Monkey King: Reborn Novels & Stories

A reply from hundreds of people in an instant, but only a repetition -- Unbeaten by name, The Return of the King, Waiting for King Goo.] ------------------

The light funneled downward in a blinding column, slamming directly into Rebel’s chest. A voice filled the clearing. Ancient. Feminine. Absolute. It vibrated through bone and soul alike, leaving no room for doubt. “BORN OF MOON AND MAGIC. CHILD OF TWO CROWNS. THE FIRST HYBRID. THE BRINGER OF BALANCE. THE TRUE HEIR.” Rebel threw her head back as power surged through her—violent, divine, overwhelming. Green flames erupted along her fur. Silver lightning split the earth beneath her paws. The sky cracked open with a deafening thunderclap.

As soon as the monkey finished speaking, the voice of Caspian suddenly came to the ears of the Yin-Yang Bone-eating Monkey. It hurriedly looked up. There was no one else in spirit boat ahead. "When did this guy come?" At this moment, the Yin Yang Bone-eating Monkey felt that all the blood in its body had solidified. Even the exploded butt didn't feel any pain. Instead, it felt cold. It wanted to fight back, but at this time, it felt that its neck was grabbed by someone. Then, as the most powerful force of demons, it seemed to become a huge joke at this moment.

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.