Five ruthless figures from various powerful circles tortured me to death six times. This seventh time, I was reborn to my teenage years, at 13. The five of them cornered me in the girls’ restroom, cameras fixed on me. They demanded I strip naked and confess I was a slut. In my previous six lives, these five — incited by Seraphina Hayes’ ‘prophetic dream’ that I was a harbinger of death — brutally murdered me six times. The first life, Julian Blackwood, the future business tycoon, kicked me out of a plane during a skydive, sending me plummeting thousands of feet to my death, leaving no trace of my body. The second life, Dorian Thorne, the future medical giant, falsely accused me of having given birth eight times, branding me as a tainted, used-up whore. The third life, Rico Moretti, the future head of the city’s most powerful crime syndicate, put a bounty on my head. I fled frantically, constantly on the run. Eventually, I died, scarred and broken, at the hands of a hundred people. This seventh time, I refused to be a helpless victim: “There are five perverts secretly filming in the girls’ restroom!” Shock flashed in their eyes. “Damn it, a dog dares to bite back!” Punches rained down on me like bullets. But I secretly started recording. My screams grew even more hysterical: “The peeping Toms are killing someone!” All five of them— Can you really inherit a prominent family and become a titan of your field with a massive scandal hanging over your head? This life, you’ll taste what it’s like to be disowned, to be a stray dog.
As my screams intensified, so did the force of their punches. They surrounded me, forming a suffocating wall that blocked out even the slightest ray of light. It felt like no matter how much I struggled, escape was impossible. Julian Blackwood’s face contorted in vicious rage as he kicked my calf. For a moment, I thought my bone would snap. “Damn it! You little bitch, how dare you accuse us!” “I’m the future business tycoon! Is there anything I can’t get if I want it?” He then pointed to the refined-looking but utterly sinister boy on his right: “This is Dorian Thorne, the future medical giant.” Next were Blake Sterling, the future film mogul, Rico Moretti, the future crime syndicate head, and Reed Ashworth, the future research leader. “Who would believe *we*, destined for greatness and powerful careers, would be perverts secretly filming in a girls’ restroom?” Dorian Thorne, the future medical giant, spoke in a low, heavy voice: “Seraphina was right. This slut is truly the stumbling block in our lives.” “She’s already trying to ruin our reputation! How can the lives of future titans be stained?” The others nodded in agreement: “Such a wicked heart! She deserves to die a thousand deaths!” I spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. “Future titans don’t film secretly, but are you ‘future titans’ *now*?” “You’re all delusional lunatics!” The five yelled again, threatening to kill me. Good. Just like that, expose your ugly faces for the camera. Let everyone see your true colors. Julian Blackwood was so enraged his breathing hitched. He grabbed my collar, teeth gritted, and swung at me: “I’ll smash your teeth in, let’s see how arrogant you are then!” Just then, a long shadow stretched across the stark white tiles of the restroom wall: “Stop it! What are you doing!” A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched my lips, hidden in the shadow. Perfect. I trembled, crying, fear practically etched onto my face: “Mr. Harrison, they came into the girls’ restroom, sneaking around with their phones. So I secretly followed.” “Then they found me. Five boys ganged up and beat me.” I rolled up my uniform pant leg, revealing the shocking red and purple bruises on my calf. Then I limped and huddled behind Mr. Harrison, a move that fully ignited his fury: “Hand over your phones!” In my previous lives, it wasn’t like I hadn’t fought back. But each time, they miraculously escaped consequences. The first time I resisted was in my second life. I told my parents about the bullying, but Julian Blackwood twisted the narrative, claiming I had a crush on him, and when it wasn’t reciprocated, I slandered him. My parents risked offending the Blackwood family, the most powerful dynasty in the city, to check his phone. But all the videos were gone. From then on, I lost my family’s trust and protection, leaving me vulnerable to their manipulation. In my third life, I told Mr. Harrison afterwards. But the five boys all backed each other up. Due to their families’ influence, the matter was quickly swept under the rug. They always found a way to condemn me to death, and I could only obediently wait for it. This time, Julian Blackwood wore his usual irritating smirk: “You can check our phones, but if you find nothing, she has to kneel and apologize in front of the entire school!” This life, I didn’t argue: “Fine. But if you *do* find something, you’ll admit to the media that you’re perverts who secretly film in girls’ restrooms.” My calm, firm words made the five boys glance at each other. A dog that had been obedient for three years was suddenly biting? Mr. Harrison finished checking their phones, his brows furrowed tightly: “Scarlett Hayes, I need an explanation.” Julian Blackwood and the others’ faces clearly showed their triumph: “Have you thought about how you’re going to kneel?” I smiled, cool and unbothered, slowly raising my head from the shadows: “Would the video recorded by my bracelet count as an explanation?”
I had recorded the entire scene. The competition for inheritance among the city’s seven most powerful families was brutal. Even a small scandal could cost them their right to inherit. “Damn it! Where did she get a bracelet from?!” Julian Blackwood couldn’t help but curse. He had been the one to hit me the hardest. In previous lives, my electronic devices had been confiscated six times. This time, I had hidden my bracelet in my bra. Just as I was about to hand the bracelet to Mr. Harrison, Seraphina Hayes pushed through the crowd, appearing like a ray of light. Her innocent face, concealing malicious intent, wore a smile: “Mr. Harrison, you’ve misunderstood. The student council arranged for Julian and the others to clean the girls’ restroom.” With that, she handed over a duty roster, clearly written in black and white. The student council only managed school discipline, when did it start assigning cleaning duties? I immediately retorted, “Even if you’re the student council president, you don’t have the authority to make students clean the campus, do you?” This elite private school wouldn’t make students do such things, would it? Mr. Harrison agreed with me. However, a middle-aged male voice interjected: “I asked Seraphina to arrange the cleaning.” Dean Miller, the Dean of Students, explained that Julian and the others had accidentally broken a priceless crystal vase. “Cleaning the restroom was their punishment.” Dean Miller softened his tone, “But cleaning the *girls’* restroom was indeed inappropriate.” His words prevented Mr. Harrison from pursuing the matter further. Seraphina Hayes shot me a gloating look: “Mr. Harrison, why don’t you let me see the bracelet?” “What if Julian really did secretly film while cleaning?” I clutched the bracelet tightly. There was no way I would hand my only evidence to Seraphina Hayes. She would definitely delete the video! I feigned panic and collapsed to the floor with a thump: “I didn’t see anything, I really didn’t record you cheating on the exam, nor do I know about you stealing classmates’ things and selling them for money.” “I also have no evidence of you and Julian using cheating devices to win the national competition!” “I don’t know anything, nothing at all…” I seemed to be so terrified I lost my mind, tears flowing freely. But when it came to acting, I was still no match for Seraphina Hayes. In just a breath, her face was covered in tears: “Nonsense! How could the genius of Royal Metropolitan High cheat or steal?!” “You’re just jealous! Jealous that I represent the school, my family, and even our country in world competitions.” “Scarlett Hayes! You’re afraid I’ll steal the Hayes family’s affection and spotlight from you!” I used my old trick, trembling as I hid behind Dean Miller: “Your dorm closet is full of stolen luxury goods.” My precise mention of the hiding place made Seraphina Hayes’ expression falter for a few seconds. She had hidden them well, and she was a recognized genius, so who would ever connect her with theft? Too bad I had lived seven lives. All the sordid secrets Seraphina Hayes painstakingly hid, I knew them all. She was short on cash, very short. But the Hayes family only funded her tuition and living expenses, giving her bonuses only when she performed exceptionally. That meager amount wasn’t nearly enough for her to buy luxury goods. Seraphina Hayes wanted to hold her head high in this elite private school, to gather influence and even become someone important. Just being smart wasn’t enough; she had to use money to maintain appearances. Each time, she disguised her thefts, making it seem like someone had carelessly lost an item. And she only took things that had no sentimental value and weren’t too expensive. This allowed her to steal for two years without anyone noticing. That’s why Seraphina Hayes’ current expression was like she’d just eaten literal garbage. Even when Dean Miller suggested going to the dorm to verify and clear her name, she shrieked hysterically: “No! Who dares to search?! You’re violating my privacy rights!” It seemed I didn’t need to say more; Seraphina Hayes’ reaction was enough to explain everything. Julian Blackwood also defended her, “Exactly, privacy rights! Even the school has no right to search dorms!” Dorms at this elite private school were single rooms, usually used for naps, so they were private spaces. The school had no right to search them. But what about the police? Three to five figures slowly entered my view. They wore uniforms, stood tall, and their voices were firm: “Where are the stolen items?”
As soon as I started crying about Seraphina Hayes’ theft, I used my bracelet to send a message to my mother. My mother had always disliked Seraphina Hayes, finding her too cunning. But Seraphina had shown astonishing talent, and for the sake of the Hayes family’s reputation, they had continued to sponsor her. However, if her character was truly flawed, and her talent a sham, then the Hayes family wouldn’t be blamed for abandoning her. Dean Miller was the first to react, “This is a small matter, why bother the police?” If I didn’t make a big deal out of it, how could everyone see their ugly faces? How could Julian Blackwood, the other four, and Seraphina Hayes never rise again? Future titans of their fields? Heh, they’d need a future first. The chattering of the students watching highlighted their immense shock. Seraphina Hayes had cultivated a genius persona since childhood, earning the family’s attention. She had also successfully befriended Julian Blackwood and the other four, making her the unprecedented sponsored student student council president. Her influence at school even surpassed some of the children of old money families. Who would believe such a prominent figure was secretly a thief? “Seraphina might be a Hayes-sponsored student, but she’s never placed second in anything, a true genius!” “And she’s very close to the heirs of the city’s five powerful families. Rising through the ranks isn’t just talk for her.” “Exactly, there’s no way she’d steal anything.” “Didn’t you hear Scarlett Hayes say her grades were all from cheating? Even the national competition was rigged!” “Scarlett Hayes is also a prodigy, entering world-class competitions with older students in her second year of middle school, and she’s a legitimate Hayes. She wouldn’t just slander someone, would she?” The students’ discussions were like slaps to Seraphina Hayes. Her face alternated between green and red, a truly colorful sight, yet she stubbornly blocked the search: “You have no evidence, how can you accuse me of stealing!” “Even the police can’t just search a dorm room!” Julian Blackwood and the other four also spoke up to vouch for her: “Seraphina has good grades and is popular, she’s the student council president, what reason would she have to steal anything?!” “Spreading rumors about Seraphina? Are you tired of living?” “Don’t think Seraphina is as brainless as you, with only malicious intentions.” “Being in the same school as you is an insult to my character.” “Dean Miller! This slandering slut should be expelled! Get her out of this school!” I pursed my lips, saying nothing, stubbornly refusing to let my tears fall. My mother’s eyes tightened with concern. “Search it! Whatever happens, I’ll take responsibility!” “My daughter, the Hayes family’s princess, will not suffer this humiliation!” The group marched to the dorm area and, sure enough, found a considerable amount of luxury items. This incident alerted all the school’s senior staff. The principal’s face was filled with disappointment, a mix of anger and sorrow: “Were the scholarships the school gave you not enough? You had to steal?!” Seraphina Hayes’ face was ashen as she made a final struggle: “Scarlett Hayes framed me! She secretly planted them in my room!” “Principal! Julian! You have to believe me!” My calm gaze swept over everyone: “I originally wanted to give you some dignity, but you insisted on dragging me down.” “The cheating device is still in the hidden compartment of Julian Blackwood’s backpack, isn’t it?” Seraphina Hayes’ greatest reliance was her intelligence. She had fought her way to the national robotics competition, claiming first place. This not only brought honor to the metropolis but also proved her worth and ability. Now, several Fortune 500 companies were already extending invitations to her. Julian Blackwood stepped forward, shielding Seraphina Hayes behind him, seemingly not having learned his lesson, again fiercely supporting her: “What cheating device? Nonsense!” “You’re just obsessed with me, but you’re jealous that Seraphina is close to me, so you deliberately spread rumors!” I recognized this as his tactic to buy time, to have someone move the items from his backpack. It was my seventh life, and he still hadn’t learned to change his tricks. I raised my right arm and strode directly towards the classroom: “If you dare to stop me, the video on my bracelet will immediately appear online!” Seraphina Hayes’ second reliance was the bottomless protection of Julian Blackwood and the other four. But would they truly be willing to sacrifice their inheritance for Seraphina Hayes?
The answer, of course, was no. They approached Seraphina Hayes solely for the prophetic dream of becoming titans in their fields. In that dream, I was their only stumbling block. As long as they eliminated me, they would undoubtedly become winners in life. I couldn’t help but inwardly mock them: five fools! Julian Blackwood and the others didn’t stop me. My mom and the school authorities navigated the situation, and bodyguards escorted me all the way. The moment the cheating device fell out of Julian Blackwood’s backpack, Seraphina Hayes’ good fortune was utterly gone. The head of the Hayes family personally expelled her: “A fraudulent failure.” He didn’t even give Seraphina Hayes a glance. “Go to the desolate ‘Elysium Island’ and fend for yourself.” Elysium Island was a harsh, remote island owned by the Hayes family overseas. Of those sent to the island, barely one in ten returned; the rest went to their ‘Elysium’. As they escorted Seraphina Hayes away, tears of blood streamed from her eyes. Those bloodshot eyes burned with murderous hatred for me: “It was you!” “You destroyed my life! I’m only sixteen! I can’t die, I can’t die!” I watched her leave, gently saying: “Too noisy. Mute her.” The day after Seraphina Hayes disappeared, news of her theft and cheating spread throughout the campus. On the third day of Seraphina Hayes’ disappearance, negative trending topics about her topped the Ins charts, staying there for three days and three nights. All her past honors became a joke. The competition also completely disqualified her. These were my doing, and a preview of what I was about to unleash on Julian Blackwood. However, before anything began, I was informed that I was to go to the Sea Nation early. “Scarlett Hayes, after discussion, it has been decided that you will represent us in this competition.” I was replacing Seraphina Hayes as the national competition representative? Before I could refuse, the principal saw through my thoughts: “You extensively publicized Seraphina Hayes’ dirt, causing her disqualification. Wasn’t it all for this day?” I did want to go from reserve to starting member, but I never dared to dream of being the representative. Although, with the knowledge accumulated from living seven lives, I could easily be a mentor. Yet, something about this whole situation felt off. Was Julian Blackwood making his move? He wanted to avenge Seraphina Hayes; he wanted to see me humiliated. If this competition was lost under my leadership, I would be absolutely vilified. At that point, the Hayes family, for the sake of the company, would inevitably remove me from the line of succession. Julian Blackwood’s strategy was clever. But the arrow was already on the string; I couldn’t refuse. The plane to the Sea Nation waited quietly under the night sky. Tonight, we were departing. I stepped onto the plane, my gaze instantly locking onto a figure: “Seraphina Hayes?! Shouldn’t you be dead on Elysium Island?!”
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