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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.

While he and his first love celebrated the success of the surgery, I clutched my daughter’s ashes and died on the way to the cemetery. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to that night of utter absurdity. This time, I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg— I just walked away to Cambridge, and he went mad trying to find me. ... Seeing the man lying next to me, my heart stopped. My whole body aches as if it has been run over by a car, and the mess on the floor reminded me that I had been reborn. While Gilbert was still asleep, I tiptoed to put on my clothes, preparing to jump out the window and run away.

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.

"I'm just an observer of your second life, not a judge. I can't interfere with mortals past this." "Then kill me!" I begged. "It's the only thing I can do to make it up to him! Take my life instead!" The system's voice was sharp. "Again, foolish. I can't revive someone who is already going to fully recover."

In the end, Lancelot will be thrown away by Avery and will be murdered by the crown prince’s assassins. Heck, I’m even one of those mob character that are going to die after a month here, what am I gonna do? I heaved a long sigh. The heavens probably despise me or something, with them reincarnating me in this world just to experience death. I might have an idea why the divinity dislikes me, but... Is being an antisocial really irks the heaven? Are there something wrong with their mind? This is unfair. “Master?”

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

Zelia lightly tap the Emperor's cheek making him glance at her, "Is something hurting you? Should I call the physician right now?" She shook her head, "No need for the physician, my body just need to adjust..." She stopped from talking when she realize something. 'What the hell is going on? Why is this body acting just like my original body? This feeling of adjustment and weird feeling for this body... This body is mine! I would know right away because I'm the owner of this body... did I really got reincarnated? But I really did die back then when I accidentally pull the trigger of the gun, so how? What's happening? Why am I here? This is not heaven or hell... where am I? Did I teleport or w

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

"Physical trauma can heal. You are still young, you need to look after your health..." I couldn't process another word. My ears buzzed, and my crying abruptly choked to a halt. My elbow accidentally brushed against the remote control on the mattress. The television screen opposite the bed flared to life, immediately tuning into a high-society entertainment news channel. A female anchor's lively voice rang out:

Even those who'd suspected, who'd researched, who'd prepared, were stunned by direct confirmation. "That's impossible," an elder protested. "Reincarnation. Soul return. Those are legends. Mythology. Not documented reality." "They're documented extensively," Caleb said, standing. "Eastern Territory archives contain detailed records. Historical accounts spanning centuries. Soul return happens. Rarely. Under specific conditions. When the goddess deems purpose incomplete. When love transcends death. When destiny requires continuation beyond single lifetime. I am proof. Living proof. Undeniable proof." "Prove it then. Demonstrate something only Miguel Reyes would know. Something impossible for ra