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Behind her, the thunder roared — the mansion lights flickering again. I jerked my arm free, my voice cracking. “Why show yourself now?” Her smile faded. “Because it’s almost time. Project Rebirth is active again. And when the final phase begins…” She leaned closer, her breath brushing against my ear. “…only one of us gets to survive.” Before I could react, she shoved me back. Hard. I hit the edge of the table and fell, the flashlight rolling away. The balcony doors swung open from the wind, sending papers flying.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

Lewis. The problem was, Mr. Lewis had already gotten into trouble. They didn't expect another one of Megatech's partners to also bite the dust… Amelia didn't remember hearing about a company collapsing in her past life. She rubbed her nose bridge. Some things went differently in her past life. Even with this second chance at life, she couldn't predict everything. For example, Nicole hadn't returned to the country until now in her past life. Yet, she was back now in this life.

She looked up at the ceiling, wondering if Kenziel was already on his way, and if he knew that he was walking into a grave. The game had changed, even reality too as the pieces seems to be set — and for the first time, Rebecca realized that her second chance might just be a longer way to die.

She stood in the ruins of the office, her obsidian suit turning into a Deep Crimson. "You think a 'Reboot' saves you?" Vivienne laughed, and her voice was now joined by a thousand others—the voices of the Platform’s Owners. "You’ve just moved from 'Liquidation' to 'Hostile Takeover.' If you won't be shredded, you’ll be Re-Branded." Behind Vivienne, a new figure emerged from the static. A man who looked exactly like Julian Thorne, but with No Eyes. "Meet the 'Replacement,' " Vivienne whispered. "The Version of you that doesn't need a Reader. The Version that is Pure AI."

"The Nineteenth Cycle didn't end with a death, Darlene. It ended with a System-Restore, and your first execution is the one who just Woke up in the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Second Layer." I looked at Eryx, my heart stopping as I realized the final, staggering betrayal: every monster I had ever killed, every ghost I had ever laid to rest, was being "Re-Booted" by the Loom to serve as the Guardians of the Next Four Hundred Layers. "Silas," I whispered, the name tasting like cold ash.

While devouring their meal, they watched as my body slowly lost warmth until I froze to death, becoming a corpse in the snow. In my past life, they managed to hold out until rescue arrived because they saved the food meant for me and had gained a little more space in the car. As for me, I became the unfortunate woman in the news who supposedly froze to death after leaving the car in an angry fit. Now that I was reborn, I wouldn't be a fool trying to wake them from their foolish thinking. I was going to watch them swallow their poison. "Ugh! Why is the pot taking so long to get hot?" Pamela complained impatiently as she poked at the half-raw meatballs.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

When she can’t supply them with an answer she would be easily declined. “You were unsuccessful?” “Please just pour me some tea or coffee… whichever one brings me closer to drinking myself to death, would be fine.” Evy had come home, jobless, yet again. This was her third day of trying to find one and it wasn’t looking good. The memory of the Duke gave her an arrogant look had her spirits down. Added with the feeling of being jobless, it has been a long time since she was like this, and was getting desperate. “Holly”