Transformed into an elf, I dominate reincarnation

I had a long dream.

In the dream, I am a beautiful elf. I have lived in the forest since I was a child, close to nature, growing up under the care of the elves, learning to write, practice fighting, and growing from a babbling baby to a graceful girl...

The dream was discontinuous and fragmented, often interrupted and disrupted by hoarse voices that came from nowhere.

"...Yes, although this human boy's body is weak, his soul is extremely tough and should be able to withstand the backlash of the transfer spell. But this little elf girl..."

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"...Can't you hold on anymore? It seems there is room for improvement in the technique..."

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"...The differences between races are too great. It's a pity that we have to catch new experimental subjects..."

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"...It was successful, it was actually successful! The human soul can really be transferred into the body of the Immortal Seed..."

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I don’t know how much time passed, but I finally escaped from the dream.

When he opened his eyes, he saw an old, thin face.

I instantly recognized it as the necromancer who attacked me and Eve.

"You woke up so quickly, the strength of your soul is beyond my expectation."

His voice was still hoarse and unpleasant.

It's exactly the same sound that disturbs dreams.

I suddenly understood that what I heard while dreaming should be his soliloquy.

"What kind of soul strength, you..."

As soon as I uttered a few words, I got stuck.

Because, I found that my voice turned into a soft and pleasant female voice.

And the voice is familiar.

"Hey, do you realize it? Look at your own body." The Necromancer smiled proudly.

I lowered my head stiffly, and the first thing I saw was the bulging chest and thin green armor.

Obviously, this is not my body, but Eve's body.

No wonder my voice just now was exactly the same as Eve's.

But, how could it be?

"The experiment was successful. The soul and body fit perfectly. It is simply an elegant work of art."

There was a hint of fanaticism in the Necromancer's eyes.

experiment……

Thinking of the words I heard in my dream, a ridiculous guess came to my mind.

"Soul swap?"

"It's very smart. It is indeed my first successful experiment. However, it is only a one-way soul transfer, and the exchange has not been realized. The soul of the little elf girl cannot fit with your body."

The Necromancer looked regretful.

"What do you mean, where is Eve's soul? Where is my original body?"

I felt a hint of something bad in his words.

"The inability to fit means that the soul has no place to live. The little girl's soul has naturally returned to heaven. And your body is right there."

The necromancer pointed to a bed not far away.

I looked over and saw that lying on the bed was a male body that I was very familiar with.

However, it looked cold, stiff, and lifeless.

"A body that has lost its soul has only death."

"In other words, you killed Eve's soul and... my body?"

I felt my voice tremble a little.

Eve, such a kind and beautiful girl, was so lost?

My body is so cold?

"Since it is an experiment, failure is inevitable. According to my original estimate, it will take at least two or three experiments to complete this soul magic technique. In other words, you are originally the experimental subjects for sacrifice. Now you I survived, thanks to this wonderful fate."

Looking at his smug face, a surge of anger surged deep in my heart.

"Human life is not worth mentioning in your eyes?" I asked loudly.

"It seems that you care about that little elf girl. Don't worry, elves are not like humans. After death, the soul will return to the elves' World Tree and wait for the next rebirth, so you don't have to worry too much. What's more, you have dedicated your life to my experiment. , is your supreme glory. You have to understand that this is the magic of the soul that is enough to change human history, and this is the way for mankind to move towards eternal life..."

Listening to his rhetoric, I could no longer control my anger.

I pulled out the dagger from my waist and stabbed the Necromancer in the heart.

The dagger didn't encounter any obstruction and penetrated his body directly.

I suddenly felt stunned.

Stung?So simple?

"Are you surprised that you killed me so easily?" The Necromancer sneered, and then said: "Unfortunately, the body is just a container, the soul is immortal, and I cannot be truly killed. Experiment It has been completed. This body left in the Wind Whispering Forest is useless. It doesn’t matter if you kill it. We will meet again, my lovely experimental subject, hahahahaha..."

The Necromancer fell down laughing wildly, his voice gradually weakened, and he stopped moving soon.

I stared at the Necromancer's body and quickly calmed down.

This guy is not dead.

Judging from his words, it seems that his soul has moved somewhere else.

All I killed was a body that was abandoned.

it's a pity.

If he has the guts to show up again, I will try my best to kill him again.

Putting the dagger back into its sheath, I looked around and found myself in a dark basement, airtight, with only the flickering light of candles dispersing the dense darkness.

The basement is filled with messy equipment and props, as well as many crystal clear crystals, which are probably items used by the Necromancer for experiments.

I walked over to my male body, inspected it, and found that there wasn't a single wound on it.

But the body is indeed dead.

He was not breathing, his heart had stopped, and his whole body was cold.

Looking at my body that had been used for more than 20 years lying stiffly on the bed, strange and sad emotions welled up in my heart.

Sighing, I picked up my body and walked up the stairs.

My strength is surprisingly strong now. I can carry my body weighing more than 100 kilograms upstairs without any effort. I just feel relaxed and at ease.

The physique of the elves is really strong.

After walking out of the basement, I found an old wooden house above.

There is a lot of furniture in the wooden house, including beds, tables, chairs, cabinets, etc.

I put my body on the bed, opened the door, and saw a clear and transparent lake and a continuous green forest.

The lake looked very familiar.

In that long dream just now, I had seen this lake.

Wind Flower Lake.

A lake located in the west of the Wind Whispering Forest, about seven or eight kilometers away from the Elf Tribe and relatively close to the human country of Nokta.

It seems that the Necromancer dragged Eve and me a long distance.

I don't know how his old body did it, but he probably used some kind of magic.

Speaking of which, the previous dream should be part of Eve's memory.

It was her memory of growing up in the Wind Whispering Forest.

My soul was transferred into her body, so I had such a dream and saw part of her past.

It's a pity that such a warm and beautiful memory has come to an end.

May her soul rest in peace.

I left the cabin and walked to the lake, lowered my head and looked at the clear lake water.

The calm lake reflects the beautiful silhouette of the beauty.

She has a beautiful face and graceful figure.

It's Eve.

That’s who I am now.

I stared at the silhouette, my mind drifting away.

What should we do in the future?