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"First: You continue as you are now, protecting me and my family. I will continue to hold onto your forty percent share of the supplies for you. You can have access to them whenever you want, and I will be responsible for all your needs—food, shelter, transportation, everything—in the apocalypse. However, all supplies we gather from now on will be distributed by me. From now on, we’ll be one team." "Second: I can give you back your forty percent share of the supplies right now. After that, we go our separate ways and have nothing more to do with each other." "Third: If you’re thinking about trying to control me, or threatening my family to take all the supplies for yourselves, let me be clea

"Maybe your coming back changed something. Maybe your actions—the divorce, the training, everything—altered the timeline." "So the apocalypse isn't coming?" "I didn't say that. I said it's not coming when we expected. It could still come. Just later." I closed my eyes. All those days I'd spent preparing. All the fear. All the urgency. And now it was gone. Poof. Like it had never existed. "What do I do now?" I asked. "Everything I planned was based on the timeline I remembered. If that's gone—" "You adapt." His voice was firm. "You survive. That's what you do, Emma. You adapt and you survive."

Although she doesn't know if her way of making pills is different from here. Soheila got up and ordered the two fluffy small spirit beasts to clean the cave. She went to her wooden bed in the cave and sat on it. Before she came here, she collected a lot of herbs and seeds in case of an emergency. Soheila took out some herbs to refine the Rebirth pill. Rebirth pill is a pill to change all the bones to make them sturdier and clean the meridians, and that can also level up. On Earth, this is a common pill for summoners to level up their summoning skills.

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?"

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

My pulse pounds in my ears but I force myself to keep moving. Don't stop. Don't look just keep walking. The fire bulbs continue leading me forward. Yet the deeper I travel, the worse everything becomes, the houses begin to decay, wood hangs from walls, doors swing open, broken windows resemble jagged teeth. The smell of rotting flesh thickens, something wet squelches beneath my shoe, I look down and instantly regret it, a decayed hand lies on the ground. Its fingers curl upward as though reaching for help, a scream climbs my throat, I swallow it.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

"Anyway, it's something really cool and also helps to distract me from the day to day." I finished packing for the game and looked up at Hyperion, he seemed immersed in his thoughts. I turned my face and saw that there was no change, I took the tablet and wrote down the information, I needed to do this every half hour, I set the alarm clock on my cell phone. “But, I don't like playing Vampire: Masquerade that much, I much prefer playing Werewolf: Apocalypse, because there's nothing better than turning into a 3m tall animal to beat enemies, or anything from Cthulhu. Insanity is my middle name for sure.”

Pain flared, but now it was sharp and cold — no longer soft and naive. “You see clearly now. Use it. Trust only what you can control.” I nodded. I would. No more blind loyalty. No more misplaced kindness. Survival first. The interface pulsed, bright and insistent. I stared at the task: [Task: Gather basic survival supplies. Reward: Evolution Points + Inventory Expansion] I exhaled slowly, letting the weight of it settle. This wasn’t just training anymore — this was preparation. The apocalypse would come, and I wouldn’t have the luxury of perfect conditions. I needed everything I could get.

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline