Klein looked around blankly. In the cold night wind, surrounded by gravestones both new and old, his numb mind gradually began to work again. He recognized this as Raphael Cemetery, where he often patrolled.
"Cemetery... I died, and then came back to life?"
He raised his mud-stained hands and examined them carefully beneath the crimson moonlight. Only then did he realize that his previously severed left forearm had returned to his body.
He stroked his left elbow through his clothes with his right hand. There was still a faint pain at the point where it had been severed.
Had they sewn his severed arm back on after his corpse had been collected?
What about his chest?
Coming to his senses, he brushed the dirt from his chest, unbuttoned his clothes, pulled them open, and looked at the left side of his chest.
The fist-sized, grotesque wound there, along with the missing heart within, was wriggling as it slowly healed.
It was just like when he had first awakened in Tingen City and seen the gunshot wound at his temple rapidly recover in the mirror. The only difference was that this time, the healing was slower and more difficult.
"As expected, the original 'Klein' really did succeed in killing himself. It was just that after I transmigrated, his body was restored by this power as well."
"But this recovery is slower. Maybe after one more time, at most two, this power won't be able to 'bring me back to life' anymore."
He stood there like a statue for several minutes, his chest exposed to the slightly chilly night wind. Only then did Klein sigh, button up his shirt and tailcoat, and cover the wound that was nearly healed.
Then he turned around and looked at his own gravestone. It bore his