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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 23. All Eyes On Me
Club C had leveled up since my last visit in my past life. Back then, it had been a decent spot, a little underground, a little exclusive. Now, it was something else entirely—polished floors that reflected the neon lights, sleek high-end decor, and a crowd dripping with wealth and entitlement. This was the kind of place people bragged about getting into, the kind of club where tables cost more than rent. But to the rich, this was nothing. Just another night out. Lucky bastards. Jared had gotten us in like it was no big deal. It made me wonder—why did he keep claiming to be just a scholarship student when he clearly had the means to throw around money like this? "You made it!" Jared ran up to me, grinning like a kid at Christmas. Damien, of course, was right behind him. Surprisingly, he actually looked good trying to pull off the "cool guy" look. A leather jacket, of all things. "What's up, Jared? Fonzi." I nodded toward Damien. "Is the jacket really too much?" Damien frowned.
Last Updated : 2025-03-06Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 24. A Trip To Remember
This school was too good to its students. Apparently, there were four trips a year, all to luxury locations, disguised as team-bonding experiences. A blatant excuse to pamper the already-privileged students. But I wasn't about to complain—I could use a distraction. Damien came early to pick me up himself, practically glued to my side lately. His clinginess had worsened ever since that night at Club C. Not that Jared was helping that much. After that bold kiss and the way he flaunted the video in front of Damien's face, Damien had been spiraling into insecurity. Jared's love bar had jumped to 98%. [Field Trip Event New Mission: Identify Your Rival Reward: Good Karma Penalty: Accident] That was a bit extreme, wasn't it? If something happened to me and the trip got cut short, I'd be ostracized. This wasn't some solo adventure—I had an entire bus of rich kids who wouldn't appreciate a ruined vacation. The only good news? Jason was cleared to attend. His fractured arm wasn't enoug
Last Updated : 2025-03-06Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 25. Eyes In The Shadows
The mountainside resort was nestled in the heart of a dense forest, its surroundings tranquil yet teeming with life. Towering trees lined the winding paths, their dense canopy blocking most of the sun, leaving patches of sunlight to dance on the forest floor.Fucking creepy.The guy I was partnered with, who I now know is named Edward, had decided to stay behind, claiming the task of scavenging for vegetables wasn't worth his time. He lazily lounged in the fields, picking a few vegetables here and there, offering no help with the more demanding part of the hunt. It suited me just fine. I preferred the solitude, the chance to think without the noise of unnecessary distractions.As I stood at the starting point of the scavenger hunt, the sound of footsteps alerted me to the presence of that Ayla girl. She slinked toward Damien, her voice oozing false sweetness as she approached him."Damien," she cooed, "I was thinking we could pair up for this hunt. You know, like we did back in the da
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 26. Mission Fail
Despite the dirt and sweat clinging to me from the hike, Jason didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he was carrying me on his back as if I weighed nothing, his grip steady and possessive. His posture screamed confidence, almost as if he was trying to flaunt something. It wasn't hard to guess what—he was proudly showing off the hickey I had left on his neck. We hadn't done anything but make out, but it had been the hottest half hour of my entire existence, both past and present. And Jason? He was clearly taking it more seriously than I was. His love meter had shot up to 99%, and all for the sake of pissing Debbie off. Did that make me bad? The thought lingered for only a moment before fading as we arrived back at the exchange point. The gathered goods were impressive—meat, seasonings, and enough supplies to last at least a week. I should have been relieved, but exhaustion weighed heavy on my legs. By the time we reached Cabin 4, a luxurious, wood-paneled space that contrasted sharp
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 27. The Penalty
I was anxious about today. Even though we were well-rested and well-fed, today's activity was paintballing in the mountains—a survival game. The perfect day for an accident. And I still didn't know if it was going to happen to me or someone else. Not to mention, my stomach twisted at the thought of going back into the woods. As we gathered with our paintball gear, I repeated in my head: Just survive until the end of the game. Simple. That was it. I glanced around, my gaze landing on Ayla. She was chatting with a group of friends, but the moment she caught me looking, she smirked. It sent chills down my spine. Damien, sensing my unease, squeezed my shoulder. "You okay?" "Yeah, just... thinking," I admitted. "I'll be fine as long as I stay away from anything dangerous." Damien frowned. "I'll keep an eye on you." "No, that's—" "Alright!" The gym teacher's voice cut through the chatter. "Now that everyone is gathered here, I'll explain the rules of the survival game! First, put
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 28. So, I Didn’t Die?
I hit the water below with a violent splash, pain shooting up the right side of my body like fire, but I ignored it. The relief of the deep water under the cliff surged through me, washing away the panic and fear that had gripped me moments before. There's water! Deep, deep water under the cliff! Oh, thank fucking god for that! I fucking lived! The shock didn't quite sink in. An accident didn't mean death. That meant I still had a chance. A sliver of hope in this chaotic mess. I gasped for air and kicked toward the surface, fighting through the pain. I swam for the top, looking around frantically, but I couldn't see Jared anywhere. Damn it, I can't be the only one to survive! My eyes darted through the murky water as I dove back down, desperation surging in my chest. A few feet below, I spotted him. His vest was hooked on a rock, his body motionless. Fuck. I swam to him, my muscles burning as I pried him free from the rock's grasp. With every ounce of strength I had left, I
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 29. Competition
Jared spent the moments I was conscious trying to soothe me through the pain with small kisses and gentle touches, holding me like a child. It was surprisingly comforting, like being wrapped in warmth despite the cold, damp cave. By morning, we were found. "Hey! The missing students are in here!" a guy called out, waking both Jared and me from our sleep. Relief should've been the first thing I felt, but instead, the pain hit me like a truck. Every nerve in my body screamed, reminding me just how much I'd been through. It hurt like holy hell. Jared cried at the sight of the rescuers, his grip tightening around me before he was forced to move. I barely had the energy to process everything as they carefully loaded me onto a rescue stretcher. Jared, however, was talking—no, pleading—on my behalf, making sure they knew exactly what had happened. "He saved my life," he told them. "Jack saved me." It was nice, I guess, being acknowledged. Jared made sure they all knew I was the reaso
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 30. No Rest For The Wicked
To my surprise, my mom and dad were incredibly worried about me. In my past life, my parents wouldn't have even shown up for me—they'd be too busy getting high or, at best, visiting while I was passed out to raid my pockets. Yet here were two strangers crying over me, worried if I was alright. It was a little uncomfortable. "Honey, I don't know where I can hug you," Mom sobbed, her eyes red-rimmed and desperate. "Are you okay?" "I'm just fine," I said quickly, not wanting to deal with any dramatics. "No, you're not," she cried harder. Dad stood there, silent, his eyes scanning me like he was trying to piece something together. "Sweetie, he says he's fine," Dad sighed, as if that was the end of it. Cormac cleared his throat. "Thanks for saving my son." "Fuck off," I scoffed without hesitation. "Jack!" Dad snapped at me. "It's the medicine. It's no issue," I said, dismissing it before he could get too mad. Cormac just smirked, completely unfazed. "It's good that you're alrig
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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
