Chapter Three – The World That Shouldn't Be
She woke up with blood on her hands. No memory. No answers.
But suddenly, she's the villain in everyone's story?
Yue'er's crocodile tears are winning hearts...
And Yunxia's the one being judged.
⚠️ One false step and it's game over.
Read it now — if you dare.
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Bringing my hand down, I stared at it—streaked in crimson.
Yup. No doubt. It was blood.
My ears still rang like someone was screaming right next to me. The world around me buzzed in and out like a broken TV.
I turned my head to the left... and froze.
My reflection stared back at me from the cracked glass across the room—but it wasn't me.
Not the proud, commanding figure of the 7th Squad.
Not the black-haired little girl I used to be.
Not the warrior.
Not the weakling.
Just... different.
This wasn't regression.
This wasn't reincarnation.
It was a rewrite.
And despite my blurred vision, I could still read the billboards in the distance—ads, fashion brands, holo-movie premieres. The skyline looked like something straight out of the 20th century. It was normal. Too normal. Like the world before everything went to hell.
No monsters.
No war.
No screams in the distance.
Just peace.
And then—
SLAP.
I snapped my head back. Standing before me was a platinum blonde girl with hazel eyes. There was pain in her stare, raw and open like a wound. Her cheek was red—my hand still lifted, frozen midair.
Had I hit her?
Or... had she hit me?
Had she hit me?
I stared blankly at the trembling figure in front of me. Why was she shaking like that? Why did she look like I had just slapped her?
Her hand was still raised, trembling in the air like she wasn't done. Slowly, I forced myself to stand—my legs weak, my head pounding. And just as I braced myself for another blow, she moved.
I caught her wrist mid-swing.
I didn't even think.
But before I could retaliate—before I could return what she started—another hand gripped mine. Firm. Cold. Strong.
I turned, startled, only to meet the sharp, annoyed gaze of a black-haired guy with piercing blue eyes. He looked like I was nothing more than a problem he was too tired to deal with.
And for some reason... that stung. A weird ache flared in my chest, something unfamiliar. Something painful.
Then I saw it—my reflection in his eyes.
No... not me. Someone else.
I looked almost identical to the girl who slapped me. Same face. Same body. The only difference? A red lotus-shaped mark burned against my neck, and my eyes shimmered with two colors—hazel and a deep, stormy blue.
I blinked, stunned.
This body... it had already awakened.
Before the apocalypse. Before everything fell apart.
This wasn't reincarnation.
This was something else
She wore it like she owned it.
My dress. My day. My fiancé.
And everyone acted like I was crazy.
But now I remember everything.
The betrayal didn't start at the dungeon.
It started long before—
On the day she took my place.
⚠️ Chapter 4 drops soon.
You're not ready.