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To evaluate this beauty, she can only use one word "excellent" It didn't seem too bad, with this lively face, compared to her previous stiff appearance, it was truly a new land. Scarlet is very satisfied with her current body, but… Has she been reincarnated? Reincarnated in her previous life? Scarlet's head ached, and a large number of strange memories rushed into her mind, each image running through her head like a movie.

Boom! Demon-slain Finger — Scaring All the Gods and Ghosts by the Third Finger! Even before the last remaining bodyguard could emit so much as a grunt of pain, he was squashed to death like a crushed orange and the ground beneath him split as if making space for a grave for him. Buzz! Innumerable strands of Reincarnation Lines materialized like gossamer spider webs around him. With only his mind, Chu Xun willed the Reincarnation Lines forward, hurtling them like an army of purple snakes and serpents at the Zombie host.

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.

“You have. There were certain requirements that allow you to have that choice. However, you lost the chance to complete those requirements. Your transmigration to Arrianne’s body is considered accidental. We were only trying some method if you can still use your chance to return to the past.” “Okay, I’m listening. I want an explanation of this weird occurrence.” Yes, for her, it is a weird occurrence. For someone who doesn’t believe in rebirth or transmigration, although she enjoys reading with such genre, her situation was indeed strange and unusual.

Chapter 20 Carlin’s P.O.V. I clutch Clarissa's hand tightly as we emerged from the forest, heading towards my pack's settlement. We had just communed with the moon goddess, who had revealed to us our past lives. We were also informed about the possible danger the consequences of reincarnation could bring. The healer who guided us during the process had informed us about the Hunter God, who we had also met during the communing. All these events left us worried and wondering what would happen next.

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

After the reincarnation, I always felt like I had lost some parts of my memory. However, Kelly's insulting words indirectly brought back my memories. In my past life, after my daughter and I were locked up in the house, I had begged Justin desperately. I reminded him we were his wife and child and asked him how he could bear to treat us in such a way. However, Justin retorted, "My wife and child? It's still yet to be determined if she's my daughter."

The scene inside the hall was far more overwhelming than Aria had imagined. The entire Reincarnation Hall had no beams or pillars to support it. Its dome soared dozens of feet high. It resembled an inverted starry sky, with countless threads of golden light spilling downward, shimmering like stars. A massive platform carved from centuries-old marble stood in the middle of the hall. Its smooth and milky-white surface was etched with endless tracks of reincarnation. Each line represented the past and present lives of a mortal. Every detail was perfectly outlined—from birth to death, from good to evil. This was the Reincarnation Record.

I called out,, my voice dropping into that melodic, low voice, a damsel in distress, I would call it that. Then he raised his hands punching the glass as his power went through it, the glass didn't just break, it evaporated under the force of his fist. He removed the barrier between us as if it was made of paper. Now, as we stood on the corridor, I watched as a dead man came forward, to take mine away from me again. Ronan Nightshade, back from the dead again, why won't he just stay dead.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins