A boy forced to hide his emotions died. But he was reborn - blind. In his second life, he lived as fully as one can, but also died a miserable death. Third time he was born, faith taken away his sense of smell. He tried to live that life to its fullest extent, but ended up ripped apart. By his next reincarnation he started to get suspicious. He had lost his sense of taste completely, and died pitifully. In his fifth life, he could no longer speak. In the sixth, he'd lost his sense of touch. In seventh, he had gone deaf. He became like a doll. Aware of being alive, but being unable to move, hear, speak nor see. He didn't know how he died, but he was glad. Again he lived only to die. It was infuriating. A man who ended his first life, only to be reincarnated time and time again - at first gain hope, that later turned into a tool that crushed him - to once more lose the will to continue. What was it for? Why did it have to be him? Why?! But that wasn't the end. In his next life he could sense something. It wasn't anything that he felt before, but he could tell what it was. He saw auras, every person had one - him included. Some people could manipulate theirs... By the time he started to experiment with his own, he died. Next rebirth allowed him to take control over his energy. It allowed him to send his words directly to the minds of others. In the life that followed, he could move his body thanks to the energy. In that life he also gained a companion. Spirit animal, that melded with his soul and swore to fallow him to his next life. And there he was. A master in cultivation, with a soul stronger than others, with a faithful comrade by his side. In a body of a young master of a family that thought of him as a waste. What will he do? (pictures do not belong to me)