I Got Reincarnated And Mistaken As A Genius นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Liam was hesitant, our eyes met and slowly, he also bowed. “Your speech.” The elder who had crowned me said. At that moment, my whole life flashed before my eyes, how it all started. The horrible things I passed through as a lowlife in Liam’s awful hands, my death, my reincarnation, and my ascension to the highest level of power.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Perhaps those memories, skills, and instincts were buried deep within this body, waiting for the right moment to surface. Alia furrowed her brow, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. She had assumed that reincarnation merely meant swapping one body for another, that this vessel would influence her only in terms of physical attributes like strength or appearance. But now, it seemed this body’s memories were subtly seeping into her consciousness, granting her abilities she had never possessed.

"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.

His body felt as if all strength had been drained from it, lying limply on the ground, his empty eyes staring at the sky as the light in them gradually faded. Amelia's gaze sharpened: "Who are you?" "Who am I?" Isaiah swallowed the metallic taste. "I am a genius, a once-in-a-century genius, yet you imprisoned me in a cage. The world forgot me, all because of you! My future was ruined! I was forced to serve you!" "Imprisoned?" Amelia raised an eyebrow. "You mean I imprisoned you? Or... you were the one I imprisoned in my previous life?" She had not expected Isaiah to also be someone reborn, but after recalling Cloudwalker's comments about him, it all made sense.

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”

We had been locked in a struggle for dominance, for power, and it had consumed us all. But I had died, and I had been given a second chance. I had been reincarnated, born again into this world, and I had thought that I would be able to escape the mistakes of my past. But it seemed that I was doomed to repeat them, to relive the same struggles, the same pains.

You're making your plans obvious enough for us to see! Wendy fell to the ground and spat out blood. What little color she regained was lost, and she nearly blacked out again. The bodyguard snickered and dragged her into a room. I wanted to stop her, but Annabelle swung her bag with full force, slamming me to the floor. Furious, she roared, "So that's what happened! Both of you lied to me in my past life!" My heart jumped. The truth was out. Like me, Annabelle was reborn. No wonder she was so sure that I was lying, even before I could ask for her help back then.

Sean's head snapped up. His eyes widened sharply. "How... how do you know that?" "Because I lived through it." I leaned back in my chair, my words as sharp as a blade. "Sean, I was reborn too. I figured out you had been reborn the moment you chose the Parkers first." The air inside the café seemed to freeze. Sean's mouth opened, but no sound came out. "You envied the way I was cherished. You envied the freedom I had to focus on writing.

Richard looked at Evelyn. She did. Evelyn closed her eyes. Ethan turned toward her. Grandma? She did not answer. Ethan stepped closer. You told us you created Project Rebirth to save people. I did. You told us Evan was a copy. He was supposed to be. But he wasn't. Evelyn looked at him. No. He was the original. Ethan felt as though the floor had disappeared beneath him. Then what am I? Richard answered quietly. You are the second attempt.