Novel & Cerita System Vs Rebirth

The memory brought his blood to a furious boil. ".....That bastard! Right when I was about to win he cheats...and then he's REBORN! The fuck are those odds!?" As he thought of the absurdity of it all he couldn't help but clench his jaw and ball his fist in anger. This seemed to grab Prof. Callista's attention. "You wanna tell me what happened?" She asked with a look of concern while her eyes stayed focused on her work. "That filthy meathead cheated and the System seemed to reward him for it by giving him an early Rebirth..and a RARE Class rebirth at that...dammit!!" He roared— slightly from pain in his ribs and mostly from jealousy.

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“Killing me outside Forladtt Land posed a risk. You were worried that I might escape. Even if you killed me, you were afraid I could be reborn. “However, it’s different here! Once you kill me in Forladtt Land, I’ll be completely annihilated, and there’s no chance for me to reincarnate. That’s how you can easily eliminate the so-called trouble.” Rebella’s face could not hold back the tension. She raised her hand slowly, and a majestic Genesis Power surrounded her arm. “Now that I’ve exposed your true face, are you planning to take action?” James squinted. “You’ve said enough!” Rebella’s voice was full of killing intent. “It’s time to send you on your way.”

I planned on returning a month ago but I was delayed by my pregnancy as it may harm my fetus. Yes, I'm pregnant, and I'm proud to admit that the child is Dawson's. I was happy when I found out about my pregnancy, and it was around that time that I decided to come back but due to the dangers of the road as it might harm my child, and I planned on returning in two months time when the fetus would be strong enough but I couldn't stop myself from returning as my parents are dead. “I won't take on any position if you don't include him in,” I added with a determined look on my face. It hurt me that Dawson is still being judged because of his identity as a rogue which I had promised wouldn't happen

I have to fix everything I broke. Outside her window, the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. A new beginning. Or perhaps, a second chance at the beginning she'd thrown away.?

His restraint held firm, letting space breathe between us. “I remember waking up on that private jet,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “The first day of this second life. I was terrified. I thought rebirth was my punishment - a chance to relive the pain so I could finally escape it. I planned everything. The contract. The revenge. The quiet exit with my freedom secured.” Another step forward, then. Still holding his gaze without looking away. “But maybe… maybe it wasn’t punishment. Maybe it was a second chance to find something real. Not just survival. Not just revenge. But this.”

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?"

The glowing green amniotic fluid suspending the bio-mechanical processor matrices bubbled violently, its internal pressure gauges spiking into a dangerous, erratic rhythm that completely bypassed Garrett's digital control loops. ​Vivian’s fingers froze a millimeter above the primary console interface, her blue eyes reflecting the cascading violet strings of foreign code. REBIRTH_LOGIC_01. The designation wasn't just an administrative tag; it was a deeply hard-coded, fundamental master routine built into the absolute bedrock of the continental infrastructure. Her future knowledge—the golden finger timeline data she had used to slaughter her past-life executioners—began to crack under the sudd

“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.