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I said, “Think again. I`ve raped, killed, stole a car but never went to jail. That’s why they call me Mastermind. That’s why I was expelled from school. Now, do you still think it would be best if I don’t know?” He laughed, “So you are the famous Mastermind?” he asked, “Did you kill that girl?” I smoked on that without responding to him then said, “Tell me about yourself.” “All I can say is I`m born again now. Though I`m not a religious person.” “I understand what you mean. But can you at least tell me what made you change your lifestyle, please?”

By the time he realized, the gun in his hand was gone. Dante did not hesitate to shoot at the legs of the other two bastards; they shouted loudly throughout the abandoned house. "Stupid dog! You want to betray your master! Damn it, it hurts!" Born constantly scolds his juniors. Dante immediately ran to Fidelia, picked her up, and ran outside; when Born got up to chase him, Dante shot him another shot. Both of Born's legs were paralyzed, unable to move; his whole body lost strength and collapsed.

"You freed the world from narrative control, yes?" "We resisted a timeline reset," Adrian said carefully. "Made the world truly real." "Then you freed us all. Demons most of all." Morgath's voice turned emotional. "We've been trapped in roles—monsters, villains, threats. Unable to break free from how the story defined us. But you showed that roles can be rewritten. That we choose who we become." Other demons stepped forward, echoing her words. They'd all felt the shift when the timeline became permanently real. Felt narrative constraints lifting.

“Ouch! Loud much.” I was making my way in and tippy-toed in hopes I’d spot Zach, Jason, or Erica. I was about to go around the group of people dancing when I suddenly heard a familiar beat. The DJ began to play, ‘Black Out Days by Phantogram’, one of my favorite songs, but you already know that. I stepped forward but then hesitated. What was stopping me? Nobody knew me. I was unrecognizable and I was Raven tonight. Raven the Daredevil, a rebel who loved speed. That was my persona when I would hop on my bike.

I didn't want to see her marriage implode, so I idiotically kept her secrets, not expecting her to weaponize my silence. She pinned all her trashy affairs, accidental pregnancies, and debts onto me, ultimately making me take the fall for a crime that ended my life. The blinding terror of my death in that past life was still fresh in my mind. But now that I was reborn, I refused to play the sacrificial lamb again. The Carters were one of the most prominent families in the city. Marrying Jake was Brenda's golden ticket out of her working-class roots. Jake's parents had always looked down on her humble background. If they ever found out she was actively stepping out on their son, she would be t

"When I left Moretti, I had already returned everything I owed. The things you want to give me now were things I didn’t want three years ago. I want them even less now." The light in Adrian’s eyes cracked. "What about me?" he whispered. "You won’t even give me a chance to apologize?" "Apologizing is your choice. Accepting it is mine." His fingers curled around the edge of the window, and his voice nearly shook. "Elena, I wronged you in the last life too, didn’t I?" I lifted my eyes. Adrian stared at me as if he had finally caught the answer he feared most. "You remember too," he said. "You were reborn too."

I was trying to be helpful. She held my gaze. “That’s not comforting.” “It’s not meant to be comforting. It’s just true. People are capable of being terrible and genuine at the same time. Your father built something real and he built it on something ugly and he tried to stop the ugly part too late.” I held her gaze. “That doesn’t mean the thing he built isn’t worth saving. It means it needs someone better than him running it.” “Xavier found the scientist. His name is Dr. Cliver Wilder. The researcher who worked on the original trials. He’s been meeting with him. That’s where he went during the digital silence.”

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.

"Honey, if that lucky star dies, so be it. But our son… What a waste." Archie pulled her into his arms, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. "She's not dead yet. Don't worry. I've got a plan. Ethan will not only wake up. He'll go viral and bring us even more traffic. As for this lucky star, let her die with purpose." After that, he submitted an application for the rebirth trial. The video ended. Watching the scenes flash by one after another, I fell into thought. After a moment, I finally let go.

That was until I returned to that day… "Jules, honey, I told you I was only giving her a ride home. It was dangerous for a young woman to walk home alone so late at night. Can we just drop this? Stop being mad at me, okay?" Zachary Langford's voice came through the phone. It was word-for-word what I had heard in my previous life. I looked at the hotel entrance in front of me and couldn't help but shiver. I had been reborn. "Jules, are you there? Are you really not coming home tonight? You know I'm going to worry about you," he continued over the phone. "Why don't you tell me which hotel you're staying at? That way, I know where to find you if anything hap—"