The Herb Garden at the Edge of the World: The 1001st Life
In the long, spiraling thread of time, there once lived a man who had seen the rise and fall of kingdoms, heard the last words of dragons, walked with gods, and watched stars blink out like candles. His name was Haruki Ashveil.
He had died 1,000 times.
He had been a swordmaster, a scholar, a tyrant, a savior, a fisherman, a goat herder, a pirate queen (long story), and once, briefly, a legendary potato farmer.
But he had never—not once—been kissed.
His current goal in life? Not romance, no. He’d given up on that somewhere around life #412.
Now, he just wanted to live a quiet, uneventful existence growing herbs, sipping tea, and ignoring how his neighbors kept trying to ship him with literally everyone.
Welcome to his 1001st life.
It’s going to be anything but peaceful.