Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

To the astonishment of everyone, the bullets did indeed connect with the cosplay man's body—but they didn't even pierce through his clothing.

The sight was eerily familiar to scenes from the superhero movies they had watched, but this was real, happening right in front of them.

"F-fu*k..." one of the hooligans stammered, his voice trembling. It was the exact moment they realized they'd made a grave mistake.

"Wh-who are you, bro?" the leader muttered, his hands shaking uncontrollably from the shock that gripped him.

"Shua!"

Aengus didn't grant them the luxury of pondering further.

With a wave of his hand, the gang leader disintegrated into black ashes, the act as casual as if he were brushing away dust. His presence radiated an aura of such unrelenting menace that it left no doubt—he was the Devil Incarnate himself.

"Let's go," Aengus said, his tone calm but final, as he grabbed Bella's hand and pulled her along firmly.

Bella, though mischievously amused earlier, now yielded to his dominance, leaning into his side as they walked away together, her expression serene.

Meanwhile, the remaining spectators stood frozen, their eyes wide with terror.

"What? What just happened?" someone whispered, their voice shaking as if speaking louder might summon the man back.

Others didn't dare utter a single word, their trembling figures a testament to the fear that now lingered in the air.

But one thing became crystal clear to everyone: the supernatural was real, and they might have just witnessed a devil from the depths of hell.

All of this was captured in high definition by a surveillance camera perched nearby. Aengus, of course, had noticed it clearly, but he made no attempt to destroy it.

To be precise, he simply didn't care. It was high time humanity understood that they were not the almighty, supreme beings they thought themselves to be. There existed a grander, more terrifying world where their existence was but a fleeting speck in the vast scale of reality.

The surveillance footage, showing Aengus's invulnerability and the disintegration of the gang leader, quickly made its way into the hands of the UUS Intelligence Department. However, it wasn't long before the video was leaked online, spreading like wildfire across the globe.

Some viewers believed the video was genuine proof of the supernatural. Others dismissed it as a hoax, claiming it was the work of advanced AI or sophisticated special effects.

Speculation ran rampant. Religious communities proclaimed the arrival of divine or demonic forces, claiming it as a sign of judgment day or divine punishment for humanity's sins.

The UUS Intelligence Department, meanwhile, acted swiftly. Those who had been at the scene and had witnessed the event firsthand were quietly detained and brought in for questioning. The department sought to unravel the truth and prevent widespread panic, even as the world was gripped by fear, fascination, and fervent debates over what they had just witnessed.

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Year 2022, August.

By now, Aengus had gathered a considerable amount of information about his strange return. To his surprise, he realized he had arrived at the very year he was diagnosed with an incurable and mysterious form of cancer.

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This meant one of two things: he had either traveled back in time or arrived in a parallel universe mirroring his past.

Determined to uncover the truth, he set out for the house where he had once lived on Earth.

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"Is this your house?" Bella asked as she stood before a luxurious duplex house, her eyes sparkling with amazement. "You were rich!"

Aengus's gaze softened, a melancholic sheen in his eyes as he confirmed, "Yes, indeed I was. But... there are still many things about my past that feel shrouded in mystery. My memories of my mother and father—" he paused, his voice tinged with sadness, "their faces are growing blurrier as if hidden behind some kind of veil."

Bella glanced at him with concern before asking, "Are you afraid of confronting the truth?"

He sighed deeply and replied, "Yes, I am. If my memories are accurate, today is the day I meet a mysterious man in a black robe. That meeting... marked the beginning of my illness. It was after that encounter that I began to rot away, slowly dying."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Huh? What's this?"

A flood of fragmented memories surged through his mind. He could clearly see a disheartened, bullied boy—his younger self—meeting a man shrouded in mystery, dressed in an unusual cosplay-like outfit.

The realization hit him like a thunderbolt: the mysterious figure in his memories was his current self.

Everything snapped into focus by the sudden revelation. He had been the one who cursed himself.

His hands trembled as the weight of the revelation settled in. He was left utterly shaken, unable to reconcile the truth.

"What's wrong, husband?" Bella aksed, sensing his sudden composure breaking.

"It was me, Bella. It was me. I was the one who let myself die."

Bella's eyes widened as she pieced the puzzles all together.

"Wait... are you telling me you cursed yourself to die a slow, painful death? Just so you could reincarnate as... this?" she whispered in disbelief.

Aengus nodded slowly, barely regaining his composure. "It seems so. I orchestrated my own suffering... to become what I am now."

Bella stood in stunned silence, processing the enormity of Aengus's revelation.

"That's... horrible," she finally whispered. "What could have driven you to such an extreme step?"

Aengus sighed, his expression grim. "That, I don't know. But one thing is certain—if I don't go through with it, I may cease to exist entirely."

He was already calculating every possibility, every ripple of cause and effect, with the help of MANAS.

Bella's hands trembled as she grabbed his collar, her voice desperate. "I see... Then we must do whatever is predestined. I don't want you to disappear, Aengus. Do you hear me? I won't let you go."

Her tear-filled eyes bore into his, a mixture of fear and unwavering love. She tightened her grip as if she could anchor him to the present.

Aengus gently placed his hand over hers, his expression softening for a moment. "Bella... I am here, Don't worry."

But his mind was racing. He had to make a decision, and quickly. His past self was approaching, the moment of convergence drawing closer with every passing second.

Was there a way to rewrite the past without unraveling his existence?

Time was running out, and the air around them grew heavy as the crucial moment loomed. Aengus was at the crossroads of destiny, torn between allowing the cycle to repeat or risking everything to alter his fate.