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Reincarnation is in sight, she doesn't want to miss this opportunity. Rail is the same, he still maintains his job performance. Picking up souls that will die and humans who end their lives by compulsion, namely suicide. Rail is also busy supervising all the performance of his subordinates who had declined due to many problems in the holy land, heaven. He didn't completely get rid of the feeling, in fact in his heart his love for Ardina grew stronger and stronger. Until he completely forgot the time.

“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.”

Ezekiel Chen sat in the dimly lit control room of his sprawling mansion, his eyes glued to the large screen in front of him. The live stream of the reality show played silently, capturing every laugh, every movement, and every word spoken by the cast. But Ezekiel wasn’t watching them. His gaze was fixated solely on Daisy.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

The date flashed before my eyes, and my stomach lurched from shock. October 19, 2021. Three years ago. My breath caught in my throat, my vision spinning. *This isn’t possible. I stared at the date again, disbelief washing over me. I should be three years into the future, pregnant, and dead at the bottom of our mansion. But I’ve been brought back. Back when I was still his obedient wife. My hands trembled, and I gripped the phone tighter, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The nightmare I had just woken from—it hadn’t been a dream. It was a warning. A glimpse of what was to come if I let history repeat itself.

Elsa cried with her last breath seeing as the coin glowed a blue light before she busted into pixel dust hoping that her bid for reincarnation was accepted by the spirits who definitely heard her voice. At this point Elsa died with her unborn child and the Gods saw the pain she had gone through and accepted her wish to reincarnate her back. She will be reincarnated into a new family to be in the school of magic where her destiny as the most powerful mage of all time, will begin. For indeed, she will take her revenge on all those that hurt her and her unborn child. For she will be called Elsa; The powerful reincarnated mage Luna.

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I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

The horrific sight of my newborn turning to dust. The phantom pain still burned in my bones. The chaos of the hall swallowed me. I snapped back to reality. I was reborn. I was back at the exact moment our Progenitor, Lucius Nightshade, was about to be fatally hit. I touched my heavy, pregnant belly. I ruthlessly shoved down the mate bond humming in my blood. The assassin was about to detonate a vest full of silver explosives. I didn't hesitate. I shoved the blinded Lucius hard behind a massive obsidian pillar.

"Viviana, call Serafina!" Hearing that familiar command again, I jolted awake. I had been reborn. Without hesitation, I dialed Serafina Calvetti's number. Dante Ravenna's face flushed crimson, his gaze burning with hazy desire as he looked at me. In my past life, I made the fatal mistake of giving myself to him because of that look. In the end, I died along with my unborn child. This time, I avoided his lust-filled eyes, clouded by whatever drug was coursing through his system, and left his room quickly.