دانلود رمان انگلیسی “با این زندگی آهسته بس است!” – من به عنوان یک جن بالا تناسخ شدم و اکنون حوصله ام سر رفته است – جلد اول

Lying down on a large branch in a great tree, I took a bite of fruit. The satisfying crunch brought a light mixture of sweet and sour flavors to my mouth. This fruit, known as an apua, was said to be a key ingredient in a miraculous medicine that could reverse aging. It boasted an impressive price tag, but in this forest you could eat as many as you could stomach. “Spirits of the wind,” I murmured, tossing the leftover core. A moment later, a sudden whirlwind crushed it into paste. As the fruit’s flesh became nourishment for me, so did its core become nourishment for the earth. And with a bit of luck, spitting its seeds back to the ground would result in a new tree. As I yawned, a bird fluttered down from the sky to land on my chest, happily chirping away. I stretched a finger out toward it, and it snuggled up to my hand like a spoiled pet. It knew full well that I would never hurt it. It knew I was a member of a people that lived in harmony with the forest: an elf. To be specific, I was a high elf, a type more in tune with the spirits. But as far as the forest-dwelling peoples went, there wasn’t much of a difference between us. Both elves and high elves rarely changed. They were largely immutable. “Yeah. Honestly, I’m tired of this,” I muttered to myself as I lazed away alone in the woods. If I ever grew hungry, there was always fruit around. I could refine my skill with a bow, though there was no need to hunt. And I could speak with the spirits to peek into the underlying truths of the world. For those desiring slow, peaceful days, the lifestyle of an elf was more than they could ever wish for…but after 120 years of it, I had had my fill. Technically speaking, I was probably closer to 150 years old, but I wasn’t really self-aware until about 30 years old, so I could only start counting from then.