📍 She wakes up in a dead girl's body.
❄️ No heartbeat. No memories. Just blood, a contract, and a system that talks too much.
LUSTRA says: "Complete the mission. Fulfill the wish."
Avery Blake says: "Get out of my way."
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Bang—!
A sharp, sickening crash broke the silence of the night. A girl's slight body plummeted from a height of over twenty meters, slamming into the concrete like a kite with its string cut.
Crack— The distinct snap of bones fracturing echoed into the dark, followed by the slow bloom of blood on cold pavement.
"Make it look like a suicide."
A man's rough voice floated down from the rooftop, tinged with disappointment.
"Damn shame. I love that sound—bones breaking, one by one."
Pain hit like a freight train. Every nerve lit up, screaming.
The mind that had once negotiated mergers worth billions jolted back to awareness. Muscles, bones—shattered, crushed… then oddly, knitting themselves back together.
What the hell? Wasn't this supposed to be the IPO ceremony?
Eyes snapped open. Blood, warm and sticky, pooled beneath the skull and slid down the back of the neck.
[Ding! System L.U.S.T.R.A. initialized. Commencing emergency body repair.]
System… L.U.S.T.R.A.?
Jaw tightened.
Then—memories. A pair of coarse hands clamped around the neck. Foul breath at the ear:
"Don't blame us. You were in someone's way."
Ten years of clawing to the top. One moment ringing the opening bell on Wall Street. The next, flat on the ground in a pool of blood.
The gaze dropped.
Bloodstained sportswear. Smooth, too-young skin. Slim wrists bruised purple and blue.
This wasn't the same body.
[Soul mismatch detected. System L.U.S.T.R.A. directive: Newbie Mission 1/3 - SURVIVE] [Time Limit: 00:10:00]
[Reward: Superpower Awakening + 10m³ System Storage]
Fantastic. Reincarnated and on a timer.
"Guy's generous. Paid a million to off a nobody student like her."
Voices from above again.
"Don't get too excited," another man laughed coldly. "Full payout only if it's ruled suicide. Murder drops it to two hundred K."
The new identity also answered to Avery Blake.
Fine. New rules, same name. The spine straightened.
Fingers twitched. Then toes.
Mobility was returning faster than expected.
In a snap, the body flipped upright.
"Where's the body?!"
A heavyset man burst down the stairs. His scarred face twisted in shock at the empty ground.
The redhead behind him sucked in a breath. "Rick… she's not dead."
"Move! She won't get far!" Rick Dalton grabbed a crowbar and rushed out.
"Tracks go toward the road!" the redhead—Nick Barnes—shouted, already diving into a van.
"You drive," Rick growled. "I'll check the woods."
Avery held her breath behind a pile of rusted junk on the factory's first floor.
No panic. That never helped.
Fake footprints at the roadside. Then backtrack. Classic misdirection.
The van engine roared into the distance. Still, the muscles didn't relax.
Quiet steps carried the body toward a rusted fire ladder.
Dusk stretched a long shadow across the factory rooftop. Far-off streetlights flickered on.
Screech—
"Shit! Blood trail ends here!" Rick's shout rang out.
"You think she stayed inside?" Nick's voice was closer.
Scrape. Crowbar dragged over cement.
Bang! A barrel clattered across the ground.
"Dammit! I'll tear this place apart!"
Rick's voice again. Then—
"Roof."
[ALERT: Killers approaching. Distance: 15 meters.]
The system's red screen blazed across her vision.
[Countdown: 00:01:30]