Reborn: I Refuse To Save The Traitors Novels & Stories

were replaced by the glitching, static-filled visage of the Algorithm. ​"This is a violation of the Terms!" the Chairman roared, his voice doubling into a synthesized drone. "The 'Hard Reboot' was a binding contract! We returned you to the urban setting! We gave you the empires! We gave you the romance! You are supposed to be Grounded!"

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.

The strength in Victor’s body gave out. I released him, picked up a knife nearby, raised my hand, and drove it down. Thud. Thud. Thud. Again and again, until his body was nothing but a sieve. Then I used my ability once more, draining every last drop from the remains on the ground. Ten years of torment and humiliation, and all the restraint and planning after my rebirth, finally ended today. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed at the sky. “I’ve taken my revenge! Today, I finally got my revenge!”

As the jet took off, piercing through the storm clouds on its way toward Scotland, Gabriel finally began to speak. His voice came through the cabin intercom cold, flat, and devoid of any emotion. “Mavric, do you truly believe your father was some kind of hero trying to protect you?” Gabriel began, launching straight into a psychological assault. Julian Thorne created the Rebirth Programme not to save the world. He built it simply because he could never accept the reality of Catherine’s death. He intended to use Liora’s biometric data to implant Catherine’s memories into a new vessel.

The system finally returned. 【Original task terminated.】 【Contract Holder Isabella Caruso has completed death settlement.】 【Irreversible regret detected in target individual.】 【Hidden compensation condition fulfilled.】 A new option appeared before me. 【One identity reset is available.】 【The original body, identity, and family ties will not be retained.】 【Accept new identity?】 Matteo was still kneeling beside me, saying he loved me now that it could save nothing. I no longer needed the answer.

A week before the college entrance exam, my twin brother, Tristan Doyle, runs away with a delinquent. Our parents abandon their massive corporate empire and set out to search for him. I intend to join the search, but a comment abruptly flashes across my vision. "Don't go, Ryan! If you skip the exam too, your family is doomed!" With no other choice, I shoulder the pressure and walk into the exam hall alone. Yet the moment the exams end, my parents return and lock me in the basement. Ten years later, I finally escape, only to discover that Tristan has stolen my identity. He's celebrated as that year's top scorer, gets a degree from a prestigious university, and is even married to my former

“But I’ve spent two lifetimes almost telling you how I feel, and I don’t want to waste one more second holding back the parts that actually matter.” “Then don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back.” “I love you.” The words came out steady, certain, nothing like the careful deflection he’d used for weeks before finally confessing his rebirth at the harbor. “Not because of the conspiracy, not because of what we’ve survived together, though God knows that’s part of it now. I love you because of who you’ve chosen to become in the middle of all of it. Steady. Fierce. Soft in all the ways that matter, even after everything that’s tried to make you hard.”

But I was still me. And I was going to save the world. No matter what it cost. The next morning, I led another raid. Then another. Then another. I became unstoppable. The infected feared me. The survivors worshipped me. And I kept fighting. For Adrian. For Elena. For the survivors. For the world. Because that was my purpose. That was my destiny. That was my reason for being reborn. I walked into the light. And I was ready for whatever came next.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

Kael snarled, "And what will you do? You're just a pup compared to the likes of us. You have no power here." Sophia straightened up, not budging an inch. "Maybe not yet. But I have my family, and we will fight back." "Your family won't save you from this," Kael belittled. "Daniel, are you with us or against us? Daniel turned to Sophia with a look of uncertainty, his eyes not knowing quite which way to turn. "I… I don't know," he whispered. Above her frustration and terror rose. "Daniel, please, you know who I am! You know I would never betray you."