Hitman Reborn Dub Mga Nobela at Kwento

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.

“The fuck…?” Crouched in the jeep, the bodyguard watched everything happen through a crack in the window. When the so-called High Chancellor peeled the synthetic skin from his face, revealing someone entirely different, the bodyguard’s brain just… froze. He didn’t recognize the man, but judging from Stephan’s expression, that man wasn’t just an impostor. They knew each other. Outside, the two men stared each other down. “Since I’m in a good mood…” Stephan muttered again, cracking his neck, “…let’s settle this for once, and for all.” He tossed his gun to the ground with a metallic clunk.

I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper as I looked up at him, pain tearing through me with each breath. He sneered, pressing harder on the wound. "Long time no see, little brother," he spat, his voice laced with mockery as he ground his boot into the injury, the pain unbearable. The agony was relentless, each second stretching out as he continued his cruel assault. My mind raced, grasping for something, anything to fight back. "Your leg… how… it’s healed," I managed to say, the words coming out in broken gasps. Fielding’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “Oh, I have my ways. Not that it matters to you—you won’t be around long enough to find out,” he sneered, gri

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.

Anonymous tips to rival gangs. Financial sabotage. Doctored messages that sounded real enough to spark blood feuds. Within a week, their enemies were in chaos—turning on each other, desperate and confused. And the police suddenly received packages containing damning evidence: Human trafficking routes. Money laundering maps. Names of leaders. Lists of buyers. Locations of safe houses. Old Man Liam simply said: “Tomas, sit back. They’ll destroy themselves.” Meanwhile, the Vale household tightened its defenses. Sherephina wasn’t allowed to go anywhere alone. Elias assigned two shadows to follow her everywhere without her knowledge — until she guessed it and confronted him.

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

I stretched my hand to him but he ignored my outstretched hand, as he knocked me out. My head hurts as I stirred awake, but no matter how hard I tried to open my eyes I couldn't. I tried to raise my hand to touch my eyes but to no avail. I kept trying but I was unable to move a muscle. My body shuddered as I remembered what had transpired before. I heard footsteps, the sound of door opening soon followed. I stopped trying to move as the footstep stopped in front of me. “It’s time to say goodbye to the world. Only with your death will I be able to rule this pack, you should go on your way now” I heard a voice which I instantly recognized as Dawson's.

"Pay up, sign it over, and I'll upload a video to clear your name." Leaning onto him, Sephine's eyes scanned the cafe, and Jonah said, "Relax. I asked the manager, and there aren't any cameras around here." "So, what was that in the video?" I curiously asked. "Chicken nuggets with some hardened batter that's gnawed away to resemble a rat's skull. It is hilarious that some chicken nuggets can cost your company a loss of millions," Sephine said. She laughed, looking gleeful.

That night, I'd overheard Derek talking to himself. At first, I'd wanted to figure out who he was talking to. Unexpectedly, a cold electronic voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It told me that it was Derek's system. But because I was the target receiving the transferred injuries, the moment I became aware of its existence, it automatically bound itself to me as well. At first, I was surprised, but then I considered the fact that I'd been reborn. Thus, the existence of a system didn't seem that far-fetched.

Principal Hai stated, her tone rigid and demanding. “I apologize if I seemed rather impulsive, but I have reasons to believe that your student is a victim or rather the prime suspect of an arson and homicide attack.” Zina responded and I widened my eyes in shock. It was obvious now who was responsible for this leak... China. It had to be her. “Arson? Homicide? You must be mistaken, Detective.” Principal Hai said, her tone laced with shock and concern. “Then how would you explain this?” Detective Zina said and brought out another photo card, handing it over to Principal Hai. Principal Hai stared at it skeptically for a moment before passing it to me.