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My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

Henry was tortured so badly that he was almost unrecognizable, but the date stamp showed it wasn't from this year. "According to the criminal's statement, Henry was near death in the second year after they fled to Northern Myralis. So Joanna sold his organs, one by one," the officer explained. Henry was dead. He probably never understood why Joanna, the woman he once loved and trusted, had done this to him. But I did. I had once stumbled upon Dad's old notebook. I learned from it that the case back then had an anonymous tipster. This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor.

Astrid It was nothingness. Not black, not white. Not dark or light—just nothing. I could feel my body somehow, and I remembered everything, but at the same time, I was confused. Was this the afterlife? If it was, it sucked. We were made to believe there’s a whole new world out there after death, some peaceful realm or great beyond. So why, then, was I here? Why was there only emptiness? I sat down, pulling my knees to my chest. I felt light. Lighter than I’ve been since I could think for myself.

A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing. Eventually, the screaming stopped. Moments later, a fire ignited inside the warehouse, its flames spreading rapidly. Trinity had ended her own life. Without Nathan, Heath Group didn't last long. The company was devoured within days. When Jake was handling Nathan's affairs, he could only sigh. I had no more regrets. With nothing left to tether me to this world, I disappeared into the void.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

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.

I had endured because Dante held my hand and told me there would be a life after all of it. Now that life had finally come, he wanted me to hide it. “If you truly love me,” I said, “why is my child the one who has to disappear?” Dante’s expression darkened. “Don’t make it sound like that.” “But that is what you’re doing.” A few guards and staff members had started looking toward the office. Dante noticed and lowered his voice. “We’ll talk at home.” He guided me out through the private elevator. Serena followed us without being asked.

Back to the afterlife. **** To Be Continued

"It's nothing much. I was just reading a web novel. The author's got a great sense of humor." "What novel is it? I like reading web novels, too. Recommend some good ones to me!" "I've been reading one about a genius doctor. It's pretty interesting. I think the author's pen name… was the Wild Storyteller, or something like that," Serena said. "Considering how good he is at writing, I bet he's good-looking, too!"

She was hoping that there is something she could use to know what their future will be. | Afterlife is different from reincarnation. In after-life, existence takes place in a spiritual realm. In other popular views, the individual may be reborn into this world and begin the life cycle over again, likely with no memory of what they have done in the past. | "That's it? What about the peculiar reincarnation?" She asked the book as if it would reply.