Author: Momo Chan

My mother raised a black snake, treating it as preciously as her own eyes. When the black snake grew larger, my mother said it was an adult now and deserved a wife of its own. That same night, my mother placed the black snake into my sister’s bed. My sister looked at her with pleading eyes. My mother, however, claimed that serving the black snake was my sister’s blessing and, without further ado, tied my sister to the bed. Chapter 1 The next day when I went to my sister’s room, the scene inside gave me a huge fright. My sister was curled up in a corner, her face ghastly pale. The snow-white bedsheets were stained with sporadic traces of blood. My mother, beaming with joy, stroked the black snake’s head and said, “I’ve given you my eldest daughter. “When will my Big Dragon come back?” Hearing my mother’s words, I shuddered all over. Big Dragon was my older brother, who died in a car accident three years ago. That was also when my mother started raising this black snake. The black snake hissed at my mother twice, flicking its tongue. Then it slid out of my mother’s hands. It slithered towards the underside of my sister’s skirt. My sister looked at my mother with horror, trying to get up, but was ruthlessly pinned down by her: “First time’s a stranger, second time’s a friend. “What are you pretending for! It’s not like you haven’t done it before.” My sister shook her head, tears in her eyes. My mother seemed to soften a bit, lowering her voice: “Good daughter, serve the Black Immortal well. “Making him happy enough to send your brother back is better than anything.” The black snake disappeared under my sister’s skirt. My sister’s face was deathly pale. After a while, she started whimpering. The expression on her face was indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. My mother spat fiercely on the ground. Muttering curses like: “Little hussy. “Just now you were saying no, no. “Now you’re comfortable, aren’t you?” Chapter 2 That night, I was sleeping in a daze. When I opened my eyes, I saw a dark figure standing by my bed. Startled, I was about to scream when a hand firmly covered my mouth. I looked closely and saw it was my sister. Her hair was disheveled, and her hands were icy cold. Her whole being radiated a chill. After I promised not to make a sound, my sister released her hand. Clutching the quilt, I shrank towards the inside of the bed, shivering as I said, “Sis, why are you so cold!” My sister smiled self-deprecatingly and said, “How warm can someone be after being defiled by that thing? “I came to tell you, run away while you can these next two days, or Mom won’t spare you?” I looked at my sister in horror: “Sis, but I’m a man.” “Heh!” The smile on my sister’s face grew wider, “Why would it care about gender? “And in Mom’s eyes, the two of us combined aren’t as important as Brother. If you don’t die from this, you’ll die from something else.” I opened my mouth but couldn’t say a word. Chapter 3 The next day, I was awakened by my mother’s screams. I hurriedly ran out to look. Only to find my sister dead. Wearing a bright red wedding dress, she had hanged herself from the beam of our house. My mother’s screams were so loud they attracted Third Uncle from next door. Seeing my sister’s body, Third Uncle swayed, nearly losing his footing. Then he said through gritted teeth: “Wearing red to hang herself, what does she want to do? “Does she want to become a vengeful ghost?” Seeing Third Uncle, my mother seemed to find her backbone. Sobbing, she said: “Big Dragon hasn’t come back yet, how could she die? “If she’s dead, what about Big Dragon?” Third Uncle slapped my mother across the face: “If we don’t deal with Jenny properly. “We’re all going to die, and you’re still thinking about Big Dragon.” My mother wanted to speak, but intimidated by Third Uncle’s authority, she could only shut her mouth obediently. Third Uncle circled my sister’s body three times to the left and three times to the right. Then he beckoned me over. I was somewhat afraid. But my mother kicked me towards him. Chapter 4 Unlike his fierce demeanor just now, Third Uncle changed his expression when facing me. He kindly patted my head: “River, your sister always treated you well. Tonight, you will keep vigil for her.” I shuddered in fear and waved my hands to refuse. But Third Uncle gave me no chance: “Your sister died a wrongful death. “If no family member accompanies her on her last journey tonight. “She will become a vengeful ghost, never to be reincarnated. “Do you have the heart for that? “And even if we take a step back, your sister treated you best when she was alive, she won’t treat you badly in death, she won’t do anything to you.” I still shook my head. My mother, however, went straight to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and looked at me viciously: “If you don’t go, if you dare not go, I’ll chop you to death right now.” Terrified, I immediately fell silent, daring not refuse again. Third Uncle was very satisfied with my attitude. He patted my head: “Don’t worry, nothing will happen. “Taking a step back, a new ghost on the first day of passing isn’t that fierce.” Chapter 5 At night, I leaned against my sister’s coffin, trembling. After staring at my sister’s body for a while, I wasn’t so scared anymore; instead, I felt a bit sad. I wiped my tears and said, “Sis, no wonder you came to me last night. “Telling me to run away quickly, so you had this in mind. “Actually, it’s good that you died; dead, you won’t be defiled anymore. “Sis, keep your eyes open when you reincarnate next time. “Even being reincarnated as a pig or a dog is better than being born into our family.” While I was still muttering. The door suddenly burst open with a “bang.” I jumped up in fright. Calming myself, I saw it was my mother. Covered in the pitch-black night, I couldn’t see the expression on her face. Only when she came closer did I see that my mother was holding that black snake. My mother glanced at me first, then without a word, began to pull down my sister’s pants. Realizing what my mother intended to do. I hurriedly grabbed my mother’s hand, swallowed hard, and looked at her pleadingly: “Mom, my sister is already dead.” My mother stroked the snake’s head: “The Black Immortal wants it. “She has to serve me even in death.” Or, my mother suddenly changed the subject, staring at me with a sinister smile and said: “Or, you can do it too.” I was scared into a cold sweat by my mother’s smile. My hand unconsciously let go. In just that moment. The black snake had already slipped under my sister’s body. Half of the snake’s body was gone. I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. I turned and went out the door. I hadn’t been at the door for two minutes. When my mother’s scream came from the mourning hall. I shuddered all over with fright and hurriedly ran inside. As soon as I entered, I saw a pool of blood flowing from under my sister’s body. The snake’s body was broken in two. The snake head was outside, hissing and baring its fangs, but the tail was missing. My mother, pale-faced, cursed “bad luck.” Then she reached into my sister’s body and fumbled around. Finally, she pulled out the long snake tail. My mother pieced the snake head and tail together, stroking them with a heartbroken look. After confirming the snake wasn’t dead, my mother breathed a sigh of relief. Then she looked at me and said viciously: “Clean this place up. If anyone notices anything tomorrow, I’ll beat you to death.” I lowered my head and whispered, “I know.” Only then did my mother leave satisfied.

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For our Lunar New Year trip, my girlfriend, Sarah, booked us on an international tour. As soon as the plane touched down, she coaxed me onto a shuttle bus. We drove for two days and two nights. As the scenery became eerily familiar, my body started to tremble uncontrollably. This was the very hellhole I had escaped from four years ago. Sensing my panic, Sarah finally dropped the act. Her face twisted into a mask of cruelty as she told me she was selling me to a black-market factory run entirely by women. And the “Boss” she spoke of with such reverence? That was the head of the operation. My biological sister. I had spent twenty years planning my fake death to escape her clutches. I never imagined Sarah would be the one to drag me back. 1 Seeing me shake like a leaf, Sarah smiled—a gentle, terrifying smile. “Babe, didn’t you say you loved me? I owe a huge gambling debt. Just help me out, okay?” The thought of falling back into my sister’s hands made my voice quake. “Please… take me back. If you need money, I can give it to you! I’ll work, I’ll do anything to support you for the rest of my life!” Sarah’s expression darkened instantly. She spat out her words. “Do you think I have time to wait? I owe a fortune. If I don’t pay up in three days, they’ll kill me!” “I’ve supported you, you useless loser, for two years. It’s time you paid me back with interest!” Hearing her call me “useless” sent a fresh wave of terror through me. Years ago, one of my sister’s subordinates had called me useless behind my back because I wouldn’t crush an ant. My sister buried him in the dirt up to his neck, poured honey over his head, and let the ants eat him alive. If she heard Sarah talk to me like this, what would she do to her? Fear clawed at my throat as I looked at the woman I had loved for two years. Tears streamed down my face, unbidden. “You said we were going to build a home together. You said I was your favorite family…” Sarah’s warm hand caressed my cheek. Her words, however, were ice cold. “Exactly. Family helps family, right? So help me, babe.” I bit my lip and shook my head violently. A flicker of pity crossed Sarah’s eyes. “You know, you look so pathetic when you cry. It tugs at my heartstrings.” “You’re the most handsome boyfriend I’ve ever had. And the most naive.” “If I wasn’t so desperate for cash, I’d almost hate to sell you.” Her gaze hardened suddenly. “But you’re mine. I can’t stand the thought of other women touching you like that!” She lunged, pinning me to the floor of the bus. She pulled out a rope and bound my hands behind my back. Then, she drew a dagger from her pocket and waved it in front of my face. “Babe, you don’t want to be used by other women, do you? Let me help you with that.” The blade glinted. A line of fire seared across my cheek. “No!” I screamed in despair. My face… my sister was obsessed with my face! When I was a child, I knocked over boiling water and scalded my cheek. When the doctor said it might scar, my sister had the maid’s hands chopped off and threw her into a crocodile pit. She threatened to peel the doctor’s face off if he didn’t fix mine. She said I looked just like our dead father. My face was sacrosanct. Sarah had cut me. If my sister found out… I couldn’t think about it. I ignored the stinging pain. “Please! Don’t ruin my face!” Sarah laughed. “I already asked Red. She said men in the factory don’t need looks. As long as the machinery works, they’re good.” 2 Red? Could it be the same Red who joined the factory four years ago? Before I could process this, Sarah slashed my face again. Agony stole my voice. Blood ran into my eyes, turning the world red. “I know Red! Take me to her, please!” If Red saw me, she would force Sarah to take me back. She knew the consequences. Sarah paused, digging the knife deeper. “So you really weren’t loyal to me? You want to hook up with Red now?” “I’ll destroy this face. Let’s see you seduce anyone then!” I screamed until darkness took me. When I woke up, I was dumped at the factory gates. Sarah was talking to someone. It was Red! “Red!” I croaked her name through a ruined throat. Red looked surprised and turned to me. “How does he know my name?” Sarah’s face paled. She stomped on my mouth hard. “He probably heard me on the phone in the car. Don’t worry, knowing it won’t save him now.” Red pulled a cigarette from her pack and lit it. “Is that so? You wouldn’t dare play games. Is this the seventh one?” Sarah ground her heel into my lips before trotting over to light Red’s cigarette. “Seventh. Don’t worry, I know the rules.” “This kid is an orphan, no family. He’s the only one on his household registry. And he was a virgin when I got him!” Red squatted down, blew smoke in my face, and scrutinized me. A spark of hope ignited in my chest. She knows me. If she recognizes me, she’ll make Sarah take me away. If my sister finds out her subordinate kidnapped me, they’re all dead. “Tsk. Why did you mess up his face like that? He’s hideous.” Red looked disgusted and stood up. My heart sank. She didn’t recognize me! Did Sarah disfigure me beyond recognition? Grief overwhelmed me. I wanted to wail, but my throat felt stuffed with cotton. “He wouldn’t sit still. I was worried he’d use his looks to charm someone into helping him escape. So I ruined it. Doesn’t matter anyway, right?” Sarah crouched by my ear and whispered with a dark chuckle: “See? Give up on seducing Red. She thinks you’re ugly.” I used every ounce of strength to force words through my teeth. “You… will… die…” Red’s eyebrows shot up. She kicked Sarah aside and squatted in front of me, grinning. “Did this kid just curse us?” Looking at her sinister smile, I shook my head in terror. No! I meant you need to send me away! Or you’ll all die! “Ahhh—!” Red pinched my jaw open and jammed the lit cigarette into my mouth. The pain on my tongue was excruciating. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as I screamed. “Ugly freak. Dying and still trying to threaten us. Pah!” Red hawked a thick loogie onto my face. Sarah picked up a wooden stick from the ground and started stabbing into my mouth. “How dare you offend Red! Scream all you want!” Blood filled my mouth, mixing with splinters and choking me. I felt like I was drowning. Tears poured down my face like a waterfall. Is this it? Am I going to die here? “Enough. Teach him a lesson, but don’t kill him or I don’t get paid.” Red stopped her. Sarah dropped the bloody stick immediately. 3 “Right. Shall we go inside, sign the contract, and get the money?” Two massive guards hauled me up and dragged me toward the factory. A black sedan drove toward us. It was my sister’s car! I struggled frantically, throwing myself toward the wheels. The car stopped. My sister stepped out from the back seat. She looked down at me, brow furrowed. Sister, it’s me! It’s your brother! I tried to look up at her, begging silently. Red grabbed me by the hair and slapped me across the face. “Damn brat! How dare you startle the Boss!” The slap blinded me for a second. I spat blood. It landed on my sister’s high heels. Red turned white. She fell to her knees and started wiping the shoes with her sleeve. “I’m so sorry, Boss! The new guy is feisty. I’ll clean it right up!” Sarah knelt too, helping to wipe. My sister squinted at me lying on the ground. “Oh? Fresh meat?” “Yes. He’s unruly. To avoid trouble, we messed up his face. He even cursed us earlier!” Red answered carefully. My sister seemed amused. “Heh. First time anyone’s had the guts to talk trash here. Is he a college boy?” “Yes! Graduated this year. Top of his class!” Sarah interjected quickly. My sister looked thoughtful. She glanced at me and sighed. “If Dragon were still here, he’d be about graduating age too…” Hearing her use my childhood nickname, I started thrashing and wailing. Sis, it’s me! I’m Dragon! “Hey! Stay down!” Red kicked me hard, right in the face. The wounds split open again, blood oozing out. My mouth and tongue were pulp. I couldn’t speak, only make guttural noises of pain. “Hm?” My sister paused, squatting down to look closer. I was ecstatic. I tried to open my mouth to call her, but a cough racked my body and I sprayed blood. Right onto her face. Red and Sarah looked like they were about to have heart attacks. One pulled out tissues to wipe my sister’s face, the other dragged me away. Red saw a barrel of dirty water nearby. She hoisted me up. The next second, she shoved my head into the filth. Sludge filled my nose and mouth. I choked, my lungs burning. Just as I thought I was dead, she yanked me up by my hair. “You have a death wish, kid?! Disrespecting the Boss like that!” “I’m going to kill you right now as an apology!” I gasped for air for a few seconds before being plunged back under. After a few rounds, I was limp, unable to make a sound. Red threw me on the ground and ran to my sister, bowing repeatedly. “Boss, since he offended you, he’s useless. How should we dispose of him?” “Rip out his fingernails first. Then give him the ‘Bubble Tea’ treatment.” My blood ran cold. “Bubble Tea.” I had seen them use that torture on men before. It involved boiling water and a funnel. I never thought it would be my turn. Fine. Sister, you’ve committed so many sins. Retribution falling on me isn’t unjust. I calmed down. My sister wiped the blood from her face and glared at me. Then she froze. I closed my eyes, waiting for death. The thought of seeing Mom and Dad again made me smile. 4 “Is he… smiling?” My sister’s hesitant voice reached my ears. “What the hell? This little shit still has the nerve to smile!” Red couldn’t believe it. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. The dirty water had washed away the blood. My sister stared at my face, shocked. “Why does he have so many scars?” I saw my reflection in her eyes. A web of ugly, worm-like scars covered every inch of skin. It was horrifying. Disgusting. It was laughable that I thought she’d recognize me. I barely recognized myself. “We did it. To keep him from seducing the female staff and running away.” Red answered quickly. Sarah nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he’s a pretty boy. If we left his face alone, there’d be trouble eventually!” My sister nodded slowly. “Fair point. Pity, though. We could have sent him to the casino to entertain the rich ladies. Would’ve made more money that way.” A look of regret crossed Sarah’s face. “Ugh, my bad! Next time I’ll know better. I’ll find another handsome, innocent one!” Red sighed too. “Exactly. The ones you brought before were trash. Finally got a looker, and you ruined him…” “You said he looked like a pretty boy? Let me see a picture!” Red pestered Sarah for a photo. Sarah smiled wryly. “You confiscated my phone, remember?” Then her eyes lit up. She patted her pocket. “I have his ID and his diploma! You can check those!” Red got excited and told her to hand them over. Sarah pulled out my documents. Red leaned in eagerly. “Damn, nice! Look at that face. Like a puppy, but those pecs? Killer!” “You have good taste. If his face wasn’t ruined, he could have made a fortune as a gigolo!” My sister finished washing her face and walked over, drying herself with a towel. “Flying Fish? Weird name. Like me, belongs in the sky.” Red immediately started sucking up. “How can this brat compare to you, Boss!” “You’re a phoenix in the heavens. He’s just a dead fish that can’t fly. What’s the saying…” “A sparrow cannot understand the ambition of a swan!” My sister laughed and threw the towel at her. “Get out of here. A high school dropout reciting poetry?” Red peeled the towel off her face, grinning. “Just learning from the best! You’re the only college grad running a park like this!” “I remember what you told the Young Master. To succeed, you have to study hard…” Hearing my title, my sister’s face fell. She took my diploma from Sarah. Tracing the gold lettering, she sighed. “If Dragon were still alive, he’d be graduating college this year too…” She opened the diploma. Her eyes locked onto the photo. Her face went white. “Song Ningchen?” She said my full name with a trembling voice. She looked up at Red and Sarah. “Yeah. The kid told me he was an orphan when we met. Said he named himself.”

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At our wedding, Damian’s “one that got away” crashed the ceremony in a bridal gown. “Damian, if you still love me, leave with me right now.” Damian didn’t hesitate. He took her hand. He left me standing there alone, facing a sea of pity and ridicule. Everyone thought I would be devastated, that my world would end. Little did they know… My “one that got away” had just come back, too. Damian was just a cheap knockoff. I didn’t need him anymore. 1 I was with Damian for seven years. But nobody thought we’d actually make it down the aisle. It was an open secret in our social circle: Damian was only with me because I was a dead ringer for his first love, Heather. When we first started dating, he would stare at me, lost in a trance. When he got drunk, he’d whisper while looking at my face, “Heather, I love you.” But Heather had gone to Europe and married someone else. I am Sierra. So, the person he loved wasn’t me. But I didn’t care. When he called out the wrong name, I corrected him, patiently, over and over again. He loved rare scotch, so I traveled the world to fill his cellar. He liked the look of black hair and white dresses, so I stopped dyeing my hair and filled my closet with pale silk and chiffon. Everyone said I was obsessed with Damian. My friends tried to warn me. “Don’t waste your youth on him, Sierra.” Heather had once saved his life. First love, married away, life-saver. She had the “tragic heroine” buff stacked to the max. “Back then, Damian loved her loud and proud. When Heather got married, Damian practically flatlined in the hospital from the stress.” “Sierra, to be blunt, he’s just using your face to mourn her.” “You guys have no future. Cut your losses.” I ignored them all. For seven years, I played the perfect partner. And eventually, Damian seemed moved by it. On my twenty-seventh birthday, he proposed. Under the soft glow of the chandelier, in a white tuxedo, he knelt on one knee. He looked devastatingly handsome. “Sierra, will you marry me?” His eyes were swimming with tenderness. It looked like love. My gaze lingered on the corner of his eye as I smiled gently. “Yes.” That night, he held me tight, whispering that he loved me. I thought it was real. But three days before the wedding, Heather got divorced. And Damian didn’t come home all night. 2 That night, I called Damian non-stop. Eventually, I got a text back. Not from him. “He’s asleep. What do you want?” Attached was a photo. Heather, with her dark hair splayed over her shoulders, her neck covered in hickeys, a post-coital flush on her cheeks. And Damian, sound asleep in her arms. It was obvious what they had been doing. My heart gave a little jump. I typed back: “Where is he?” A voice memo came back instantly: “Still haven’t given up? Come see for yourself then.” Then came the address. It was Heather’s penthouse. When I arrived, Heather opened the door. She was wearing flimsy lingerie. She looked me up and down and scoffed. “You really do look like me. No wonder Damian kept you around.” “But now that the real thing is back, it’s time for the cheap knockoff to exit the stage.” Her tone was pure arrogance. I frowned slightly. “Where is he…” Before I could finish, Damian walked out from behind her. He was holding his suit jacket, which he draped naturally and intimately over Heather’s shoulders. “Heather, you’re barely wearing anything. You’ll catch a cold…” When he saw me, he froze. “Sierra? What are you doing here?” Damian was fully dressed. He didn’t look like he’d just woken up at all. Whatever was in that photo was staged. It hit me instantly. This was a setup by Heather. She wanted to provoke me, make me lose my cool so she could play the victim and gain Damian’s sympathy. But she underestimated how calm I could be. I looked up and saw the flash of disappointment in Heather’s eyes. Damian noticed me staring at her and stepped in front of me, his voice hard. “Sierra, I’m taking you home.” I glanced at him and turned to leave. But Heather grabbed Damian’s hand, looking up at him with wide, teary eyes. “You aren’t staying? I’m scared to be alone.” I looked back. Damian looked at me, then at Heather. Finally, he peeled her hand off his arm. “I need to take Sierra home first.” In that moment, he chose me. It seemed that to him, I was more important than Heather. But on the drive back, he was distracted. The silence was heavy until a piercing ringtone shattered it. “Damian! Get to the hospital! Heather just tried to kill herself!” 3 That day, Damian kicked me out of the car on the side of the highway. It was pouring rain. When I finally got home, I was soaked to the bone, shivering uncontrollably. I wrapped myself in a duvet and stared at a photo on my phone. My finger traced the small beauty mark—a teardrop mole—under the man’s eye. I touched the screen gently, afraid I might startle him. I drifted into a feverish sleep and dreamt of my sophomore year of high school. The mid-term results were posted. I was Valedictorian again. Standard procedure. But then, a boy blocked my path and extended his hand. “Hi, Sierra. I’m Jax. I’m the guy who’s been stuck in second place behind you for eternity. Maybe you’ll remember me this time.” He was handsome, with eyes that crinkled into crescents when he smiled. The sunlight hit him from behind, giving him a golden halo. I couldn’t look away. Before graduation, we lay on the school rooftop, staring at the blue sky. He said, “Sierra, my dream is to be a cop. To serve the people… and to be on call for you, 24/7.” Later, I saw him in his uniform, standing tall as a pine tree, looking at me with that familiar gentleness. “Sierra, when I get back from this mission, let’s get married.” But he never came back. It has been ten years. I woke up crying. Outside, the sky was pitch black. The moonlight spilled through the window. I reached out to grab it, but my hand closed around empty air. I suddenly felt… That the thing I cared about most, I would never get back. I curled up on the bed, my heart aching physically. My hand gripped my phone tight. Like I was holding onto the last shred of light. “Jax…” 4 Damian came home the day before the wedding. I was at the bridal salon, trying on my dress. When the curtains pulled back, there he was. He looked at me with genuine awe. “Sierra, you look beautiful today.” I smiled politely, but my eyes were fixed on my reflection in the mirror. There was no joy in them. On the ride home, the car was silent. I watched Damian’s reflection in the window. My gaze settled on his sleek, sharp eyes. There was no mole under his eye. He wasn’t Jax. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I knew Jax could never be replaced, not really. But I had been clinging to Damian like a lifeline anyway. Even though his heart belonged to someone else. I suddenly spoke up. “Damian, since Heather is back, maybe we should cancel the wedding. You still love her…” He cut me off sharply. “I don’t love her.” I froze. I looked into his eyes. He seemed incredibly serious. “The one I love now is you, Sierra. I was only helping her because I owed her for saving my life.” My heart trembled. Shocked. “Really?” He nodded without hesitation. “Really.” He repeated it several times. I didn’t know if he was trying to convince me, or himself. I looked at his face for a long time. Finally, I sighed.

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1 I was born bad. A rot in the blood. Kidnapped as a toddler, I ended up slaughtering the entire backwoods cult that raised me. By the time my biological parents found me, I had reinvented myself as a quiet, nondescript lab technician at a chemical plant. After the reunion, my twin sister, Mia, would visit me often. She brought me homemade lunches and bought me soft, pastel dresses. Her eyes were always smiling. “Maya, you’re too thin. You need to eat.” “Maya, you suffered so much when you were taken. From now on, I’m going to spoil you.” Later, Mia fell in love. She blushed when she told me, “Maya, I’m getting married. It’s Julian Sterling. You know, the billionaire family? I know you hate crowds, so I’ll have Mom livestream the wedding for you.” “Maya, once I’m a trophy wife, I’ll have a huge allowance. I’ll send you money every month. You won’t have to work at that smelly plant anymore.” But I never got the livestream link. Instead, I got her body. Broken. Twisted. In that instant, the dormant gene—the urge to kill that I had suppressed for years—woke up. … I found Mia’s body in the woods outside “The Haven,” an exclusive reform school for the elite. Her limbs were shattered, her neck bruised, and she died pregnant. My blood boiled. I hugged her cold body tight. A phone slipped out of her dress pocket, lighting up with a text: 【Have you learned your lesson at The Haven yet? Behave, and stop bullying Lydia. I’ll give you the grandest wedding. I’ll make you the happiest bride on earth.】 Sender: 【Hubby Julian】 My eyes stung. My hands trembled as I replied: 【Hubby, I was wrong. I’m ready to come home.】 I had Mia cremated immediately. The funeral was small. Just our parents. Mom wept, kneeling before the casket, shaking. “Mia, I’m so sorry! I should have insisted you stay away from the Sterlings. They’re billionaires; why would they look at normal people like us… I didn’t protect you…” Dad stood in the corner, chain-smoking, face dark. Suddenly, he slapped himself hard. “I should have known! Why would he pay off our debts? He was buying my daughter’s life!” I watched this grieving middle-aged couple with a blank face. I had no feelings for them. My limited capacity for love had died with Mia. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. “Maya! Is this your idea of an apology?! I send you to learn manners, and you run back here to play dead?!” I quickly stepped into the shadows. Dad saw Julian Sterling and lunged. “You animal! Give me back my daughter!” Julian kicked him away, furious. “Don’t give me that drama. Do you think I’m an idiot?” Dad clutched his stomach, eyes murderous. “My daughter is dead! This is her funeral! You and that woman killed her!” “Wow. Maya is getting bold, hiring actors now? Look at this!” Julian held up his phone. On the screen was a photo of “Mia” (me, earlier), holding a cat, looking peaceful. Behind Julian, a girl peeked out. Lydia Sterling. She feigned innocence. “Mr. Lin, don’t blame Julian. He’s just stressed. Sister Mia has been bullying me since she moved in. Julian only sent her to The Haven to learn etiquette. The Sterling family requires a disciplined wife.” I hid in the corner, teeth grinding. So, these are the two who killed my sister. Neither of them is leaving this world in one piece. My mother, usually weak, rushed forward to slap Lydia but was caught by Julian. He threw her to the ground. Her head hit the wall with a sickening thud. “Tell Maya this is her last chance. Come back to the estate and apologize to Lydia. Otherwise, the wedding is off! If she loves me, she needs to learn to kneel.” 2 Julian and Lydia left, leaving my parents wailing in the funeral home. “Mia, it’s our fault… we were too poor to protect you.” “I’m calling the police!” Dad yelled. I pressed down on Dad’s hand. My expression was grave. “Dad, the police aren’t God. Let me handle this. I’m a professional.” I was kidnapped at one. I never knew family. I grew up in abuse. By five, the village men were touching me. My foster parents took money for it. My name back then was “Jane Doe”—unwanted. When I was eight, during a village festival, I drugged the water supply. While they slept, I burned the village to the ground. I walked out alone and into the foster system. For years, I was a freak. Bloodthirsty, cold, violent. I hid it well. Mia was the only light that ever touched my dark soul. And they tortured her to death. Two days later, wearing Mia’s dress, I knocked on the Sterling mansion’s door. “Hubby, I’m back. I’m here to apologize to Lydia.” Julian’s eyes flashed with surprise. He took my hand, looking at me with those lying,桃花 eyes. “Mia, I truly love you. But Lydia is my only sister. Even if she’s adopted, she’s the princess of this house.” I looked up, smiling. “Hubby, I was wrong. I’ll listen to you. I’ll take care of Lydia just like you do.” Mia and I shared a rare beauty. I hid in the dark; she bloomed in the sun. That’s why Julian chose her. That night, Julian knocked on my door. “Mia, since you’ve learned your lesson, let’s start over.” I stood in the doorway, eyes soft. “Okay.” “AHHH—” A scream from the stairs. Lydia tumbled down, landing in a heap. “Sister! Even if you hate me, you could just say so! Why did you pour oil on the stairs?!” “Lydia!” Julian rushed down, scooping her up. “We need to go to the hospital!” Lydia sobbed into his chest. “Julian, don’t blame her. She just loves you too much. She can’t stand you being nice to anyone else.” Julian turned to me, face grim. “Looks like you didn’t learn enough at The Haven. Pack your bags. You’re going back until you’re fixed!” I teared up. “Hubby, I didn’t do it! She fell!” “Enough! I’m taking you there myself!” Watching them leave, I smiled. Finally. I get to meet the people who broke my sister. Every cell in my body was vibrating. 3 The Maybach wound up the mountain road. Lydia sat shotgun, fake-crying. “Julian, maybe don’t send her back. What if they hurt her?” Julian patted her shoulder. “You’re too kind, Lydia. The Haven is a legitimate institution. Lots of elite families use it. Besides, it’s not her first time.” I sat in the back, watching Lydia’s reflection in the window. She was smirking. Two hours later, Julian dragged me out of the car. “Stay here. I’ll pick you up in a month. That vicious temper of yours needs grinding down.” Bang. The heavy iron gates slammed shut. I turned around. Three large men stood there, grinning. “I like this one. I’ll teach her the rules myself.” “She’s feisty. She needs all of us.” I smiled. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.” They dragged me to a solitary confinement room. Inside was an electric chair and a stained mattress. The three men entered and locked the door. “Hey beautiful, time for your first lesson. We’ll teach you how to serve your man.” I cracked my neck. “Okay.” I’d been repressing this for years. They lunged. I pulled the heavy wrench strapped to my thigh. Clang. Clang. Clang. I smashed it into their skulls with lightning speed. It wasn’t enough. My hand trembled with excitement. The room filled with the music of their screams. They couldn’t handle me. I possess what doctors call “hysterical strength,” but I just call it being a born predator. Everything they did to Mia, I did to them. First, they wanted to assault her? Fine. I confiscated their tools. One swing of the wrench, and their lineage ended. I strapped one of them to the electric chair. “Who killed Mia? Speak, and I might make it quick.” I got my answers. I knocked them out and headed for Room 888. That was the VIP room where Mia died. I banged on the door. “Who is it?! You’re ruining the mood!” The door opened. Inside, a girl lay on the bed, eyes vacant, body covered in bruises. She was mumbling, “Hubby, I’m sorry, I’ll be good…” 4 “Mind if I join the party?” I smiled and locked the door behind me. The two men inside exchanged fearful looks. “Who are you? Mia is already…” “I am Mia. Come on, play with me! You guys look excited.” I raised the aluminum bat I’d found in the hall and swung for their necks. They fought back, but they were weak, spoiled sadists. I was a monster. Minutes later, they were on the floor, gasping. “Scream! I thought you liked it rough!” I laughed maniacally, shattering their kneecaps. The girl on the bed stirred. I threw her clothes at her. “Can you move? Get dressed. I have work to do.” Her eyes cleared slightly. She looked at me, realizing I wasn’t a victim. I went to the maintenance closet and found a chainsaw. I needed raw materials. The sound of the saw drowned out their pleading. The noise fully woke the girl. She dressed and looked at me with red eyes. “Sister… do you have a phone? My brother will come. He can… clean this up.” I lit a cigarette I stole from one of the men. We waited in the metallic scent of blood. She was a debutante who fell for a bad boy. Her family didn’t know she was here. Her brother arrived while I was finishing my “carving.” “Chloe! I’m sorry I’m late!” I looked up, face splattered with red, holding two perfectly severed femurs. “I avenged your sister too,” I said calmly. “Can you handle the cleanup? I have another stop to make.” The brother, Sebastian, looked at me—at the bones in my hand—with a complex expression. Shock, yes. But also respect. I borrowed his car and drove straight back to the Sterling estate. Mia’s face ID still worked on the gate. I walked into the living room. It sounded… active. “Julian… I’ve loved you for so long,” Lydia’s voice moaned. “I drugged the porridge. Just take me.” “Lydia… I can’t… you’re my sister…” Julian gasped, though his hands were already roaming her body. I cleared my throat. “Wow. Taboo. Spicy. Room for one more?” I gripped the wrench in my pocket.

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After being killed by the psychopath male lead seven times, my mental state finally collapsed. On the eighth attempt, the male lead asked me to guess which straw he was holding. “Guess the shortest one, and I won’t kill you.” I kept a poker face and pointed to his crotch. 1. “Ha… I asked you to guess the straw!” Rain’s mouth twitched, annoyance overflowing from his narrowed eyes. I was numb from being killed, already in a state of living death. “Not the shortest?” Rain’s smile froze, murderous intent spreading and swelling in the silence. I closed my eyes, calmly accepting death. The previous seven times, I wracked my brains to please Rain, willingly becoming his lapdog. But every time, Rain killed me without mercy. I was tired. Really tired. When the system transported me back again, my brain didn’t want to work anymore. If I die, I die. It’s not like I haven’t died before. I really didn’t have the energy to play games with this psychopathic male lead anymore. I waited for a long time, but Rain didn’t act. I quietly opened one eye a slit, and Rain’s beautiful, bewitching face was magnified in front of me. I didn’t know when he had gotten so close, staring at me with eyes that wanted to devour me. “Very good.” Me: “What’s very good? The faint look of death on my face?” But Rain didn’t answer. He left me and left the great hall. Several maids came in and took me, tied up, to the bath. It wasn’t until they started stripping off my clothes that I realized Rain really wasn’t going to kill me this time. “This… what does giving me a bath mean?” The maids serving me didn’t speak, just lowered their heads and giggled. Just like that, I was washed clean and smooth, and delivered to Rain’s bed. Fuck… did the strategy work? 2. Short. It was really short. Of course, I’m not talking about anything else. I’m talking about the time. It was too short. I didn’t even have time to fight three hundred rounds with Rain before it was over. Rain and I lay naked on the bed like two dying fish, gasping for air. As for why I say dying fish, besides the heavy panting, we were both red all over as if we’d been cooked. I guess Rain was embarrassed. Regardless of whether it was because it was short or because it was his first time doing this, his good cool white skin instantly turned into hot pig skin. As for me, I just felt a hundred million points… embarrassed. I knew such a shocking secret about Rain. Would he get angry from embarrassment and kill me again? But before Rain could act, that damn system of mine came online unprecedentedly early. “Host, congratulations on completing the mission.” Surprise was followed by immense joy. So Rain was the heartless sword master who never got close to women. Once his heart was moved and the precept was broken, my conquest mission was complete. If I had known Rain liked the perverted type, I wouldn’t have pretended! Ah, no… I didn’t mean that I was perverted. I was transported back to the real world. Looking at the extra one million in my bank account, I smiled happily. I remitted money to my best friend’s bank account. Hearing that I had been killed seven times, my best friend felt very sorry for me. “Baby, it must have hurt a lot, right? This system is too stingy. You died so many times for only one million!” I sighed helplessly. “There’s no helping it. Now there are too many raiders, and it’s too competitive. The price of raid orders is falling. One million is already a sky-high price.” My best friend said indignantly, “For a raid mission of Rain’s level and difficulty, let alone one million, two more zeros are what you deserve!” That’s right! I started refreshing new raid missions, but because I hadn’t been able to grab a suitable mission order, the system couldn’t be summoned. Near midnight, I couldn’t stay up any longer. I set the alarm for the next morning and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. I rarely dreamed. Perhaps it was because I had finally won this one-million raid mission, my brain was still in a very excited state. So, I dreamed of Rain. In the dream, Rain and I made love from moonset until dawn. When it was over, I leaned against the headboard and smoked a cigarette, not forgetting to pull Rain, who had shrunk under the covers, out and tease him. “Why wasn’t it short this time?” Rain’s face was cold, his lips trembled, and the tips of his ears were about to bleed. “Ring!” I suddenly opened my eyes and met Rain’s murderous black eyes. I was fucking shocked! I said how could this voice be so real? Did Rain hear me talking in my sleep?! Ah, no! Rain was fucking in front of me!! 3. I, Ring, have been in the raiding world for so many years, but this was the first time I had seen a target character run out of the novel world! It was really ridiculous. His mother opened the door for ridiculous, ridiculous home! Rain slowly straightened up, curled his lips slightly, and wrote the blackening on his face. “How have you been, Ring?” Done. I’m going to be avenged! I called the system to no avail, so I instinctively made a decision. I threw myself into Rain’s arms and coquettishly whispered in his ear. “Lord Sword Master, I missed you so much!” Didn’t everyone think I was going to continue to be Rain’s lapdog? I expressionlessly inserted the knife from Rain’s back straight to his heart. The transformation before and after was only an instant. Rain didn’t seem to expect me to kill him. The evil spirit around him suddenly collapsed, like a withered log. He fell straight onto my bed, unable to even say a word. “I meant I wanted you dead, Lord Sword Master.” I calmly pulled the knife out from Rain’s back and began to think about how to dispose of Rain’s body. Although he was a paper man, this was still a society governed by law. No one would believe I killed a paper man. I would only be arrested as a murderer and shot. Not worth it. Fortunately, Rain’s body slowly turned into bright powder and dissipated. Could it be because he was a paper man? I called the system again, wanting to ask clearly about this matter. But this dog thing, the system, not only pretended to be dead when doing tasks, but was even more thoroughly dead when not doing tasks. I gave up, intending to ask when I received the next mission. That night, I dreamed again. I still dreamed of Rain. He was dressed in loose clothes, his skin snow-white, lying lazily on the chaise longue, his posture seductive, but he looked at me with a pair of resentful eyes. “Ring, you ruthless woman…” I was subconsciously worried that he would appear in front of me again, and tried hard to break free from the dream. After waking up, I immediately inspected the whole house, and finally felt relieved. Fortunately, Rain didn’t appear again… Ding, morning news push. I habitually opened my phone and scanned the news while feeding toast into my mouth. Slap— The toast dropped onto the table without warning. I stared at the picture in the news with wide eyes. Morning News: This morning, a man in ancient costume and three drunken men had a conflict for unknown reasons. The man in ancient costume was stabbed seven times and died on the spot. The three drunken men have been arrested. The identity of the man is yet to be verified… That man in ancient costume who was hacked to death in the street… was fucking Rain?! 4. My best friend pointed at the news and let out a long “Ah,” extremely shocked. “You mean your one-million raid target ran to the real world, was killed by you yesterday, and was hacked seven times by someone and died again today?!” I rubbed my temples. “I don’t know what’s going on. Could it be that he also installed the system?” My best friend: “No way? He also became a raider? Who is he going to raid? It won’t be you, my treasure, will it?” My mouth twitched. “So crazy… It would be more like he came to kill me.” My best friend pondered. “Maybe, just maybe, he came to prove himself?” Me: “Prove what?” My best friend: “It’s not that short!” Me: “…” My best friend and I explored to no avail. All the reasons could only be known after the system came online. Although I wasn’t sure if Rain would come again, the fact that he, a heartless sword master, could be killed by me and three drunks proved one thing. Rain had no ability as a heartless sword master in the real world. He was just an ordinary person. So even if he came, I didn’t need to be too afraid. At night, I dreamed of Rain again. This time I went up and stripped off his clothes, pressed him on the chaise longue and kneaded him to my heart’s content. “Ring, how dare you treat me like this! I’ll kill you!” I pinched his chin and bit his lips fiercely. Blood immediately dyed his lips deeper. “This is my dream. How can you kill me?” Rain glared at me in exasperation, as if he wanted to eat me. But he could only use magic attacks on me and play lip service. He was pressed to death by me, unable to exert a single physical attack, and was eaten clean by me bit by bit like that. The next day I was woken up by a knock on the door. I got out of bed in a daze to open the door. “Ring—” The man standing at the door gnashed his teeth, looking like he was about to break in. I slammed the door shut with a slap, completely sober. Damn, what a lingering spirit! Rain! Looking at him like that, he wished he could tear me to pieces. He wouldn’t have come to take revenge on me for last night’s torture, would he? How is it possible? That was my dream!!!

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1 I was on a road trip to a remote mountainous region with my best friend, Jess. While driving, Jess suddenly said she saw someone waving at us from a distant hill. Thinking it was a hiker in need of help, we immediately stopped the car and ran towards the figure. But halfway there, Jess abruptly stopped. Confused, I looked at her, only to see her expression twist into sheer terror. I was about to ask what was wrong when she grabbed my hand and sprinted back towards the car. “Run!” she hissed, her voice frantic. “That’s not a human!” Having been friends with Jess for years, I knew she wasn’t joking. I didn’t ask a single question. I just turned and ran for my life, following her back to the car. “Start the car! Now!” Jess screamed as we scrambled inside. I jumped into the driver’s seat, jammed the key into the ignition, and fired up the engine. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the dark figure in the distance sprinting towards us. My heart skipped a beat. In the few seconds it took to start the car, the figure had closed a terrifying amount of distance. “Go! It’s catching up! Drive!” Jess yelled again. My hands were shaking, but I forced myself to focus. Seatbelt on. Gear shifted. I slammed on the gas, and the SUV shot forward like an arrow. I glanced in the rearview mirror. The massive dark figure was now only twenty or thirty yards away. I could feel its overwhelming malice radiating towards us. It chased us for what felt like an eternity before finally stopping. Jess and I didn’t dare relax. We kept our eyes glued to the mirrors, nerves stretched to the breaking point. The creature was covered in black fur, but it had a face that looked disturbingly human. It stared at our retreating car with a twisted expression, as if memorizing us… We drove at full speed for over half an hour. Only when we started seeing semi-trucks on the main highway did we finally let out a breath. Neither of us spoke first. We were both still shaken to the core. Another half hour passed in silence. We pulled into a gas station to refuel. Jess and I went to the restroom to wash our faces. “That… that was terrifying!” Jess stared at herself in the mirror, looking like she’d just escaped death. My limbs felt weak. The adrenaline crash was hitting me hard. I bought two bottles of Gatorade, parked the car to the side, and sat on the curb to drink. “Halfway there, I realized its proportions were wrong,” Jess said, taking small sips of her drink. Her eyes still held a flicker of fear. “And the way it waved… it was too stiff.” I recalled the creature’s silhouette and nodded thoughtfully. Jess was an art major. She had an eye for perspective and anatomy. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have noticed until we were twenty yards away. By then, it would have been too late. We had started running back when we were still over a hundred yards away. Yet it had closed the gap to twenty yards in seconds. Its speed was inhuman. A truck driver in his forties, who seemed to have overheard us, walked over. He frowned. “Ladies, did you run into a mimic bear?” Jess and I exchanged a look. “Mimic bear?” 2 The driver took a swig of water and pulled out his phone to show us a video. “Look. That’s a mimic bear.” “There have been a lot of videos online recently about these things attacking people.” “They say they stand almost ten feet tall and weigh nearly a thousand pounds. One bite can tear a grown man in half.” “And they’re smart. Scary smart. They can mimic human movements.” “A while back, a college student on a graduation trip was lured in by one pretending to signal for help.” “By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late. He couldn’t outrun it.” As the driver spoke, a wave of relief washed over us. We were lucky. If we hadn’t realized it sooner… “Lily, let’s go. I don’t feel safe here,” Jess urged. I nodded vigorously. It was 2:25 PM. We said goodbye to the driver and hurried towards the nearest town. By evening, the weather had turned cool and overcast. With the windows down, the breeze helped clear the lingering fear in our minds. “Seriously, what are the odds?” Jess muttered. “We just wanted a nice trip, and we run into something like that.” She sounded annoyed, but her tone was much more relaxed. I sighed. “Yeah. If it weren’t for you, we’d probably be ghost stories by now.” Jess glared at me. “Don’t jinx us!” “Bang!” Before she could finish, a loud noise cut her off. The car started shaking violently. “What’s happening?” Jess panicked. I gripped the steering wheel tight and managed to bring the car to a stop. “I think we blew a tire,” I said, checking the dashboard. Sure enough, the rear right tire pressure warning was on. “Look, there’s a repair shop right there!” Jess pointed ahead. She scanned the surroundings nervously. No sign of the mimic bear. “Let’s go. We can’t waste time.” “It’s getting dark. It’s too dangerous to stay out here,” I agreed, driving the limping car to the shop. A skinny man sat at the entrance. Seeing us, he grinned. “Ladies, car trouble?” Jess and I exchanged a look. We both knew what this was. We’d read about scams like this—shops scattering nails on the road to puncture tires and charge exorbitant fees. But we were in the middle of nowhere, with no surveillance cameras. We had no choice. “How much for a patch?” I asked, suppressing my anger. “Five hundred bucks. Cash or card?” The man’s grin didn’t waver. “What? You—” Jess started to lunge forward, but I held her back. We couldn’t afford a confrontation here. We paid the money. “Do a good job,” I said coldly. The man pocketed the cash, beaming. “Of course! You’re VIP customers. I’ll fix it up real nice!” … Jess stomped off to scroll through her phone while I watched the man work. I checked the time. We should still make it to town before dark. Suddenly, Jess ran towards me, her face pale with terror. 3 My heart leaped into my throat. Jess shoved her phone in my face. She had been browsing local videos for food recommendations, but the top result was a police alert. [Truck Driver Mailed by Unidentified Creature!] My pupils constricted. If I wasn’t mistaken, the driver in the video was the same one we had met earlier. That red jacket… I was sure of it. Jess scrolled down to the comments. One comment read: [I drove past there around 2:30 PM. I think something happened to that guy!] Jess and I stared at each other in horror. 2:30 PM? That was five minutes after we left. “Is it another one, or the one we saw?” Jess whispered, her voice trembling. A chill ran down my spine. If it was another one, that was bad enough. But if it was the same one… “It’s following us?” I gasped, clutching my chest. “But why? It holds a grudge?” “We didn’t even do anything to it!” My voice shook with fear. “Who knows how a monster thinks?” Jess spat. I checked the time. 5:30 PM. We had driven three hours since leaving the gas station. Surely it couldn’t catch up that fast. “Once the car is fixed, we go straight to the police station in town,” I said grimly. The man finished the repair quickly. We sped towards the town. An hour later, we arrived and went straight to the police station. The officers listened to our story, their expressions growing serious. They promised to investigate and increase patrols. We found a motel to stay for the night. “Want to grab some food? We haven’t eaten all day,” I asked after we settled in. Jess waved a weak hand. “I’m too tired. I just want to sleep.” “Alright. Shower first, then sleep. We’ll eat a big breakfast tomorrow.” We washed up and collapsed into bed. We were asleep within minutes. I don’t know how much time passed. In my half-sleep, I heard heavy footsteps. Like something incredibly heavy walking on the floorboards. Thump, thump. Thump, thump… The sound got closer, then stopped. Knock, knock! Knock, knock! A knock on our door. Then, a wave of nauseating stench hit me. I snapped my eyes open, staring at the door in horror. 4 I froze, cold sweat soaking my back. The stench from outside grew stronger. It smelled like rotting meat, making my stomach churn. Jess woke up too, gripping my arm tightly. We looked at each other, mirroring the terror in our eyes. “Who is it?” I asked, my voice trembling. The knocking stopped. The silence felt suffocating. A few seconds later, a guttural sound came from the other side. Like a throat clogged with phlegm, or a beast trying to growl. Jess clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. I got up slowly, trying not to make a sound. I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight. As the beam cut through the darkness, I saw a pool of black slime seeping under the door, slowly spreading into the room. “What do we do?” Jess whimpered. I signaled her to be quiet and tiptoed to the window. We were on the second floor. Below was a narrow alley, about a ten-foot drop. I looked around for a weapon. Nothing. The knocking started again. This time, it was urgent, accompanied by heavy thuds. The door frame shook. We couldn’t wait any longer. I gestured to Jess to get ready to jump. As I reached for the window latch, a loud crack echoed from the door. Wood splintered. The door burst open. A massive dark figure filled the doorway. Over nine feet tall. Covered in matted, blood-stained black fur. A twisted human face, veins bulging, mouth split to the ears, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Its eyes glowed green, fixed on us. It was the same creature from the hill. Jess screamed and ran towards the bathroom. The mimic bear roared and swiped at me with a massive paw. I dodged instinctively. The claws grazed my shoulder, leaving five deep gashes in the wall. I stumbled into the bathroom, slamming the door. We pushed the heavy sink cabinet against it. “It’s going to break in!” Jess sobbed. I pulled out my phone. No signal. The bear roared and clawed at the door. Every thud felt like a hammer to my chest. I saw a small window in the bathroom. Big enough to squeeze through. “The window!” I yelled. We pushed it open. Below was the motel’s backyard, filled with junk. I climbed out first, hanging onto the ledge, signaling Jess to follow. As she leaned out, the bathroom door shattered. I grabbed her hand, but the bear caught her ankle. “Lily! Help me!” Jess screamed, her nails digging into my skin.

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During the break between classes, my desk mate nudged me gently. “Do you have… you know? Can I borrow one?” Seeing her awkward, squirming expression, I understood immediately. Just as I was about to reach for a pad, strange bullet comments—like a livestream chat—suddenly floated across my vision: [Lily, don’t lend it to her!] [The school bully is going to snatch it. Sarah won’t admit she asked for it; she’ll tell everyone the blood on the back of your pants is yours!] [Because of this one pad, in a month, you’ll go insane, and Sarah will die.] … Despite the frantic warnings floating in the air urging me to ignore Sarah, I calmly pulled out a sanitary pad and placed it squarely in front of her. “It’s the extra-long overnight kind. Don’t worry, it’s safe.” 1 Sarah Jenkins stared at the unwrapped pad sitting openly on the desk, completely frozen. I knew why she was shocked. Zach Stone, the school’s notorious bully, often led his pack of guys to make fun of girls on their periods. It had gotten so bad that girls in our class handled menstrual products like contraband—hiding them in sleeves, stuffing them in pockets, or passing them under desks in opaque black bags like secret agents. But today, I put it right there on the table in broad daylight… As if it were a pack of tissues, not a source of deep, teenage shame. “Don’t like the long ones? I have a regular flow one, too.” 2 As I reached for the second one, Zach acted exactly as the floating comments predicted. He snatched the pad off Sarah’s desk. He tore open the packaging with exaggerated excitement, shouting, “Sarah Jenkins! You need a mattress this big? Is it a crime scene down there? No wonder your chest looks bigger this week.” “Whoa, Zach, how do you know her chest got bigger?” one of his lackeys jeered. “Sarah is Zach’s childhood neighbor, how do you think he knows? Hahaha!” The boys in the class roared with laughter. Sarah clamped her legs together tight, burying her head low. “It… it’s not mine. It’s Lily’s. She’s on her period. If you don’t believe me, look at the back of her pants…” Just as the comments warned, Sarah stabbed me in the back. I felt a pang of sadness. We’d been desk mates since seventh grade. We promised to go to the same high school. I never thought she’d do this to me. “Sarah, every girl gets a period. It’s normal…” “Lily, leave me out of it! I don’t want to talk about that stuff publicly like you. It’s humiliating.” Sarah didn’t wait for me to finish. She scooted her desk an inch away, drawing a clear line between us. [I’m so mad! Sarah has no conscience. Lily tried to help her!] [Is the system glitching? Can Lily not see us? Why did she lend it to her?!] [Lily, you’ll regret this. Zach is about to give you a nickname. Everyone’s going to call you ‘Period Girl’!] Period Girl? That’s a terrible nickname. Zero creativity. I looked away from Sarah and lifted my eyelids. Zach was dangling the open pad in front of my face with two fingers, waving it back and forth. “Stand up, Period Girl. Let everyone see how dirty your monkey butt is.” 3 “Not as dirty as your mouth.” I stood up abruptly, snatched the pad from Zach’s hand, and SLAP—I stuck the adhesive side right over his mouth. “Zach Stone, since you’re so curious about feminine products, have a taste. If that doesn’t satisfy your curiosity, meet me at the girls’ bathroom after school. I’ll stuff a used one in your mouth.” A used one… The classroom went dead silent. Veins popped on Zach’s forehead. He ripped the pad off his face, threw it on the ground, and kicked my desk over. “Lily Harper! Are you crazy? I’ll beat you to death!” He towered half a head over me, eyes bloodshot with rage. The bruising on his cheekbones and the scabs on his knuckles were trophies from his street fights. In the past, if Zach looked at me like that, I would have apologized and ran. But today, I hooked my lips into a cold smile. Under the stunned gaze of the entire class, I unwrapped the second pad I was holding and smoothly slapped it onto his forehead. “Remember, I’m not Period Girl. I’m your Period Grandma!” [Did I see that right? Lily slapped him with a pad AGAIN?] [SATISFYING!!!] [Lily, you are actually unhinged. Next time a guy jokes about periods, I’m doing this!] [Period Grandma, I’m dying! Lily, you’re brave!] [Don’t celebrate too early. Zach isn’t someone to mess with. Don’t forget the ending for Lily and Sarah.] The chat cheered for a moment before turning dark again. They said that in a month, Sarah would die, I would go insane, and most of the students and teachers of 10th Grade Homeroom 3 would live in the shadow of this event forever. And it all started with this one sanitary pad. 4 Truth be told, I used to be just like Sarah. I hated my period. I hated how it embarrassed me. When I first got it in sixth grade, I thought I had a terminal illness. In middle school, the cramps made me shake. P.E. class was torture, but I was too ashamed to ask for a pass. In high school, the cramps were manageable, but the stress made my cycle irregular. Getting it during class, during exams, leaking onto the chair… I’d been through every nightmare scenario. Add to that Zach’s gang of boys. They loved bullying girls on their cycles. They’d pinch their noses and say we smelled weird, or shout “Monkey Butt” if someone leaked. My period became my monthly horror show. I had to be terrified, cautious, hiding it like I was smuggling drugs, just so Zach wouldn’t notice. Zach wasn’t like the other boys who were clueless about anatomy. He seemed to have studied menstruation. He could spot a girl with cramps. He judged who was due based on physical changes. If someone was late, he’d start rumors: “She missed a month? She’s definitely pregnant.” In reality, stress can make you miss two months easily. But Zach didn’t care. It was like he had a vendetta against every girl, nailing us to the cross of shame to satisfy his sick amusement. But is menstruation wrong? It’s a normal physiological function! Are we wrong? We’re just normal teenage girls! Everyone knew what Zach was doing was wrong. But 10th-grade girls are sensitive, and physically weaker. Most chose silence. Some told parents or teachers. But our homeroom teacher, Mr. Miller, was an old-school academic who only cared about grades. He’d talk to Zach, and nothing would change. Calling parents didn’t work either. Zach’s dad was even more unreasonable than Zach. I heard his dad once yelled at Mr. Miller, calling menstruation “filthy, unlucky, and disgusting.” He even scolded parents in the group chat for letting their daughters take sick leave for cramps: “There are men in this group! Just say she’s sick. Why do you have to force us to know about her cycle?”

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As graduation approached, the rich heiress in my dorm room cried about how much she’d miss me. I joked, “If you’re that capable, why don’t you just marry me?” She nodded solemnly, lunging forward as if to kiss me. “Okay, wifey. I’ll marry you.” I dodged quickly. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re both girls.” She didn’t say a word. That night, I heard her on the phone: “Bro, do me a favor.” “Help me marry a wife.” 1 Second semester of senior year. Finishing my thesis defense felt like being released from prison. I partied hard. Late nights, endless hangouts. And then I partied a little too hard and got into trouble. Riding my electric scooter home at midnight, I forgot about my night blindness. One wrong turn and—crunch—I slammed straight into a pitch-black luxury car. The cop shook his head while writing the report. “Look at you. You dodged all the beat-up sedans just to pick the most expensive car on the block to hit.” The car was brand new. No insurance yet. I was fully liable. The owner didn’t say much. He just kept emailing me the repair bills. Those strings of numbers made me dizzy. I felt that specific kind of helplessness where you want to die but can’t afford a grave. I hadn’t officially graduated yet, so I didn’t have a real job. But I needed to pay him back fast. During my gap period, I looked for any gig I could find. My mom called to say the cherry harvest was huge this year. She asked if I wanted to come pick cherries for a hundred bucks a day. Heck yes. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I could pick a cherry orchard bare with my bare hands right now. I immediately bought a ticket home for that night. I wanted to tell Chloe. But she was still out traveling. So, on the way to the station, I sent her a voice message: “Chloe, I’m heading home first…” Screech. Before I could finish, the Uber driver slammed on the brakes. I lurched forward, my finger slipped, and the voice message sent. Chloe didn’t reply immediately. When I got to the station, she voice-called me. Her voice was eerily calm. “Jo, you left something very important behind.” I thought hard. “What? I’m pretty sure I packed everything.” Her voice suddenly turned frantic. “It’s extremely important! Come back right now!” I was confused. I was so broke I had even packed the toothpaste tube I had to roll up to squeeze. How could I leave anything important? “I really didn’t leave anything important at school,” I replied. “I say you did, so you did! You did, you did, you did! Come back!” Chloe’s family is loaded. She’s the typical pampered heiress. Usually a bit willful and spoiled. When she gets anxious, she throws a tantrum. But she’s never unreasonable. Plus, she’s sweet and smells nice. Once you get used to it, it’s actually kind of cute. Before I could say anything else, she hung up. I ignored her and got ready to scan my ID to enter the station. The next second, my phone chimed with the beautiful sound of a deposit. A transfer of $50,000. From Chloe. See? She really is cute. The note on the transfer was simple and brutal: “Take the money. Refund the ticket. Come back.” Okay then. I remembered. I remembered everything. I definitely left something very important behind. 2 I obediently returned to the apartment I shared with Chloe off-campus. The moment I walked in, she rushed over and hugged me. Her eyes were red, like she’d been crying. “Jo, you can’t leave!” I didn’t have time for her melodrama. I needed to go earn my hundred bucks. I finally peeled her off me. “What important thing did I leave behind?” Chloe’s eyes darted away for a second, then she put on her usual haughty expression. Hands on her hips, head tilted, she pointed at herself with righteous confidence. “Me.” Me: “…” “Hey, why aren’t you saying anything? Am I not important to you?” “I gave you the best four years of my youth living with you. How many four years do we get in life?” “Jo, say something! What am I to you?!” Excuse me? Princess, why do you sound like I’m a scumbag ex-boyfriend who abandoned you? Sometimes I really want to call the police. But I took her fifty grand, so I could only force a smile. “Of course… you are the most important thing in my heart.” I almost ground my molars to dust. Chloe kept rambling. “I came back and didn’t see you. You scared me to death! Jo, how could you be so cruel? Leaving me all alone!” “Four years together, morning and night, and you just leave after graduation? I don’t agree!” I raised my hand to rub my temple, but Chloe shoved her head under my hand. She wanted me to pet her. Resigned, I gently stroked her silky hair. I felt bad, but I had to say it. “But Chloe, we have to part ways eventually.” “Even though that day is coming soon, I’m just graduating and going home. I’m not dying.” “If you want to see me, I can come visit, or you can come find me.” Chloe is a local here in the city. I’m not. I don’t have the means to stay and build a career here. If we hadn’t gotten into the same college, I probably never would have met someone like her. Becoming friends with Chloe was purely accidental. Freshman year, four years ago. I didn’t get along with my roommates. I was ostracized. My request to switch dorms was denied. I wanted to move out. But our campus is in the city center. Rent is astronomical. A student like me couldn’t afford it. Screw this school. I quietly climbed up to the campus roof. No hidden agenda, I just wanted to invite the school board to enjoy the breeze with me. I sat there for ages, and no one noticed me. I was bored out of my mind. So I started scrolling on my phone. That’s when I saw Chloe’s post on the campus confession wall looking for a roommate. Her parents bought her the apartment, but it was too big. She was lonely and a little scared living alone. She wanted someone to keep her company. Rent-free. My eyes lit up. I DM’d her immediately. I thought the competition would be fierce, so I padded my resume with enough fluff to fill a pillow. Turns out, Chloe had either offended someone or was just the victim of rumors. There was a thread on the campus forum with over a thousand comments about her bad temper and princess syndrome. She never defended herself. So I was overthinking it. No one was fighting me for the spot. I ran down from the roof and sprinted to the interview. When we met, she asked me to cook a meal to test my skills. I actually couldn’t cook. Plus, I was nervous. After tinkering for ages, I produced a plate of egg fried rice that was half mush, half burnt. I can’t imagine how bad it tasted. But Chloe ate it all without a word, eyes teary. I’ve seen likable heiresses, but never a people-pleaser like this… At first, I was anxious living with her, afraid she wouldn’t like me either. But I discovered Chloe was actually really sweet. When she posted a nine-photo grid of expensive gourmet meals on Instagram, she’d put my fried rice right in the center. She’d hang the ragdoll I hand-sewed on her designer handbag worth thousands. She’d send me money or gifts for the tiniest reasons—like if I just smiled at her. … I wondered countless times, who said she had a bad temper??? She’s literally an angel! Honestly, I was going to miss her too. But I knew that after graduation, even if we met up, it wouldn’t be the same. 3 Chloe shook her head violently. “Who says we have to separate after graduation? I don’t agree!” “If you leave, who’s going to make me fried rice, sew dolls, peel crawfish, and cut watermelon? Waaah, I don’t want you to go.” “Your housekeeper can do those things.” “It’s not the same! You’re my bestie. My bestie doing it makes it special!” “She must genuinely like me to do these things for me. Forget it, you don’t have a bestie as good as Jo, you wouldn’t understand.” Me: “…” I felt a pang of guilt and looked away. She treats me like a bestie. I treat her like an ATM. Chloe kept outputting, listing everything I’d done for her over the years. “Everyone else disliked me, said I had a bad temper. Only you stood by me. I know you were the one who hacked the school forum and took down that thread. You looked so cool doing it.” “When I was sick, you skipped your exam to take care of me. You prepared for that exam for so long. You said you didn’t study and didn’t want to take it, but I saw your textbook was worn out.” “When I had anorexia and weighed like ninety pounds, you didn’t know how to cook but learned just for me. You cut your fingers so many times, got oil burns all over your arms. I’m healthy now because you fed me mouthful by mouthful. Like a mom…” As she spoke, she started crying. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. The atmosphere got heavy. I couldn’t handle the sentimental vibe, so I joked to lighten the mood. “If you miss me that much, why don’t you just marry me and take me home?” Chloe stopped crying instantly. Her pouting face turned serious. She looked like she was genuinely considering it. After a moment, she sniffled and nodded solemnly. “Okay. I’ll marry you.” I know her. That expression meant she wasn’t joking. She meant it. I quickly pushed against her head as she buried it in my chest and dodged. “Hey, hey, hey! Stop! Don’t be crazy! We’re both girls! I was kidding!” I was really afraid she’d take it seriously. Recently, I heard her family was arranging a marriage for her. If her parents found out I led their daughter astray… They’d drown both of us in a vat of herbal medicine to purify us. Chloe didn’t get mad that I dodged her. She started counting on her fingers, analyzing calmly. “We’ve lived together for years. Our lifestyles and personalities mesh perfectly. We know everything about each other. We’ve met the parents. We like each other. It’s a waste not to get married.” Makes sense, but not really. I explained earnestly, “If one of us were a man, maybe it would work. But we’re both girls. Being best friends is great too.” Chloe didn’t speak. She stared at me for a long time, then gritted her teeth. “Fine. You want a man, right?” “Don’t run off. I have a plan. I won’t let you go!” I nodded, leaning back on the sofa with my hands behind my head. I didn’t think she could come up with any plan. Let her ponder life for a bit. She’ll figure it out eventually. After playing with the cat on the sofa for a while, I needed to use the bathroom. It had been a while. Chloe should be done pondering life. I walked to the bathroom. Just as I was about to knock, I heard Chloe’s voice from inside: “Bro, do me a favor.” “What is it?” Chloe had him on speaker. A deep, magnetic male voice with a lazy, just-woken-up drawl floated out. I knew Chloe had a brother doing his PhD in Germany, but I didn’t know he sounded this good. “It’s simple. Promise me first.” “Chloe, if it were simple, you wouldn’t say that. Spit it out.” “Really, really. Brother, my good brother. If you knew what I wanted you to do, you’d thank me.” “Isn’t your car broken? If you help me, I’ll lend you my car.” He scoffed on the other end. “I have more than one car. Hurry up. What do you want?” “Help me marry a wife.” … Me: ? This is her “plan”? The other end of the line fell silent too. 4 I assume her brother was shocked too. He didn’t speak for a long time. Chloe kept rambling, trying to persuade him. I tuned out. By the time she opened the bathroom door, I was still standing there like an idiot. Seeing me, Chloe guessed I had overheard. She waved her phone with a proud look. “Jo, you rejected me because I’m a girl. But I have a brother. He’s a man. Tall, handsome, smart, and has some money. You can’t reject that, right?” Me: “…” Do I dare reject that? But I felt it was wrong. Plus, her brother was overseas. Dragging someone into this from across the ocean seemed unethical. Seeing my hesitation, Chloe added, “He’s my biological brother! Same last name! I vouch for his character… Please, please? Can you stay?” My first instinct was still to refuse. He’s a PhD student, so he must be at least 28. Men over 26 are basically elderly. I just graduated. I’m 23. Women over 23 are forever 18. An age-gap romance like this would get roasted online forever. No way. Doing a PhD in Germany? He’s probably balding and mentally unstable. And he hadn’t said a word, so he definitely wasn’t into it. Thinking this, I said to Chloe, “No. Unless your brother is Hayden Lin, there’s no deal.” I froze as soon as I said the name. That’s the name of the luxury car owner I hit. I’ve been receiving his repair bills lately. Every time I open one, I see his name. Every morning I wake up owing Mr. Hayden Lin another few grand. Life is full of hope. Until it isn’t. So when Chloe mentioned the last name “Lin,” that name popped into my head instantly. Owing him hundreds of thousands at my most helpless age made him more unforgettable than a first love. I didn’t plan to explain. Chloe wouldn’t know him anyway. But knowing him or not was secondary. As long as she understood that her brother and I were impossible. “Stop!” “Who did you say? Lin what? What what what! What’s his name?!” Chloe’s voice jumped an octave, weirdly excited. Startled, I answered weakly, “Hayden… Hayden Lin.” “AAAAH Jo! How did you know my brother is Hayden Lin?!!”

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1 On my wedding day, I stood at the altar, my arm linked with Julian’s. He was the “tragic second lead” I was tasked to save after I woke up inside this novel three years ago. In those three years, I was his shadow. I sat through every therapy session with him; I stood on the balcony at 3:00 AM, watching him chain-smoke as he stared into the void. I helped him climb from rock bottom back to the top of the corporate ladder. Everyone said I was the miracle worker—the woman who finally cured his obsession with the “it-girl,” Maya. When my mission was complete, Julian begged me to stay. I chose him over going back to my old life. Just as the vows were about to begin, a man in a black trench coat stormed into the chapel. He tore off his sunglasses, revealing a face identical to Julian’s, but weathered by a decade of misery. “Stop wasting your breath trying to save me,” he rasped. His eyes bypassed me entirely, landing on Maya in the front row with a look of starving devotion. “I’ve lived the next ten years without her,” he choked out. “And I’d rather rot in hell than spend another day in a world where she isn’t mine.” The resemblance was chilling. It wasn’t just the features; it was the tiny mole under the eye, the shape of the jaw. But this man looked hollowed out. Was he Julian from ten years in the future? I had spent three years stitching Julian back together. Now, the healthy, happy version of him was standing at the altar with me, and this ghost was telling him it was all for nothing. My strength evaporated. My hand slipped from Julian’s arm. Beside me, the “young” Julian snapped. He lunged forward, grabbing the stranger by the collar. “I don’t care what kind of freak show you’re running,” Julian hissed. “Get out. If you ruin this wedding—” The older man grabbed Julian’s wrists, dragging him toward the guest pews where Maya sat. He forced Julian to look at her. “Look at her! You idiot, look at her! This is the woman you love. This is the only one you ever wanted to marry!” His voice was a jagged mess of desperation and prayer. Maya stood up, her gaze flickering between the two identical men before settling on my fiancé. “Julian…” she whispered. “Do you… do you still feel that way?” The young Julian froze as if paralyzed. His expression shifted, his eyes darkening with an intensity I hadn’t seen in years. He stared at Maya as if the rest of the room had vanished. The man between them let out a ragged sigh of relief. He could feel it—the spark in his younger self’s soul. The obsession hadn’t died; it had just been dormant. “Please,” the older man whispered to the younger one. “Don’t make me lose her again.” The young Julian stood still for a long time. Finally, he turned back toward me on the altar. “Summer… can we put the wedding on hold? Just for now?” I looked into his eyes. That one sentence flipped a switch inside me. I knew then: the wedding wasn’t on “hold.” It was over. Some people don’t want to be saved. Some people don’t deserve the effort. 2 I didn’t argue. I just watched him with a cold, detached clarity. Julian didn’t wait for my answer. He turned to the crowd of Manhattan’s elite and announced that the ceremony was postponed. The guests cleared out, whispering. I didn’t move. My eyes were fixed on the “Future Julian.” The “Young Julian” was busy ushering people out, but his eyes kept drifting back to Maya. The love in his gaze was suffocating—a tidal wave ready to drown her. I hadn’t seen him look at anyone like that since the day I first met him, back when he was ready to jump off a bridge for her. I looked down at my white dress and laughed silently. Three years of my life, gone like smoke. Julian eventually walked back to me. He looked exhausted. “Summer, I’ll have my driver take you home.” He paused. “Once I figure this out, I’ll come talk to you. I promise, I’ll make this right.” “I can get myself home,” I said, glancing at the bizarre trio: Young Julian, Maya, and the Ghost of Julian Future. This was their twisted drama now. I was officially an extra. I gathered my train and walked out. I didn’t look back until I was in a cab blocks away. As expected, Julian didn’t chase after me. 3 Three years ago, I was just a broke college grad with no prospects. The “System” appeared and offered me a deal: Enter this world, save Julian, and earn $100 million. Once the mission was done, I could go home or stay. Either way, the money was mine to keep. I succeeded. Julian stopped being suicidal. He became the perfect partner. I felt a sense of pride—I had “fixed” him. I fell for the illusion of a happy ending. I chose to stay. But I never accounted for a time-traveling obsessive ruining the party. Fine. I still had the $100 million. It was time to go live my life. 4 A few days later, Maya showed up at my penthouse. She was the classic “It Girl”—effortlessly beautiful, the kind of woman men destroy themselves for. “Sorry to drop by unannounced,” she said with a soft, practiced smile. I let her in and made tea. She waited for me to break, to scream, to ask questions. I stayed silent. “I know everything,” she finally said. “Julian… the older one, let’s call him Ian… he told me everything.” She leaned forward. “He said in ten years, I’m miserable. Married to my current husband, Liam, with an eight-year-old kid, stuck playing the trophy wife. He told me our world is a story, a script. He asked me if I was actually happy.” She shook her head. “I’m not. I don’t want that life.” She looked at me firmly. “So, I’m divorcing Liam. I’m not going to be a puppet anymore.” I nodded. Good for her. Then she smirked. “Ian also told me you’re a ‘traveler.’ That you were sent here to save Julian.” She scanned me, her eyes brimming with pity. “Honestly, Summer, were you really going to spend your whole life on a man who never truly loved you? Is he really worth it?” I smiled. “You’re absolutely right.” Maya checked her watch. “Julian is on his way up. Why don’t we see where his heart really lies?” Before I could ask what she meant, she picked up her tea and poured the lukewarm liquid all over her silk blouse.

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The day before Ivy League admission decisions were released, every boy in our senior class decided to take a “ritual dip” in the town’s old Holy Spring. They wanted to pray for the “Prom Queen,” Chloe. I watched them as they started stripping off their clothes, ready to dive into the murky water. I hesitated, then spoke up. “I heard locals have been releasing copperheads and rattlesnakes into the springs lately. Maybe don’t jump in.” My boyfriend, Tyler, snapped at me instantly. “Maya, you already got your early admission to Harvard. Are you really that insecure that you have to sabotage our prayer for Chloe? This is pathetic. I should report you to the board; maybe they’ll revoke your admission for being such a toxic person.” Hearing that, I was ready to just walk away. But then I saw Tyler pull out a mesh bag, ready to “release” some animals for extra luck. My heart stopped. “Those are Pit Vipers! They are extremely venomous and aggressive. Do not open that bag!” Chloe stepped in, smiling sweetly, insisting they were just harmless water snakes she bought from a local “collector.” I called the Principal immediately. Luckily, a group of parents arrived just in time to stop them. They confirmed the snakes were deadly. The guys in class actually thanked me then. “If it wasn’t for you, Maya, Chloe would have gotten us all killed.” When the results came out, Chloe didn’t get into a single university. She ended up at a bottom-tier community college. She left a suicide note—which was actually a manifesto—blaming me for ruining her “blessing ritual,” claiming that’s why she failed. Then, she ran away from home. That same night, my bedroom was crawling with Vipers. As I was bitten to death, I heard Tyler’s voice from the hallway. “If this bitch hadn’t interfered, Chloe would be at Yale right now!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the spring. Back to the day they were all “praying” for Chloe. This time, I’m going to stand back and watch them die. 1 “Maya, you’re already set for Harvard. Why are you trying to stop us from helping Chloe? Are you really that jealous?” “I know your grandma got scammed by some ‘spiritual healer’ for fifty grand back in the day, but she was senile. We aren’t.” Tyler’s gaze was filled with pure disgust. Standing before the stagnant, muddy pond with the whole class, I realized I had been reborn. The phantom pain of a thousand fangs filled my mind. I forced a smile and stepped back. “I was just saying some springs have snakes. But since Chloe found this place herself, I’m sure it’s perfectly safe.” Tyler looked satisfied. “It’s time. Let’s do the release first,” Chloe said, pulling out a heavy crate. The moment she pulled back the tarp, I saw dozens of cold, slit-pupil eyes staring back. My skin crawled. In my past life, I stopped this. I saved them. And they repaid me by filling my house with venom. My parents died in their sleep. My entire neighborhood became a death trap. And Chloe? She went viral. She posted videos saying, “Maya stopped the ritual, so the snakes followed her home. Karma is real. Stay blessed.” She became a “spiritual influencer” on the back of my family’s corpses. “Maya, don’t just stand there. Help us,” Tyler barked. I looked at them—my “boyfriend” and the snakes. I felt a surge of cold fury. “I’m actually terrified of snakes,” I said, backing away toward the road. “I’ll stay up here and record the ‘miracle’ for you guys. Good luck with the blessing.” Go ahead. Feed the vipers. 2 Chloe grabbed my arm. “Maya, I know I’m not a genius like you. I don’t deserve your help.” “But first you claim there are vipers, and now you’re ‘scared’? You’re just trying to imply I’m lying to everyone. I would never hurt my friends!” She started to sob. “Just go. Everyone, just go. I don’t deserve the luck. I’ll just accept that I’m a failure.” Before I could blink, Tyler slapped me across the face. “It’s just a few snakes, you coward!” “You’re just trying to bully Chloe!” He grabbed my wrist, dragging me toward the crate. I was shaking. “I’ll stay! I’ll record! Just let me go!” “Look at how pathetic you are,” Tyler sneered, throwing me to the ground. The other guys laughed. “Being a nerd doesn’t make you part of the team, Maya.” “Ugly girls are always jealous of girls like Chloe. If she messes with Chloe again, let’s just toss her into the water with the snakes.” I promised I wouldn’t leave. I held up my phone. Tyler laughed. “The ‘snake bath’ is supposed to be life-changing. If Chloe wasn’t on her period, she’d be in there with us.” The boys roared with laughter. “Stop it, you guys are embarrassing me,” Chloe giggled. “Release them!” The moment Tyler opened the crate, the snakes slid into the dark, murky water like oil. 3 Tyler stripped down and waded in. After just two steps, he let out a sharp gasp. His face contorted, his muscles twitching. Chloe laughed from the bank. “Tyler! Is it working already? Is a snake wrapping around your… you know?” The other guys got excited. “Damn, that’s intense!” “Don’t tell me you can’t handle it, Tyler!” Tyler looked like he was in agony. But he gritted his teeth, his ego refusing to let him back out. “I’m fine! Get in here! Let’s see who can stay in the longest!” I watched them all pile into the water. I smiled. Let’s see who dies first. Soon, every boy in the water had a look of sheer pain on his face. But they were all “Alpha males”—no one wanted to be the first to scream. The water was too muddy to see the blood. Tyler, the first one in, whispered, “Why does it feel so… swollen?” Chloe smirked. “I heard that in these springs, the ‘energy’ makes men more well-endowed. Maybe you should check for yourselves.” They actually fell for it. They started checking themselves under the water, their faces lighting up with a sick kind of pride. 4 Swelling. That’s the first symptom of a Pit Viper bite. The second is tissue necrosis. Their “manhood” was literally rotting while they smiled. “What are you doing?!” a voice screamed from behind me. It was Mr. Henderson, our homeroom teacher. Tyler waved lazily from the pond. “Just getting a blessing, sir.” Mr. Henderson’s face went white. “Are you insane? Look at the water! Those are Pit Vipers!” “They are highly aggressive and lethal! Get out! Now!” The boys froze. Chloe tried to intervene. “Mr. Henderson, you’re mistaken. These are harmless water snakes. I bought them myself.” The second she finished her sentence, a scream shattered the air. A snake had breached the surface and latched onto Tyler’s face. Chaos erupted. The water turned into a thrashing mess of limbs and scales. As they scrambled for the shore, I saw it. Snakes were dangling from them—latched onto their legs, their arms, and yes, their “swollen” manhoods.

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