"Haa…" I looked up at the blue sky, remembering Sir Leon's fanatical expression.
Life is so hard.
I already know what he's planning now. I saw him running off toward the Headmaster.
Oh, my headache's starting again.
Forget it. I won't stay long in this school anyway. Now that I think about it, it's almost time… that incident will happen soon.
One of the greatest tragedies of my past life.
Before I met my grandfather—that day—he was on his way to see one of his closest friends, Mr. Troy Regis, who like my grandfather, retired as the Clan Master of the Regis Clan, a mid-level clan. Grandpa Caleb Lamarca was going to visit him and offer his condolences because the Regis Clan's five-year-old youngest son had died during a kidnapping incident.
"And if I'm not wrong…" that strange boy was also there.
I walked aimlessly, asking myself—
"Should I go there?"
But… why?
"…"
It's not like I'm a good person. I'm far from it. I'm a sinner. I've long lost count of how many lives I've taken just for the sake of my goal.
As long as I could rid myself of the resentment in my heart, even if hell awaited me at the end—I didn't care.
I blankly looked at the smiling faces of people passing by.
I don't know why I'm here. Alive. When I was supposed to be dead and in… hell.
Heaven would never show mercy to someone like me.
I kicked an empty Coke can, and it landed perfectly in a trash bin.
"Wow!" shouted a little girl who saw what I did. I forced a smile at her innocent face, despite the storm of emotions swirling in me.
"Kylie! Let's go! Sorry about that, miss!" her mother called, smiling apologetically before lifting her daughter into the bus.
"You're so cool and pretty!" the child shouted while waving before the bus door closed automatically.
I remained standing at the sidewalk, leaning on a post, watching the cars, the children lined up with their parents at food stalls, and the employees taking their breaks.
I noticed the sun was gone. The light was fading. Evening was coming.
I hadn't even realized how long I'd been standing there, lost in thought.
I've been like this lately—aside from sleeping, I enjoy mindless walks. Maybe because I know… a time will come when I can't do something as simple as this anymore. Not without danger lurking around every corner.
"What do You want me to do?" I asked the sky quietly.
I had headphones on, so I didn't look crazy talking to myself. A few people glanced at me, but I ignored them. I'm used to being the center of attention—this is nothing compared to back then, when the entire world was watching me.
I smirked, remembering those days.
Then quickly wiped it off my face.
I don't want to live that life again.
This time, I want to live without regrets.
I don't care about the reason for my second life—for my rebirth. I'm sorry, but I just want to live in peace and pursue my slacker dream.
"And to do that… I have to avoid those guys."
The Fool.
The Weirdo.
The Stupid.
The Idiot.
Those damn tyrants. I wonder what they look like now. They're much younger than the last time I saw them.
"Ugh…"
Just thinking about those four lunatics gives me a headache. I sincerely hope we never cross paths again.
For my sake, and for theirs.
If possible, I want to avoid disaster. Those guys are crazy, and back then, I had to be crazier just to survive them.
They're all bastards.
Yes, I won. But I still burned to death.
But oh well?
I already know how their story ends, even if I didn't live long enough to witness it.
Because I made sure… that all of us would fall. I destroyed the Ruling Era of the Great Clans.
If things happen the same way again, at least commoners won't suffer under them anymore.
"…"
Even though the outcome helped the people, I didn't do it for them. Frankly, I can't call myself their savior. I sacrificed a lot of lives—including theirs.
I'm tainted.
I don't regret what I've done.
If there's one thing I do regret—it's that I couldn't protect my family.
I was the only one left in that luxurious mansion.
"So please… don't expect anything from me. I just want to live a life where I don't have to do anything. I'm tired. I'm not asking for forgiveness. Because even I… can't forgive myself."
"I'm an irredeemable b*tch," I whispered weakly.
I started walking again. I don't know if it was just my imagination…
But it felt like someone was embracing me warmly.
And strangely, I felt like crying.
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Location: LAMARCA GRAND MANSION
Inside the lavish mansion, the family gathered around the dining table. Every gesture, every aura in the room radiated nobility and power.
At the center of the table sat the elderly Caleb Lamarca.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Castillion? I shouldn't be sitting on this throne anymore—you're the Clan Master now. You've been the head of the family for years. What would people say if they saw this?"
The old man shook his head. Though he was scolding his son, his tone carried no anger—just concern.
"Let him be, Papá," said his second son, Trillion Lamarca.
"You too, Trillion," Caleb chuckled at his second son.
"Hehe! They're right, Grandpa! You rarely visit these days. Just stay there so we can all see you easily!" said Amelia Genova Lamarca, Trillion's youngest daughter, flashing a bright smile.
"This silly girl! Hahahaha!"
Gillion Genova Lamarca, Trillion's eldest, smiled quietly as he listened to his family's lively banter.
"This girl's skill in flattering Grandpa is leveling up. I just hope your studies level up, too," Yuna Lamarca told her daughter.
"Hahaha! Let our little princess live freely. With us here, our children will never suffer," said Caleb with pride. Amelia's eyes sparkled with happiness, while her mother sighed in resignation.
"My wife is right—we can't spoil this brat, Papá."
"Exactly! This little devil needs discipline! Do you know what she's been doing in the Academy? She's stalking that Kazimir Night guy! She's bul—"
Panicked, Amelia covered the mouth of her older brother, Hellion Genova Lamarca, Trillion's second son.
An awkward silence fell over the table.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, AMELIA?" Trillion's cold voice thundered.
"D–Dad…" she stammered, pale.
"Amelia, I'm telling you this for your own good. That guy is dangerous. You can't handle him," said Gillion gently. The tension eased slightly.
"Big brother…" she whispered, on the verge of tears.
"I won't say anything further. This is your responsibility, Trillion—you're her father," Castillion Lamarca said coldly. He rarely spoke during meals, only when he'd finished his plate.
"Yes, Clan Master. Thank you. I'll handle this," Trillion replied respectfully.
Only the father and son remained at the table.
"Look at you. Are you really not planning to find a new wife? Your beloved is gone, and your child is still missing. We don't even know the gender."
Castillion Lamarca, the elegant and solemn Clan Master, sipped his wine in silence as he listened.
"I also advised you to remarry back then, and you didn't listen."
"That's because I remained loyal to your mother."
"I'm the same, Father."
"Haah… What a shame. If Mikaela were still here…"
"I'm alright, Father. Besides, there's Gillion and Hellion. When the time comes, they can be the successors."
"Yes… we're blessed to have those boys. Especially Gillion," Caleb said proudly, thinking of his prodigious grandson.
Castillion showed no reaction. He trusted that one of them would be capable of leading.
"But that Kazimir from the Night Clan… that child is something," Castillion said with a faint smirk.
"You're right. I once had a chance encounter with him. The look in his eyes… venomous."
"It's not just him, Father," Castillion hinted with a grin. Caleb caught on quickly.
"Ah… yes. The Evander and Callum successors too."
Silence fell.
"This is going to be a chaotic era. Who knows what awaits us with the birth of such prodigies? Tragedy? Disaster? Destruction?"
"Who knows. In the end… there can only be one King."
What they didn't know was that in another lifetime, it was their own missing granddaughter who defeated those Kings. The one who sat highest on the throne—the girl they were unknowingly discussing—came from their bloodline.
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SLACKER'S LIFE PROJECT LIST!
I, Ophelia, solemnly swear to live a life of doing nothing. To fulfill this dream of mine, I hereby declare the following tasks must be done:
1. Avoid the Fool.
2. Avoid the Weirdo.
3. Avoid the Idiot.
4. Avoid the Stupid.
5. AVOID THEM AT ALL COST.
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