He is about to die.

Ninety-eight bodies of hundreds of generations gathered on the Bliss Star. On a high platform, the body of this life was sitting cross-legged, holding the Buddha's seal with his hands and chanting sutras in his mouth. Wisps of golden flames were burning this body.

Due to the loss of a hundred-incarnation, he had to sit down and die early so that he could be reincarnated as soon as possible before the great war broke out completely.

This is how you get a share of the pie.

The sitting process was going well, but in the middle of the process, the belly of the Ninety-Eight Hundreds of Incarnations suddenly bulged without any warning.

The eminent monks from Paradise Star who sat in a circle around the high platform and chanted sutras together had expressions of astonishment on their faces.

What's the big deal?

I have a bad stomach!

Originally, the people in the past lives really didn’t take the big belly seriously. They thought it would not be too late to deal with the little life in the belly after the current body was reborn.

But before the body in this life was completed, my stomach suddenly started to hurt, and the life breath in my abdomen grew rapidly.

"?!"

"It's not like she's about to give birth..."

One of the centuries-old bodies said in a trembling voice, and then the lower abdomen swelled to the point where an ordinary person would be pregnant for ten months.

"Ahhhh~~~"

The screams of pain rang out, and all ninety-eight bodies were torn apart. Amid the incredulous eyes of the crowd, the babies fell to the ground one by one.

Eminent monks: "..."

The current body, which was sitting in the state of transformation, suddenly lost its mentality.

How many times can I give birth to a baby in front of you?

Are there ninety-eight in a lifetime?
Chapter completed!