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Rebirth in Online Games: A Revenge Story
墨書 Inktalez
In the center of the narrow room stood a folding table, flanked by two rusted stools. On the table sat a bowl of rice porridge-like food, which had long lost its steamy warmth, now appearing as a dull, gray lump that evoked no appetite whatsoever.
Yan Yan's gaze swept over the artificially synthesized nutritional supplement in the bowl. A fleeting shadow crossed her eyes, but when her gaze landed on a convenience note stuck nearby, a gentle smile briefly flickered at the corners of her lips.
She stood in this narrow room, her nose filled with a faint musty smell mixed with the strange scent of cleaning agents. The walls around her bore patches of exposed gray concrete due to years without maintenance, while some white walls had taken on a dull yellow hue. She lowered her gaze, her slender fair fingers pinching the note paper on the table, and a grimace twisted her mouth.
"Yan Yan, breakfast is on the table. Remember to eat. I'm a bit busy with work today and might be back late. Take care of yourself. — Sister"
The neat handwriting on the note was slightly messy, indicating it had been written in haste.
"Sister, sis... ter," Yan Yan murmured softly, her tightly pressed lips revealing the turmoil within her heart.
Her fingers tightened into fists, leaving red imprints in her palms as dark pupils rolled with an emerging fierceness.
"Hah—" A nonchalant laugh echoed in the cramped space, filling it with an inexplicable pressure.
Carefully folding the note paper, she pulled out a stool and quietly sat down to eat her first meal after waking up.
Waking up—yes, waking up. She, Yan Yan, had awakened from ten years later...
Raising her hand to cover her eyes, manic laughter spilled from her lips. As the laughter grew louder, tears streamed from beneath her palm-covered eyes. The suppressed yet frenzied laughter seemed like a roar emerging from an ancient abyss—both sorrowful and joyful, desolate yet desperate, hinting at an uncontrollable ecstasy.
Yes, how could she not be happy? This time, her sister was still here; she was here; it was here.
Looking at the box by the door—a perfect square emblazoned with a simple "Lg," the logo of Shanda Network Company—Yan Yan knew that inside was what she needed most right now: the Zero Point Game Helmet.
In the legend of the Second World, the future realm for human souls.
It is also the source of Yan Yan's nightmares and dreams from her past life.
She took a deep breath, calming the tumultuous thoughts and nearly uncontrollable emotions within her, silently thinking: This time, let Zero Point bring only a beautiful future.
Last night, when Midnight woke up in the crowded room, Yan Yan almost lost control and mistakenly harmed the gentle woman beside her. When she caught a whiff of her sister's faint scent after five long years, her dry eyes instantly filled with tears. She carefully held back the tears in her eyes, holding her breath tightly, fearing that even a single gasp would cause the figure beside her to vanish.
She thought she was dreaming, in a wonderful dream after death. When she cautiously reached out to touch the woman's soft body, an overwhelming joy consumed all her thoughts in an instant.
She tensed her body, afraid to make any sudden movements, terrified that a careless action would inflict irreversible harm on the woman beside her.
Staring blankly at the gentle face of the woman in the darkness, it felt as if she had thought of so much yet nothing at all. She remained rigid in the same position until her entire body went numb, that prickling sensation coursing through her brain, piercing both her body and heart.
Yan Yan kept telling herself it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream; her sister was still there, truly there, right beside her, in her embrace. So everything was still possible; this time she wasn't too late. At this moment, Yan Yan was genuinely grateful to fate for not being early or late but precisely at this moment that made her feel such gratitude.
Outside the window, dawn began to break slightly. Yan Yan's dark eyes focused on the half-drawn curtains as the sound of the woman's gentle breathing filled her ears. Her excited heart, exhilarated mind, and weary body finally found peace in sleep.
For five years after her sister's departure, she had not slept well. Those nights haunted by nightmares repeatedly made her acutely aware of how cruel reality had taken away her sister—the only family she had left—her life, even her very existence.
The burning pain felt like flames consuming her, fueling an even deeper hatred for those she despised. Revenge became the sole motivation and reason for her survival.
Beside her sister, Yan Yan drifted into Drowsiness. The mental exhaustion made it so that in this safe environment, she didn't even know when she fell asleep. When she finally woke up, it was already noon.
However, this life is still long; there is much happiness ahead. She would slowly enjoy what she had previously overlooked. Of course, those who should not exist should disappear sooner rather than later.
Yan Yan stared at the flashing contact number on her wrist communicator, a cold smile curving her lips, her eyes devoid of emotion.
"Hello, is this Yan Yan? It's your aunt. Those debt collectors from the Ji Clan are back again. You two sisters must not come back; your uncle and I have already driven them off. This month's money... sigh, you know how it is for us. The little we can scrape together is barely enough, but there’s also Yueyue’s tuition. We... we really have no way out—"
The live image projected before her showed a sharp-featured woman in her forties, her face etched with sorrow as she lamented.
"Aunt? Is that you—"
The cold voice made the woman on the other end pause for a moment, then a troubled expression crossed her heavily made-up face as she replied, "Yan Yan, I know it’s tough for both of you sisters, but your sister hasn’t paid me for last month or this month. The debt collectors are here again, and Yueyue has been threatened. If you don’t pay up soon, they’ll take her and your sister away to settle the debt. You might be hiding out there, but we’re still family here; we can’t hide from this," she resumed her familiar lament.
Yan Yan kept her head down, obscuring her expression. Her silence made her appear as foolish as before.
A fleeting glimmer of mockery crossed the woman's eyes as she glanced at her son about to enter the room. She continued, "Yan Yan, your Langlang is back; Aunt needs to prepare dinner for him. I haven’t been able to reach your sister these past few times, so I had no choice but to bother you. I know you’re still around, but your sister has been working outside for over a year now; she should be earning a salary every month. So remind her to pay off the debts on time each month, or else—"
Before she could finish, she let out a few quiet sobs, completely disregarding Yan Yan's reaction. Once she felt the performance had run its course, she exchanged a few pleasantries before hanging up.
After all, this niece was just a stubborn blockhead who didn’t know how to adapt; not only was she foolish but obedient too—still somewhat useful. As for that eldest niece, thinking of her brought a slight arch to the woman’s slender brows as she scoffed, "After all, I have them in my grasp; they can't escape."
Yan Yan lifted her head from its lowered position, her sharp eyes fixed on the fading image. The hatred on her expressionless face flickered briefly before an evil grin crept across it like a demon rising from the abyss.
Since they were so clueless and eager to meet their demise, she couldn't help but oblige them.
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