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Chapter 25: The Ball Begins
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Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 347 – The Gemstone
Jim’s gaze lingered on the two cup handles for a long moment, his expression unreadable—like a man weighing unseen possibilities. Then, after a brief search inside his coat, his fingers drew something out from beneath the folds of fabric.It was a shard—small, faintly luminous, etched with patterns so old and intricate they seemed almost alive. The light refracted off its surface like fire flickering in the dark.Alia froze, instantly recognizing it—the fragment of the Holy Grail that Jim had fought so ruthlessly to win at the auction. Her breath caught as the memory surged up: that same golden radiance flashing under the chandeliers, just as it glowed now.But what was he planning?The answer came a heartbeat later. Without hesitation, Jim flicked his wrist and tossed the fragment toward her.Alia instinctively caught it. The shard was icy to the touch, the chill biting through her palm, straight into her chest.“Thanks for the cup handles,” Jim said lightly, his tone carrying that f
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 346 – The Cup Handles Found
“Then let’s follow it,” Jim said, his fingertip brushing along the compass’s edge. There was a faint glint of provocation in his eyes. “This thing has a time limit. If it doesn’t work, I might have to ask you to ‘borrow’ a bit more blood. You make it sound easy, but I’m guessing you wouldn’t like that, would you? Still a little reluctant to hurt your beloved one, hmm?”Alia gave a cold snort, her expression calm though her eyes tightened slightly.“Hmph, I just don’t want too many attempts drawing attention,” she replied firmly, though her tone carried a trace of unease. “Let’s go and see where your compass actually leads.”Jim merely smiled, saying nothing more. He raised the compass—now completely stained a deep crimson. The needle quivered as though pulled by an invisible force, then turned slowly and locked in one steady direction.—And so, the two of them began to walk.In the darkness, the tunnel ahead grew narrower and the damp air thickened with the faint tang of iron. The cri
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 345: The Compass
Jim flicked his fingers lightly, sending the final drop of blood into the strange compass before him. The crimson bead sank into the engraved pattern, spreading along the etched grooves like it was being swallowed by an invisible abyss. A low, resonant hum rippled through the air, and for a brief instant, the entire cavern seemed to pulse as if dragged by some unseen force.He lifted his head, that familiar, unsettling smile curving at the corner of his lips.“What are you talking about?” Alia’s voice cut softly through the stillness, carrying a thread of restrained tension.Jim turned to her, a glint of mockery flickering in his eyes.“The handle of the Grail, of course. Who else would you think—Marcellus? Ha!” He laughed, the sound light yet sharp. “Even if I tracked him, it wouldn’t help me. You really do lose your calm when you care too much.”That smile was like a blade drawn across her nerves—casual in tone, but every word a deliberate test.Alia’s pulse tightened. She couldn’t
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 344 — Preparation II
Throughout the entire process, Jim said almost nothing, yet every motion of his hands carried deliberate precision — a performance meant to appear ancient and mystical, while concealing within it the precision of modern physics and biochemistry.He dipped a strip of bandage into a specially prepared solution, the liquid faintly luminous under the dim light, then laid out several sterilized scalpels beside the altar — their blades gleaming with a cold, clinical clarity. Near them sat a small golden casket, its surface engraved with runes not belonging to any known language. Inside it were several thin metallic plates, etched with symbols that looked as though they had been taken from another age entirely.Alia watched in silence, her gaze sharpening with each step. She could not claim to fully understand every reagent or every sigil’s function, but guided by the intuition she had honed years ago under Jim’s tutelage, she knew this was far from empty ritual. What she was witnessing was
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 343: Preparation (I)
The air inside the cavern grew heavier, denser, as though even oxygen bent beneath the pressure of the glowing runes. The cold blue reflections fractured the lamplight into slender ribbons that crawled along the walls and across Alia’s face. She could feel the weight of the ritual pressing inward—familiar, yet disquietingly changed.Familiar, because she had seen such a setup once before, in another lifetime.Unfamiliar, because this time every single component had been recalibrated by Jim—rearranged, improved, and, inevitably, made more dangerous.Her pupils tightened. Every sense stretched toward a knife-edge of awareness.In her previous life, she had never truly touched the Holy Grail’s core secret; she had never known how deep its connection ran with Jim. Now, a single vial of Marcellus’s blood could alter everything. Even if this was merely a “tracking” ritual, the forces it might awaken could be far more intricate—and perilous—than they appeared. She had to absorb every detail,
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 342: The Altar
Jim pointed toward a corner, his tone calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority.“Sit there for now. I need to make some preparations.”Alia nodded without a word. She walked over and sat down on the stone bench he indicated. The air deep underground was faintly damp, tinged with the mixed scent of rust and herbs. The walls had been polished smooth—unnaturally so—stone veins glinting with a cold sheen, more like the walls of a carefully engineered workshop than a natural cave. In the corners stood neatly stacked wooden crates and metal instruments, all meticulously cleaned of dust. The dim yellow light came from several ancient oil lamps mounted along the rock face, their flickering flames slicing the shadows into fragments.The sight stirred a ripple deep within Alia’s heart.—Of course she had been here before.In her past life, this was the place where she first witnessed Jim’s other side. Back then, she had been a novice brought here for a trial. She still remembered the scene v
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