MasukThose people, those things, those warm yesterdays, those brutal endings—he had clearly never lived through any of it, and yet it felt as if they were carved into his very bones and blood, fused into his soul.
Every image, every glance, every single word was so vivid, so unforgettable.
At last he understood: this was not someone else's story. It was his previous life.
It was the memory sealed deep within his soul—something he could never forget, not across life
Those people, those things, those warm yesterdays, those brutal endings—he had clearly never lived through any of it, and yet it felt as if they were carved into his very bones and blood, fused into his soul.Every image, every glance, every single word was so vivid, so unforgettable.At last he understood: this was not someone else's story. It was his previous life.It was the memory sealed deep within his soul—something he could never forget, not across lifetimes.That warmth had been happiness he once possessed; that pain had been regret he could never make up for in his previous life. And the girl he had shielded behind him—his junior, the one he had protected with his life and yet failed to protect in the end—was, in this life, Amelia, the little sister he cherished above all else.So it was true—everything the novel said was true. They really did have previous lives.And in that previous life, he had faile
Carl gripped her hand tightly, his fingertips pressing with a faint force that carried reassurance. His voice fell low against her ear: "About him, the hospital has already arranged for someone to keep reporting updates at all times. The ambulance just arrived at the hospital and they're running tests. If we go now, the timing is just right."He had arranged everything in advance. The moment he learned something had happened to Ralph, he contacted the hospital's best doctors, had them follow every step of the examinations, and refused to let Amelia worry even a fraction more.Hearing that, the worry in Amelia's chest only grew heavier. Her brows drew together slightly, and a trace of tension flickered in her eyes.She remembered with perfect clarity what it had looked like when Howard and Alfonso regained their memories; the process had not been easy, and she was afraid Ralph would suffer even more.She tightened her hold on Carl's hand, her fingertips pr
One by one they hung their heads, their faces full of shame and embarrassment. The arrogance and high-handed pride from before had vanished without a trace, leaving only the humiliation of being crushed by sheer ability.Under the surrounding spectators' looks—some mocking, some contemptuous—they wanted nothing more than to crawl into a crack in the ground. They stayed silent the entire time, wordlessly straightening their race cars, without even the courage to lift their heads and meet Amelia's eyes.They had racked their brains and used every dirty trick to try to drag Amelia off her perch, only to end in utter defeat—losing not only the race, but also their sportsmanship, becoming the joke of the entire venue.On the podium, Amelia stood at the highest tier, holding the heavy champion's trophy, a gold medal hanging on her chest. Every gaze in the stands focused on her, and the cheers kept rolling on, showing no sign of stopping.She l
The roaring chants that had been boiling a moment ago cut off abruptly. Everyone clenched their fists, hearts rising into their throats. Media cameras locked onto the two cars locked in a brutal duel, shutters hammering wildly, afraid to miss even a single, hair-raising second.Carl stood in the designated safe viewing area, his gaze fixed on Amelia's car. His expression remained calm, as if he had long anticipated exactly this outcome.At the critical instant, Amelia's eyes turned abruptly cold, the aura around her sharpening into something even more lethal.She saw with perfect clarity the sunglasses driver's malicious ramming attempt, and her ears caught the urgent screech of tires grinding the track behind her. She hesitated for not even a fraction of a second.Her right hand held the steering wheel rock-steady while her left thumb stabbed the half-nitrous button, releasing only half the boost—enough to keep her speed while letting her change di
The spectators along both sides of the track had long since risen to their feet, craning their necks and gripping their cheer boards tightly. Shouts and screams, wrapped in the roar of engines, churned above the empty circuit. Media reporters held up long lenses and short rigs alike, their cameras locked on the starting line; shutter clicks fused into a continuous rattle, and flashing white bursts kept strobing, freezing this hair-trigger moment.Up in the starter's tower at the end of the track, the race official had already taken his position, a bright red signal flag in hand. His sharp gaze swept over every car on the grid. From the radio came reports from safety marshals at each sector that they were ready; every link in the chain was tight, waiting only for the command that would unleash the run.Amelia sat in the cockpit. The sealed space filtered out most of the outside clamor, but it could not keep out the savage vibration of the engine, feeding through the sea
"That's right! What gives you the right?" the crowd jeered in chorus, their eyes full of contempt and provocation. In their view, the woman before them was nothing but a delicate outsider, yet she dared to be so arrogant—pure wishful thinking.Hearing that, Amelia suddenly let out a low laugh.At first the laughter was light, carrying a careless, teasing mockery. Then it gradually swelled, her clear, chilly laugh echoing beside the empty track, bearing a heart-stopping pressure.She slowly lifted her head; the smile in her eyes faded, leaving only a bottomless, icy abyss.She took one slow step forward, and her presence flared fully open in an instant. Although she released no Spiritual Power, the nobility and killing intent born from the depths of her soul still made the self-proclaimed powerful racers before her feel an inexplicable chill in their hearts."What gives me the right?" Amelia repeated, her tone terrifyingly calm. Her gaze swept







