the biohazard cleaning process.

He turned his head and looked at the open, closed door of Consultation Room 12.

Double-layered enclosed doors, one-way glass, and a restrained chair.

Lin Wuhua twitched the corner of his mouth.

Useless things—for true superhumans.

It's just a way to give the doctor some psychological comfort.

Even though Lin Wuhua was pale and looked like he was on the verge of death, the nurse still handcuffed him.

The doctor sat down opposite him, pretending to be calm.

Good afternoon, Wuhua, how are you?

"Good afternoon, doctor. I'm doing well."

Lin Wuhua gave a casual reply.

There's nothing we can do. Although he probably won't be executed, and he can't get out anyway, the opinions of the doctors and bystanders behind the glass will affect his treatment.

Lin Wuhua didn't want to wear handcuffs, leg irons, or neck rings anymore, nor did he want to wear restraint suits.

He has heart and lung problems, and wearing these things makes it hard for him to breathe.

The doctor's expression was warm and gentle, almost perfectly timed.

Lin Wuhua didn't care.

It is my duty.

That's just how the world is.

He came into this world sixteen years ago as an abandoned baby who retained all his memories, and entered the orphanage of this world.

This world is called the Blue Planet, and the federation it belongs to is called the Crimson Federation.

But there is no system.

He lived a solitary and quiet life in the orphanage for fourteen years.

Then the reincarnators arrived.

According to the news, for some unknown reason, this world is overlapping with multiple other worlds.

The spatial barriers are gradually dissolving, and the rules, energy, and matter of different worlds are beginning to permeate each other.

But what comes from other worlds are not only spiritual energy, rules, and cultivation methods, but also monsters and extraordinary beings.

One of the most important categories is the Reincarnator.

They are extremely important figures from another world, who descend directly to this world, retaining some or all of their memories and abilities.

Those at the very peak enter this world at almost their full combat power.

But these things have nothing to do with Lin Wuhua.

He arrived exceptionally early. In the original world, Earth had no supernatural powers, and he was not considered a superhuman.

As for why he's here, it's quite simple—

He was framed.

......

Looking back, it all seems absurd.

In response to the escalating number of supernatural events, the nation established a supernatural training institution, whose graduates are directly admitted to the Federal Supernatural Administration, with promising futures.

Lin Wuhua applied and passed the exam by utilizing his talent of merging two lifetimes.

The orphanage director, for the first time ever, gave him an extra chicken leg.

But someone called, offering him money to give up his spot.

Lin Wuhua refused at the time, and then half a month later, he was beaten seriously and left next to the supernatural outbreak incident. In the investigation report, his name was marked as "suspected reincarnator".

Then he came in.

After a pause, Lin Wuhua felt his lungs start to hurt again.

That man's hands were really heavy.

In fact, Lin Wuhua has refuted this many times.

But nobody listened to him.

In fact, there are precedents for this.

Some reincarnated beings are in a state of confusion when they are reincarnated.

When extraordinary events occur in the original world of the reincarnator, he will unconsciously be summoned there and then awaken.

Similarly, those who reincarnate feign changing their nature, and regret too many things every day.

So what else can Lin Wuhua do?

It's nothing more than passively accepting one's fate and lying down to wait for death.

Fortunately, the hospital treated them well, providing them with private rooms, books to read, balanced meals, regular check-ups, and even psychological counseling—although it was actually a screening process.

As long as he cooperates and doesn't cause trouble, he can receive relatively decent treatment—after all, he's about to die.

Just like every single time.

The doctor asked many questions and performed simple tests, but found nothing.

But the doctor didn't leave; instead, he simply nodded to Lin Wuhua.

"Wuhua, we have not found any trace of you as a reincarnator."

As he spoke, the doctor tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

"Extraordinary energy is extremely inactive, and brainwaves do not possess extraordinary specificity."

Lin Wuhua rolled her eyes.

Nonsense, this sign of reincarnation is simply the detection of the activity level of extraordinary energy and big data analysis of brainwaves.

The former is the gold standard, and the latter is used as a reference.

However, Lin Wuhua was not an extraordinary person in his previous life; many mental patients also have abnormal brainwaves.

The doctor didn't care.

The purpose of this facility is to prevent any unforeseen events, since an uncontrolled outburst from a superhuman could result in the deaths of at least a hundred people.

He continued.

"But we..." the doctor paused, considering his words, "some experts feel that your brainwaves are too regular."

"It seems like it's been suppressed and regulated, so we had an idea."

The doctor placed a headband on the table.

Made of silver-gray metal with smooth lines, and a fine ring of sensors embedded on the inside.

"This is a brainwave activator that can activate your brain and make you remember something."

Lin Wuhua: "It seems I've become a guinea pig."

The doctor did not deny it.

"Yes. Because your extraordinary factor activity is too low, it is difficult to further confirm your condition using conventional methods."

"If you use it, we can increase your privileges so you can wander around outside the ward, look at the sun, and read a book."

"Moreover," the doctor said honestly, "the aftereffects of the last extraordinary event will linger."

"If you don't become a superhuman, you won't live past twenty."

Lin Wuhua remained silent, looking at the doctor.

For a moment, the doctor felt as if his heart and lungs had been pierced.

"What if I refuse?"

"In that case, you may find it difficult to gain freedom, but nothing will change."

Lin Wuhua remained silent for a long time.

"It seems I have no choice."

He picked up the headband and put it on his head in front of the doctor.

The sensor plate was pressed against the scalp, and the headband automatically adjusted its tightness, making a soft "click" sound.

—It's locked.

Almost instantly, he covered his head.

A low, buzzing sound filled his ears, and his fingers gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white.

In his dizziness, a low, guttural prompt appeared in his mind.

Welcome, Reincarnator!

[The "Book of Reincarnation" has been installed for you. Would you like to begin your first reincarnation?]