I had a skin condition, and when I scratched an itch in the university library, millions of internet users suddenly flooded my DMs. That’s when I found out I’d been falsely accused of sexual harassment by this supposed “angel.” I pulled out my medical report to clear my name, but Seraphina just sobbed dramatically: “Oh, you’re good at excuses. As if I, a young woman, would ever jeopardize my own reputation just to falsely accuse you?” Even my own brother sided with her. “Why would she target *you* and no one else? Maybe you should consider what *you* did to provoke it!” I couldn’t handle the online harassment. The day before my court hearing, I suffered a fatal heart attack and died. My grandfather couldn’t bear the grief of my death and fell into a vegetative state. My parents cut ties with my brother and tragically turned on the gas at home, ending their lives. And Seraphina? She not only got her guaranteed grad school spot, but she even dug up my grave, turning my ashes into fireworks. Then, I opened my eyes again. I had reincarnated back to the very day she asked me to save a seat for her at the library.
“Alex, aren’t you heading to the library? Could you save a spot for me?” Seraphina’s sugary voice echoed in my ears. The sheer malice in her eyes sent a chill down my spine. I’d actually been reborn. In my last life, I was at the top of my class, with a guaranteed spot in grad school. She was barely scraping by, but she desperately tried to project an image of a brilliant, academic goddess. That’s why she constantly targeted me. At first, I didn’t pay much attention. But then, she secretly filmed me scratching an itch *under my clothes* and then twisted it, claiming I was making inappropriate advances. That’s how she started the online campaign against me. The university expelled me. My classmates believed her vicious lies, and not a single person stood up for me. I died from a sudden heart attack because of the cyberbullying, while she smoothly secured her grad school spot. My grandfather couldn’t bear the blow and fell into a vegetative state, and my once-happy family shattered into pieces. Reborn, I wasn’t going to let history repeat itself. I coldly refused. “Sorry, I’m not going to the library.” Seraphina’s expression froze, her eyes widening in surprise before she quickly put on a show of injured innocence. “Alex, do you have something against me? Why won’t you even help me with such a small thing?” Seeing her tearful performance, my classmates immediately felt sorry for her, turning their indignant glares on me. “Alex, Seraphina works so hard every day! Would it kill you to help her out?” “I can’t stand people like *him*, acting all high and mighty just because *he* gets good grades. Thinks he’s naturally superior, but didn’t he only get ahead because of his brother’s connections?” I scoffed and turned to leave. “Hold it! If you dare to walk away today, forget about grad school, I’ll make sure you can’t even *show your face* on this campus!” A classmate’s angry voice boomed, but I didn’t look back. Seraphina, ever the “innocent” one, played the peacemaker. “It’s fine. If he wants to be pathetic, we don’t need to bother.” I smirked inwardly. Last time, she had scared me into a panic, and in my desperate attempt to prove my innocence, I fell right into her trap. That’s how she framed me. This time, I’d avoid all contact with her. I just wanted to see how her own boomerang would come back to bite her. As for the grad school spot? If she wanted it so badly, she could have it. Leaving the university, I aced an interview with a Fortune 500 company. Just as I bought a cake, ready to go home and celebrate, my classmates blocked my way right outside the campus gate. They looked me up and down, then, without a word, smashed the cake right onto my head. “Eat, eat, eat! Is that all you know how to do? Seraphina’s practically in tears, and *you’re* thinking about cake?” “That experiment was supposed to be a collaboration between you two! Now that *you’re* getting fast-tracked to grad school, you’re trying to block Seraphina’s path completely, aren’t you? Are you even human?” I wiped the cream from my face, glaring at them furiously. “That experiment wasn’t even supposed to involve me, so why would I go? Besides, did *I* make her unable to do it?” A classmate sneered, slapped my face, and snatched my ID badge. “Now, go help Seraphina with that experiment! Otherwise, I’ll burn all your stuff.” My heart clenched. “Give it back! I’ve already relinquished my spot to the department. If she wants it, she can earn it herself. Can you please stop bothering me?” The classmate scoffed, looking at my ID badge with utter disdain. “Who knows if you’re telling the truth? You need to leave us with some leverage, don’t you?” With that, he tossed my ID badge into a filthy gutter and raised his phone, recording me. The surrounding classmates wore smirks, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Thinking of my future in this life, I still jumped into that disgusting gutter to retrieve it. The laughter around me only deepened the humiliation in my heart. “Oh, look at him, he still looks defiant! Going to tell your brother to fail our classes again?” “You country bumpkin, always doing gross things like this! So disgusting!” The leading classmate kicked me right into the filthy water. The foul stench of sewage and mud soaked into my clothes. “Remember what you said! If Seraphina doesn’t get her grad school spot, you’ll be famous, alright!” Clutching my ID badge, I returned to my dorm, completely defeated. I knew my classmates had never really liked me. Before, I hadn’t understood why, but in this second life, I finally realized it was all Seraphina’s doing. She had schmoozed with everyone for scholarship money. Knowing her chances for grad school were slim, she started spreading rumors about me among the students. She claimed I deliberately had my brother, who was also a professor, fail them in his classes just to keep my GPA high. Every time a classmate failed, she would pretend to comfort them, then whisper that I’d ordered my brother to change their grades. Once my classmates heard I had connections, they started to resent me deeply. In my last life, when I was slandered, these very same classmates, who already harbored long-standing grievances, wasted no time kicking me while I was down. This time, I was curious to see if, without my involvement, she would turn on her sycophants.
I had just gotten out of the shower when I saw a flood of messages. Opening them, I found I’d been posted on the infamous ‘Confession Wall’ on SnapChat by Seraphina. “Heads up! Alex, from our major, was seen making vulgar gestures towards me in public for *two whole hours*! Can the university even do anything about this?” The accompanying photo showed me walking on campus, scratching an itch when my skin condition had flared up. My classmates immediately bombarded my DMs with attacks. “You did that in public? You’re a pervert, aren’t you?” “Is this the kind of scum who gets a guaranteed grad school spot in our major? Does this kind of trash really deserve it?” “I just burst out laughing at this ‘super-achiever’ who thinks he’s too good for his classmates and sexually harasses women! And he’s getting a guaranteed grad school spot?” At the same time, a message from Seraphina also came through: “Alex, I never thought you’d do something so disgusting to me. I don’t want to blow this out of proportion, so just write me an apology letter, and I’ll clear things up for you.” I scoffed coldly, replying with indifference. “Sure. I’ll write it as soon as you release the full security camera footage.” Seraphina fell silent. Yet, as I walked around campus, people were already giving me weird looks. “Quick, get away! That’s the pervert! Be careful he doesn’t target you!” “I heard he only got his grad school spot because his brother is a professor here, he just pulled strings!” “Poor Seraphina! She’s failed so many classes because he threatened her. How can there be such scum among university students?” Their words were exactly as they had been in my last life, and I was already used to it. Back then, after Seraphina’s slander, the university slapped me with a severe disciplinary action. I told them I had proof, but the Dean slammed his fist on the desk, his eyes blazing with fury. “Do you have any idea that because of *you*, our university’s decades of hard-earned reputation are gone? If you can’t provide proof, you’ll regret it!” I gritted my teeth and went back to my dorm to find my medical report. But before I could even speak, my roommate burned it right in front of me. “Give *you* proof? You never showed me mercy on an exam! Why should I help you?” I tried to go to the campus medical office to get a new report, but the young woman on duty that day shut me out. “Get lost! If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police!” I tried to find my brother, Julian, to have him confirm my skin condition. But as soon as I entered his office, Seraphina was already there, sobbing dramatically in front of him. My brother, without even hearing my side of the story, slapped me across the face. “You animal! My family has no place for scum like you!” Unable to get any proof, I was powerless, and the university expelled me. To mitigate the scandal, the university gave my grad school spot to Seraphina. As I left campus, my classmates wasted no time kicking me while I was down, saying someone like me deserved exactly what I got. Thinking of my fate in my previous life, I silently gathered evidence on my own, enduring countless sneers and dismissals in the process. Just as I prepared my evidence, ready to fight back, my DMs exploded. “This is what passes for a university student? If I were him, I wouldn’t even have the face to stay in school!” “Such an embarrassment to our university! Can he just leave already?” Some even photoshopped my picture in black and white, surrounding it with funeral wreaths. I was being cyberbullied! The familiar words sent a fresh stab of pain through my heart. I couldn’t believe it. Even after being reborn, even after avoiding all contact with Seraphina, and even after giving up my grad school spot, she was *still* trying to cyberbully me!
Amidst the relentless insults, I opened the video Seraphina had posted. In the video, Seraphina looked utterly heartbroken, her eyes red and puffy as if she’d been crying for hours: “Guys, you won’t believe this! I’ve been harassed at university! That guy actually did something so vulgar to me in public. I wanted him to apologize, but he…” Here, her tears started to fall again: “I reported it to the university, but because his brother teaches here, they haven’t done *anything*! Now I truly don’t know what to do. Please, netizens, help me figure this out…” Her supposed “evidence” was a heavily edited video clip and photoshopped chat screenshots. She had even pinned my contact information to the top of the comments. In the video, I glanced at Seraphina, then turned away and put my hand on my pants… The live comments absolutely exploded at that point. “This is truly sickening! Can this creepy pervert just drop dead already?” “Are they waiting for Christmas to expel this kind of person? We send our daughters to university, trusting they’ll be safe, only for them to be harassed by creeps like *this*?” “I actually don’t see anything wrong with what the guy did. What if he was just scratching an itch?” “Yeah, isn’t it a bit extreme for the poster to share someone’s contact info like that?” Any comments that sided with me were quickly deleted by Seraphina, who was controlling the narrative. Just as I was about to post my evidence, Dean Miller, flanked by Seraphina and a group of students, burst through the door. He pointed at me, his voice seething with anger: “Alex, look at what you’ve done! Your classmates are so disgusted they came to *me* to complain!” “The university has decided to suspend you for a while. You can come back once this whole incident blows over! In the meantime, go home and reflect on your actions!” I took a deep breath, speaking with a sigh of resignation: “Dean Miller, you know my situation. I have a skin condition. Wouldn’t it be simpler to just clarify things? Why do I need to be suspended?” His voice grew increasingly impatient. “How do I know if your skin condition was flaring up at that exact moment? The situation online has already exploded! The university’s priority is to mitigate the damage. If you clarify now, aren’t you just putting the university in an impossible position? As a member of this community, can’t you *ever* think about the school’s reputation?” I sneered, “So, I just deserve to be slandered by them? If what she’s saying is true, why doesn’t she just call the police?” My classmates, hearing this, glared at me indignantly. “Alex! What do you mean by that? Are you saying Seraphina, a young woman, would jeopardize her *own* reputation just to falsely accuse *you*?” “She’s developed severe depression because of your harassment, and you’re just getting suspended! What more do you want?” One classmate raised his phone, pointing it directly at my face. “Still not admitting your mistake, huh? I’m going to show everyone what kind of university student you really are!” Just then, my brother, Julian Hayes, stepped out from the crowd. His face was grim as he stared down at me. He spat out two ice-cold words: “Kneel down!” I looked at his face, a cold laugh forming in my heart. Everyone who had harmed me in my last life was gathered here. The harder they slandered me now, the more devastating the backlash would be when their own lies came crashing down! **4** “How many times have I told you? Don’t use my name to throw your weight around or bully other students! Did *any* of it sink in?” “You’re worse than an animal! My family doesn’t have trash like you!” “I’ve already spoken with the Dean, and your suspension is being upgraded to *expulsion*! Don’t blame me for disowning you; sometimes, you have to face the consequences to truly grow up!” The netizens’ chat stream erupted with outrage. “What kind of monster do you have to be for your own brother to disown you?” “And this guy’s a university student? He should be locked up!” Watching the scrolling comments, a bitter twist formed in my gut. Even though I’d known Julian would betray me, a part of my heart still ached. It was only after they’d destroyed me in my last life that I learned Julian always had a thing for Seraphina. That’s why he went out of his way to help her frame his own brother. If he didn’t see me as his brother, why should I treat him as one? With that thought, I clenched my fists, staring intently at Julian. “You better be careful what you say, Julian. If I didn’t do any of this, you’re looking at a defamation lawsuit!” Julian’s face showed a flicker of annoyance. “Even if Seraphina is falsely accusing you, why would she target *you* and no one else?” As he spoke, he kicked the back of my knee, forcing me to fall to my knees in front of Seraphina. “Apologize to Seraphina, now!” I was too shocked to react and landed hard on the floor. “Look! Ascendant Corp. just released a statement!” A classmate looked at me mockingly, then read out the announcement. “After careful consideration, it has been decided that Alex’s conduct does not align with our brand’s values. Effective immediately, Ascendant Corp. has formally terminated his employment and advises all our partners in the industry to never hire Alex!” My face froze. Ascendant Corp. had actually fired me? I thought I could avoid Seraphina’s series of false accusations in this life, but I never expected her to try and destroy me completely! “What else do you have to say for yourself?” Julian spat right in my face, then turned to Seraphina, a fawning look on his face: “Seraphina, don’t worry. As an apology from the university, we’ve decided to offer you the grad school spot, and you’ll also be directly placed in my lab!” Seraphina looked at me with a smirk, barely concealing her triumph: “Oh, I’m so sorry, Alex. Your harassment genuinely offended me, and I was just trying to protect myself. I’ll happily continue my graduate studies, but for you… grad school will probably be quite difficult for you now, won’t it?” “And no matter which university you apply to, you’ll receive my reports. I wouldn’t want you harassing anyone else!” The chat stream erupted in a frenzy when they heard her! “Serves him right! Perverts deserve this kind of treatment!” “Good riddance! Ladies, let’s all report him and get him locked up! I don’t want such a disgusting person anywhere near me!” “Expelled? Good! How old is he to be harassing classmates? He’ll be a cancer to society!” I looked at them with a cold smile. Since they were saying such things just to crush me, why should I preserve their last shred of dignity? I glanced at my phone. The video I’d scheduled to auto-upload had just been approved and was going live. “Look! He actually has the nerve to post a video?” someone in the chat stream yelled. Everyone present immediately pulled out their phones. As they saw the content, their faces collectively drained of color…
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