No.
This seemingly powerful ability actually had many limitations and rules.
Rule 1: You can only be killed once by the same entity. The second time, you cannot revive.
In other words, if Rayan was shot in the head by that soldier again, he would not be able to revive.
Rule 2: The so-called existence in the memories of others must be a deep memory. That is, others must remember both your face and your name; neither can be missing.
Rule 3: After rebirth, you gain one third of the physical attributes of the person who killed you.
Among the three rules, only this one was beneficial to Rayan. He could already feel his physical fitness improving. Obviously, for his thirteen-year-old body, one third of an adult male's strength was quite a boost.
Rayan thought that if this rule was used wisely, he could quickly grow stronger. But because of the first rule, the risk was enormous.
For example, if you were killed by a strong person, and that strong person did not leave the one kilometer radius, then half an hour later, you randomly revived in front of or near him. Would he not just kill you again and end everything?
So, this kind of deliberately getting killed was still unusable.
But then again, Rayan really wanted to be killed by that goddess once. If he could gain one third of her power, would he not probably become a god?
Of course, that was just wishful thinking.
In short, this power was the key to his survival. Frankly speaking, it was not too strong. It would have been better to receive some real protective power, like magic or fighting spirit. After all, what if no one remembered him?
The reason he slapped that boy before he was killed was to make a deeper impression on him, to make sure he would be remembered, so he could come back to life.
Although he felt a little bad for that boy — after all, the guy was holding a newspaper and humming a song, then suddenly got slapped — it was truly an undeserved disaster. However, Rayan estimated that he would not have a chance to say sorry to him.
Without a doubt, after a few days, that boy would definitely forget him. Therefore, he must always ensure that someone remembered him. And in this situation, the most suitable thing was naturally to—
Debut as an idol!
Ptooey.
Did you think this was a romantic comedy world?
Indeed, becoming a celebrity was a good choice, but becoming a celebrity in the Attack on Titan world was not that easy.
In short, the immediate priority was to find a way to get to the island.
That was right. Rayan absolutely had to go to the island. Because compared to the island, although there were no titans in Marley, it was much more dangerous. Humans were many times more dangerous than titans.
Moreover, he also knew some of the plot on the island, so surviving there would be easier. Unlike in the internment camp, where a Marleyan officer could pull you out and kill you at any time. And the reason could very likely be as simple as practicing shooting skills.
"Food's here!"
At this moment, the door opened from the outside, and a Marleyan soldier walked in carrying a round wooden bucket. He slammed the bucket on the ground, then leaned against the door, arms crossed, looking at them with a face full of contempt.
The Eldians who had been dozing off in the room suddenly woke up and all rushed over to scramble for food. Rayan was no exception. Naturally, he did not want to fight for food like a dog, but if he did not eat, he would starve to death, and he did not want that.
"Get the hell out of my way!"
"Damn it!"
"Leave some for me..."
"Ugh ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!"
With more than twenty people scrambling for one bucket, some were destined to miss out. People were constantly being pulled down, grabbing legs, and even resorting to all out brawls with fists and feet. Rayan knew that with his small frame, rushing for the bucket was definitely out of the question. Not only would he not get any, but he might also be sucker punched, which he could not handle.
So, he lurked nearby, waiting for people to accidentally drop some food on the ground while fighting for it. Then he would rush over, grab it, and stuff it directly into his mouth.
In an instant, a dry, bitter, and sour taste filled his entire mouth, like bread that had expired several months ago. He had already prepared himself for something unpleasant, but he had not expected it to be this bad. It almost made him vomit.
"Ugh ugh... gulp!"
To conserve his strength, he suppressed the urge to vomit. To avoid his taste buds suffering too much, he simply swallowed without chewing.
When he looked again, he saw that the food in the bucket had been completely snatched clean. Some had eaten and some had not. The former were not exactly happy, while the latter clutched their hungry stomachs, cursing and grumbling, and could only wait for the next meal.
"Disgusting as hell."
The Marleyan soldier who delivered the food coldly watched the scene, spat on the ground, then picked up the empty wooden bucket, turned, and left the room, slamming the door shut with a heavy thud, followed by the click of the lock.
The people in the room all huddled back into the corners, starting to doze off again. Rayan looked at them, knowing that this group of people was finished.
There was no hint of longing for freedom in their eyes. They were living purely as walking corpses, not knowing which day they would die miserably under the guns or beatings of the Marleyan soldiers.
Rayan did not want this. He had to find a way to escape as soon as possible.
A suppressed sob suddenly sounded beside him. Rayan turned his head and saw that it was the middle aged uncle who had warned him earlier. The uncle was probably in his thirties, but his eyes were already cloudy, and his face was full of wrinkles. At first glance, he looked like a dying old man. One could imagine the extent of the abuse he had suffered.
Rayan recalled the memories of this body and remembered the middle aged uncle's name.
"Uncle Martin, why are you crying?"
The man named Martin looked at him, covered his face with his rough hands, and choked, "I am going on the ship the day after tomorrow. They are sending me to that paradise... I do not want to die, I do not want to die..."
Paradise?
Rayan's heart skipped a beat. That should be Paradis Island, where the protagonists were. There was a ship going there the day after tomorrow.
"I want to live... I do not know how my daughter and wife are doing. I want to see them again, sob..."
Martin was still crying to himself, but Rayan thought, "My chance has come!"
Indeed, the Eldians held in the internment camp were generally criminals or rebels suspected of being related to the Eldian Restorationists. Naturally, these people lived very miserably, with no human rights whatsoever.
However, there was another group of Eldians who either joined the military or made significant contributions to Marley. These people could become honorary Marleyans and live relatively normal lives. But this normalcy only meant not being locked up in the internment camp. In reality, they were still under the surveillance of the Marleyan government.
And among the Eldians in the internment camp, every once in a while, some would be selected to be sent to the island, injected with titan spinal fluid, and turned into pure titans — mindless titans — to kill each other with the Eldians on the island.
So, according to Martin, the next departure date for the island was the day after tomorrow, and he was one of those selected.
The chance had come.
Rayan clenched his fists, his eyes sharp.
Get on the ship.
He had to get on the ship.
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