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13. First Event
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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 14. Fight or Flight
"He took out four guys by himself?" "Yeah, from the Roth gang." The Roth gang? That bastard took over my gang?! I jolted awake. "What'd you do to him? How badly did you beat him?" someone asked. "Not at all." Dammit. Where am I? I tried moving but quickly realized I was tied to a fucking chair. A shadow loomed in front of me. Tracksuit. Vulture tattoo. Cigar breath mixed with whiskey. Cormac "The Blade." A crime lord, a legend, and a royal pain in the ass in my last life. "It's nice to meet you, kid," he said, watching me like I was some kind of exotic animal. "I've been dying to meet you after hearing all the rumors. I forgot to introduce myself—you must be wondering who I am." Like hell I was wondering. I knew exactly who he was. "This is actually pretty surprising," he mused, rubbing his chin. "I heard you were hot shit these days, so I just wanted to see what you looked like. But you're pretty handsome. Do they choose the strongest in school based on looks now?" He'
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-03Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 15. Rat’s Dilemma
I woke up feeling strangely energized. My room was clean, everything put back in its original place. Guess Dad really wanted to calm me down. Too bad it didn't work. At least my ribs weren't broken, so I hadn't failed the mission yet. Though I was starting to get frustrated with the vagueness of it all. Was my walk home yesterday not interesting enough? I jumped out of bed and made my way downstairs, avoiding everyone. If I left now, maybe I wouldn't bring any trouble with me. Just as I reached for the door, a voice called out. "Hey there." A man stood outside, smiling at me through the window. My body tensed. "Jack? Hey, I already know everything. Come on out." Fuck. They found me already? Did he really think I'd just open the door and go peacefully? "Fuck off!" I snapped, yanking the blinds down. The man sighed. "Ah, I'll just use the key your old man gave me." I froze. The key Dad gave him? The door unlocked. I grabbed the nearest weapon—a broom from a passing maid—and sw
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-03Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 16. Flustered
I ended up telling him everything—well, almost everything. I explained how I had no ties to either gang but that after beating up a few bullies, both factions were suddenly interested in recruiting me. I made it clear that I wanted no part of either. Of course, I left out the part about being reborn and the fact that Jared's father had personally called me. I wasn't even sure if the cops knew who the Vultures' leader was. Hell, I hadn't been entirely sure myself until yesterday. In the end, my story had to be vague. If I said too much, I'd have to explain why I knew so much about gang life and territory, which would lead to questions I couldn't answer without sounding like a lunatic. Explaining that voices only I could hear were telling me to complete tasks? Yeah, that was a one-way ticket to a padded cell. So instead, I played the part of the scared little kid who didn't know what to do. And it worked. "I'm glad you told me the truth," Dean said after a pause. Then, tilting his
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-03Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 17. First Kiss
Damien handled his wine well—too well, maybe. His only problem was that he talked too much when he drank, saying whatever flirtatious thing came to mind. Liquid courage at its finest. Fresh air seemed to be working on him as we took a detour through a park. The streetlights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows along the paved path. "So you went with Jason that day, and now he's hospitalized?" Damien repeated, still trying to piece everything together. "But to think that the Vulture gang is recruiting high schoolers... that's pretty scary." "It's been like that for a long time." I exhaled. "Can't believe I got caught up with them again." "Again?" He gave me a curious look. "You knew them before?" "Something like that." More than something—I'd almost destroyed them before I died. Damien studied me carefully. "Is that why you've been so different?" "In a way." I glanced at him. "Am I really that different?" "You're definitely different now. You don't take shit from anybody like
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-03Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 18. Deadly Hide & Seek
{TW: Violence, Death} I'm so stupid! Why the fuck would I promise him that I'd get revenge? I already told the cops everything, so why did I have to run my mouth and keep the event going? I blame Damien for this! It's all his fault that shit is getting fucked up for me at the moment. [New Mission: Revenge for Jason Award: Personality Types Revealed Penalty: Hospitalization] Like I was going to go out of my way to find them. I'd just call Damien's dad and tell him to get a move on. Where's that card he gave me with his number? Before I could find it, my phone suddenly rang with an unknown number. "Hello?" I answered. "Is this Jack Spencer?" a gruff voice asked. I don't want to look, so you send them to me? Fucking pushy! "Who is this?" I hissed. "I'm Declan McIntyre from the Vulture gang. Where are you now? Come out to the school library in thirty minutes," he said. "Sure, whatever. Let's meet," I said, hanging up the phone. Saves me a lot of trouble, I gues
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-03Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 19. Last One Standing
{TW: death, violence} "YOU MIGHT AS WELL COME OUT!!!" Mark yelled. I could hear the fear in his voice. Must be the first time he saw someone close to him die. I glanced around the storage closet, scanning for something useful. My eyes landed on a twenty-pound kettlebell. This should do the trick. As I picked it up, my fingers barely had time to grip the handle before the shelf beside me tipped over, crashing to the ground with a deafening clang. "FOUND YOU!!" Mark's scream came from directly outside the closet. The door flung open, and in that instant, I swung upward with everything I had. CRACK. The kettlebell slammed into the base of his skull. His body jerked as if his muscles had short-circuited, then collapsed instantly. I grabbed him under the arms, dragging his limp body into the closet and kicking the door shut behind me. I reached up, twisting the inside lock shut just as another set of footsteps approached. "What the hell? Matt!?" Declan. Mark twit
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-04Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 20. A Bit of Mercy
{TW: violence} He was a fucking piece of shit. People like him don't stop unless someone stops them. If I let him live, he'd just go after someone else—some other poor kid, alone on the streets, who wouldn't be able to fight back. I couldn't let that happen. John was crawling toward the wall, dragging himself slowly. His body trembled, soaked in sweat. His face had gone deathly pale, and I could see the way he was swallowing hard, trying to hold back the bile rising in his throat. He looked like he was about to pass out. I crouched down to his level, staring into his face. That look of pure terror... God, it was beautiful. I could get addicted to this feeling. "P-Please," John whispered. Still conscious? How? I smirked. "Please what? Please hit me? Well, if you insist!" I backhanded him across the face. CRACK. John let out a painful shriek as he collapsed onto his side, clutching his cheek. Blood dripped from his mouth, staining the floor as he coughed.
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-04Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 21. The Devils I Know
So, the luck didn't extend to lottery tickets. I won absolutely nothing. Even more surprising was the news this morning. Since the school's surveillance system was conveniently broken at the time this happened, no suspects could be named, murder weapons were not found, and due to John's testimony, the entire incident was officially declared a case of gang violence. Apparently, the Vultures had been beaten down by a group of Roth gang associates. The deaths weren't even being looked into that much. The scene had already been thoroughly cleaned. And, thanks to what I assume was my insane luck stat, I had no scars, no bruises, and no pain when I woke up this morning. That luck was something else. If only it could give me money! Jason had texted me a few times, asking: "Was that you?" I responded with nothing but a thumbs-up emoji. And that's when I learned something I really didn't want to know—I could see people's love bars even when they weren't in the room with me and against
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-05
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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 119. 1 Year Later
Dating Damien hadn't exactly been easy. At first, Jared went full petty sabotage mode—planting fake pictures in my bag, giving Damien's number out to random strangers, doing anything he could to wedge something between us. But after about two weeks, he got bored, or maybe just tired of seeing it wasn't working, and backed off. Now he was too busy working with his mom at HUG and trying to keep Cormac from laundering too much money through McIntyre. Thankfully, we'd reached a point where we could all hang out again without drama... well, except for Jared and Damien's usual bitch-fest back and forth. Meanwhile, Jason had flown back to Italy with his dad after a tearful goodbye with my mom. He was finally starting the whole "heir to Ferrari" thing now that his dad had apparently given up on chasing women. After he left, I made a quiet visit to his mother's memorial. I apologized to her for everything and promised I'd never let Jason get hurt again. It was all I could offer. On the bus
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 118. The Love Interest
I looked around the bright space, blinking through the haze of gold and white. The floor didn't feel real beneath my feet—it was too soft, too quiet. The kind of silence that wraps around you like cotton, comforting and terrifying all at once. "What the hell is this?" I muttered, spinning as the door behind me clicked shut. "So you're back," a woman's voice echoed across the space. I turned, and there she stood—a figure that looked more divine than human. Her presence glowed with a radiant gold that shimmered like sunlight caught in glass. Her hair flowed like liquid fire, and her eyes were endless, filled with stars. No wings, no halo—yet she was the most godlike thing I had ever seen. "Looks like you've accomplished your goal of getting revenge on Elijah Roth," she said, her voice calm and echoing like it came from inside my own head. "How was it? Are you satisfied?" I exhaled slowly. "Yeah... thanks to you, System." But even as I said it, the words felt hollow. Like I'd said t
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 117. The Illusion
The fire started spreading faster than I expected. The gasoline-soaked couch lit up with a fury, the flames crackling and leaping like they'd been starved too long and finally given their feast. Eli's face twisted when he realized what I'd done—pure disbelief smeared with rage. "Until the end..." he muttered, eyes flaring. "Fuck, alright. Let's end this fucked-up relationship. You prepared so much, I'm fucking cornered." "Shut the fuck up," I said, raising my fists again. The room was already growing hot, but we ignored the fire swallowing everything around us. We clashed like animals, swinging, grappling, gasping—two beasts caged in a burning tomb. His body slammed into mine and we hit the ground hard. Eli climbed on top, hands around my neck, squeezing with everything he had. I choked, vision dimming at the edges—but my hand found the broomstick nearby. I grabbed it and broke it clean across his head. Before he could reel back, I jabbed a jagged end right into his open eye. "Fu
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 116. Ashes To Ashes
{TW: violence} Eli jumped to his feet, his face twisted with desperation and rage as he lunged forward again. "FUCK!!! YOU'RE DOING ALL THIS BECAUSE OF ONE LITTLE BOUNTY ON YOUR HEAD?! JUST BECAUSE I CALLED YOU A FAG?!!!" He swung wildly, fists flying in every direction. He was panicking. Even still, one of his punches landed hard on my cheek. "FINE THEN!!! I APOLOGIZE!!! JUST LET THIS SHIT GO NOW!" Eli snapped. I kicked his knee, making him stumble. "I'M BEING FUCKING SINCERE!!!" he yelled, breathless, spit flying from his mouth as the fight devolved into something brutal and ugly. Then, with a sharp upper swing, I felt something slice from my cheek to my forehead—blood immediately clouded one of my eyes. I staggered back, vision blurry. Another blow slammed into my face. Then another. My ribs caught a few good hits before I dropped to a knee, trying to gather myself, focus. "What's wrong, Jack?" Eli sneered, looming over me. "After all that effort you put into living like a
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 115. Full Circle
{TW: Violence} The entire passenger side of the car was crushed, and all the airbags on my side had deployed. It felt like I had been tossed violently against something soft yet hard at the same time. I let out the breath I'd been holding and kicked my door open, staggering out of the wreckage. A few gags followed, but fortunately, I hadn't eaten anything all day, so nothing came up. Holy shit, I almost killed myself! I made a mental note—never again. I wasn't cut out for driving in situations like this. I glanced into the backseat. Eli was knocked out cold, blood dripping from his forehead where he'd slammed into the window. Too bad for him, he was still breathing. I wasn't done with him yet. I pried open the passenger door and dragged him out by the back of his shirt, pulling him into the forest. The eerie darkness around me gave me the jitters, but I ignored it. I had bigger things to focus on right now. "Stupid asshole," I muttered, dragging him further. "I fucking got you. F
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 114. The Hunt Begins
A week had passed, and no one had found Declan's body. Things were moving fast, and without speaking to my dad first, I took the initiative and bought everything related to McIntyre Corporations. It was a massive undertaking. We had to fire the entire board and replace them with our own people. The financial webs were deep, tracing money from offshore accounts, and the intel I'd gathered? It was a goldmine of blackmail material, exposing nearly every business owner, politician, and high-ranking official in the city. My dad didn't hesitate for a second. He immediately used this treasure trove to his advantage. He worked quickly, killing the news of Declan Sr.'s disappearance so that no one outside our circle would know what happened. My mom, of course, was confused. The official story was that Declan had fled to avoid the scandal, but I later realized something: My dad hadn't lied to her—he just didn't want to ruin her newfound peace. She had taken a liking to Jason, and Dad didn't wa
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 113. Caught
I couldn't get the system's words out of my head. "You'll soon be too preoccupied to think about it." What the hell did that mean? What could possibly take my mind off the weight of what I'd done in my past life—of Gianna, of Jason, of everything unraveling? [Mission Accomplished! You will receive secret intel!] I froze. That... that would do it. What the actual fuck was going on? I hadn't even made a move toward atonement yet, and the mission was already marked as complete? How? Why? My phone buzzed, Jason's name lighting up the screen. It was nearly 2 a.m. A part of me didn't want to answer—I was exhausted from the party and from... well, everything. But I picked up. "Hello—" "Jack?" Jason's voice was breathless, panicked, and definitely crying. "I—I need you... to come over! I need you to come over now!" He was gasping like he couldn't breathe. "What's up? Is it your dad?" "No! No! No, no—" "Tell me what happened!" I snapped, heart racing. "No! I—I can't actually say—"
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 112. Guilty Conscience
{TW: Suicide attempt} The memory came back like a bullet to the skull—sudden, searing, and impossible to ignore. I was seventeen. A parking garage bathed in that awful yellow-white light, nearly abandoned except for the low hum of flickering fluorescent tubes above me. The scent of oil and cold concrete filled the air. My footsteps were quiet, deliberate, echoing through the still space as I closed in on her. Gianna Lionetti. A cloth gripped tightly in my hand, soaked in chloroform. She didn't even have time to scream. I grabbed her from behind, pressing the cloth to her mouth and nose with a vice grip. She fought hard. Nails like razors dug into my wrist, her limbs thrashing with the kind of panic only people on the edge of death can summon. It took a full minute and a half—ninety long seconds of struggle—before her body finally sagged, unconscious in my arms. I eased her down like a sleepwalker, like she was fragile glass. Then, almost robotically, I opened the passenger door,
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 111. Surprise Party
I sat stiffly on the edge of the velvet couch, hands clenched loosely in my lap as camera flashes exploded from every angle. The drawing room was filled to the brim with reporters—some with cameras, some already holding up mics with eager hands, all of them watching me like a hawk about to strike. This was actually kind of terrifying. The last time I'd been in front of this many cameras was... well, it wasn't exactly a shining moment. I was being perp-walked in my last life, paraded in handcuffs while people shouted for my head. The bright lights, the judgmental stares—it all felt a little too familiar. A woman in the front row leaned forward, mic close. "How did you manage to get such incredible scores?" I blinked at her. "Studying like a normal person. It's not like there was much else to do besides that and work." Click. Click. Flash. "Your first appearance on TV left people with a bad impression of you. What do you think about that?" another reporter asked. I rolled my eyes
