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Matt tried to live a distant and quiet life. He avoided the world, the world he couldn't accept. He tried to make the world his own, and buried his true self in oblivion. He forced himself, in his own way, to be unlike the people he hated. He hated his true self. Matt managed to do this for twenty-seven years. But his true self continued to grow stronger, disrupting his life, forcing him to return and hide with his own kind. Mark didn't expect an event to end his dreams and his self-confidence. Until one night, he met a woman with a strange scent, a scent only found in his destined mate. Matt's attempts to avoid the captivating allure of that woman's scent were in vain. Matt couldn't stop his heart from beating again. Gradually, Matt fell in love with the woman. Because of this, Matt was forced to reveal himself, the woman accepted who he really was and live a normal life with the woman. This became a threat to those like Matt. The secret of his true self was revealed. The truth is that every time Matt falls in love, he must kill the woman he loves. This time, for the second time, Matt refused to lose the woman he loved to his own hands. So, Matthew took the woman and hid again with his kind. But in this meeting, Matt learns that the woman is not destined to be his mate, but the last descendant of a clan, a fierce rival of his kind. And according to the book of wisdom, the previous woman destined to be the most powerful, the one who will destroy all kinds including Matt."

I have been reborn 999 times, all to save my husband from the woman he can never forget. Each time, he hides the truth from me, only to be tricked by her into entering that room destined to go up in flames. He always dies in the fiery explosion. Nearly a thousand lifetimes pass, and I never once complain, even though loving him tears me apart. However, this time, I have made up my mind. I won't save him. This time, I will watch him die with my own eyes.

In the madness of life, we find the madness of life in ourselves. We are a reflection of the madness of life. We are the embodiment of a crazy life.

Love is something that hurts. He has always deceived me out of a grudge I don't understand. [we're getting divorced] "I will never divorce you." a voice full of pressure refused my request. Am I really never going to get out of this messed-up relationship?

My words can kill. Whatever I say comes true. When I was eight, my cruel adoptive father kicked me into an icy river. I glared at him and said furiously, "You'll drown if you go into water." The next day, he drowned in a stinking ditch where the water barely reached his knees. After realizing I could really kill people, I was so scared I stopped talking and became a mute. A year ago, I was taken back to the Shaw family. In order to stay with the family that I'd finally found after all these years, I absolutely refused to speak. But one day, after Jackie Shaw took a sip of the drink I brought him, he suddenly convulsed and fell to the floor, his face turning purple. A maid screamed in terror, "There's peanut powder in the drink!" Before I could even say anything, my twin sister, Violet, kicked the coffee table, grabbed my hair, and pressed me down hard onto the broken glass shards. "You know Jackie is severely allergic to peanuts! How could you poison him?!" After Mom gave Jackie an emergency injection, she turned around and slapped me hard. "I can't believe I gave birth to a malicious monster like you!" Dad's face was ashen. He splashed boiling tea all over me. "You heartless, vicious ingrate! I can't believe you tried to kill Jackie out of jealousy!" Boiling water mixed with blood dripped down my face, and I clenched my teeth tightly. They had no idea that if I truly wanted him dead, I wouldn't even need to poison him. I just had to speak. Like this. I slowly looked up at Jackie, and my lips moved...

A serial killer targeted me. My sister-in-law was assaulted and murdered while trying to save me. Not only did I refuse to call the police, I pushed my father-in-law and mother-in-law down a flight of stairs when they came to help. I even helped the killer destroy the evidence. When my husband learned that his entire family got killed, he broke down in tears. He grabbed me by the collar and demanded, "Why? Why would you do this?" I deliberately waved photographs of his family's gruesome deaths in front of him and burst into laughter. "Why?" I sneered. "Because they deserved it." My parents begged me to cooperate so I wouldn't be sentenced to death. Instead, I publicly severed all ties with them. Meanwhile, the murderer who escaped justice struck again, claiming another victim. As public outrage reached its peak, I was selected for the Memory Extraction Program. Before the sentence was carried out, my husband asked me one final time, "The Memory Extraction System is still a prototype. You could die during the procedure. "Tell us the truth now, and there's still a chance to make things right." I slowly raised my head to look at him. "You're not getting a single word out of me." The crowd instantly erupted. People shouted that a worthless life like mine deserved to die. But when my memories were finally extracted, they were the ones crying and begging someone to save me.