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22. Too Much To Digest
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2025-03-05 13:21:08
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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 23. All Eyes On Me
Club C had leveled up since my last visit in my past life. Back then, it had been a decent spot, a little underground, a little exclusive. Now, it was something else entirely—polished floors that reflected the neon lights, sleek high-end decor, and a crowd dripping with wealth and entitlement. This was the kind of place people bragged about getting into, the kind of club where tables cost more than rent. But to the rich, this was nothing. Just another night out. Lucky bastards. Jared had gotten us in like it was no big deal. It made me wonder—why did he keep claiming to be just a scholarship student when he clearly had the means to throw around money like this? "You made it!" Jared ran up to me, grinning like a kid at Christmas. Damien, of course, was right behind him. Surprisingly, he actually looked good trying to pull off the "cool guy" look. A leather jacket, of all things. "What's up, Jared? Fonzi." I nodded toward Damien. "Is the jacket really too much?" Damien frowned.
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-06Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 24. A Trip To Remember
This school was too good to its students. Apparently, there were four trips a year, all to luxury locations, disguised as team-bonding experiences. A blatant excuse to pamper the already-privileged students. But I wasn't about to complain—I could use a distraction. Damien came early to pick me up himself, practically glued to my side lately. His clinginess had worsened ever since that night at Club C. Not that Jared was helping that much. After that bold kiss and the way he flaunted the video in front of Damien's face, Damien had been spiraling into insecurity. Jared's love bar had jumped to 98%. [Field Trip Event New Mission: Identify Your Rival Reward: Good Karma Penalty: Accident] That was a bit extreme, wasn't it? If something happened to me and the trip got cut short, I'd be ostracized. This wasn't some solo adventure—I had an entire bus of rich kids who wouldn't appreciate a ruined vacation. The only good news? Jason was cleared to attend. His fractured arm wasn't enoug
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-06Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 25. Eyes In The Shadows
The mountainside resort was nestled in the heart of a dense forest, its surroundings tranquil yet teeming with life. Towering trees lined the winding paths, their dense canopy blocking most of the sun, leaving patches of sunlight to dance on the forest floor.Fucking creepy.The guy I was partnered with, who I now know is named Edward, had decided to stay behind, claiming the task of scavenging for vegetables wasn't worth his time. He lazily lounged in the fields, picking a few vegetables here and there, offering no help with the more demanding part of the hunt. It suited me just fine. I preferred the solitude, the chance to think without the noise of unnecessary distractions.As I stood at the starting point of the scavenger hunt, the sound of footsteps alerted me to the presence of that Ayla girl. She slinked toward Damien, her voice oozing false sweetness as she approached him."Damien," she cooed, "I was thinking we could pair up for this hunt. You know, like we did back in the da
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-07Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 26. Mission Fail
Despite the dirt and sweat clinging to me from the hike, Jason didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he was carrying me on his back as if I weighed nothing, his grip steady and possessive. His posture screamed confidence, almost as if he was trying to flaunt something. It wasn't hard to guess what—he was proudly showing off the hickey I had left on his neck. We hadn't done anything but make out, but it had been the hottest half hour of my entire existence, both past and present. And Jason? He was clearly taking it more seriously than I was. His love meter had shot up to 99%, and all for the sake of pissing Debbie off. Did that make me bad? The thought lingered for only a moment before fading as we arrived back at the exchange point. The gathered goods were impressive—meat, seasonings, and enough supplies to last at least a week. I should have been relieved, but exhaustion weighed heavy on my legs. By the time we reached Cabin 4, a luxurious, wood-paneled space that contrasted sharp
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-07Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 27. The Penalty
I was anxious about today. Even though we were well-rested and well-fed, today's activity was paintballing in the mountains—a survival game. The perfect day for an accident. And I still didn't know if it was going to happen to me or someone else. Not to mention, my stomach twisted at the thought of going back into the woods. As we gathered with our paintball gear, I repeated in my head: Just survive until the end of the game. Simple. That was it. I glanced around, my gaze landing on Ayla. She was chatting with a group of friends, but the moment she caught me looking, she smirked. It sent chills down my spine. Damien, sensing my unease, squeezed my shoulder. "You okay?" "Yeah, just... thinking," I admitted. "I'll be fine as long as I stay away from anything dangerous." Damien frowned. "I'll keep an eye on you." "No, that's—" "Alright!" The gym teacher's voice cut through the chatter. "Now that everyone is gathered here, I'll explain the rules of the survival game! First, put
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-08Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 28. So, I Didn’t Die?
I hit the water below with a violent splash, pain shooting up the right side of my body like fire, but I ignored it. The relief of the deep water under the cliff surged through me, washing away the panic and fear that had gripped me moments before. There's water! Deep, deep water under the cliff! Oh, thank fucking god for that! I fucking lived! The shock didn't quite sink in. An accident didn't mean death. That meant I still had a chance. A sliver of hope in this chaotic mess. I gasped for air and kicked toward the surface, fighting through the pain. I swam for the top, looking around frantically, but I couldn't see Jared anywhere. Damn it, I can't be the only one to survive! My eyes darted through the murky water as I dove back down, desperation surging in my chest. A few feet below, I spotted him. His vest was hooked on a rock, his body motionless. Fuck. I swam to him, my muscles burning as I pried him free from the rock's grasp. With every ounce of strength I had left, I
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-08Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 29. Competition
Jared spent the moments I was conscious trying to soothe me through the pain with small kisses and gentle touches, holding me like a child. It was surprisingly comforting, like being wrapped in warmth despite the cold, damp cave. By morning, we were found. "Hey! The missing students are in here!" a guy called out, waking both Jared and me from our sleep. Relief should've been the first thing I felt, but instead, the pain hit me like a truck. Every nerve in my body screamed, reminding me just how much I'd been through. It hurt like holy hell. Jared cried at the sight of the rescuers, his grip tightening around me before he was forced to move. I barely had the energy to process everything as they carefully loaded me onto a rescue stretcher. Jared, however, was talking—no, pleading—on my behalf, making sure they knew exactly what had happened. "He saved my life," he told them. "Jack saved me." It was nice, I guess, being acknowledged. Jared made sure they all knew I was the reaso
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-09Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 30. No Rest For The Wicked
To my surprise, my mom and dad were incredibly worried about me. In my past life, my parents wouldn't have even shown up for me—they'd be too busy getting high or, at best, visiting while I was passed out to raid my pockets. Yet here were two strangers crying over me, worried if I was alright. It was a little uncomfortable. "Honey, I don't know where I can hug you," Mom sobbed, her eyes red-rimmed and desperate. "Are you okay?" "I'm just fine," I said quickly, not wanting to deal with any dramatics. "No, you're not," she cried harder. Dad stood there, silent, his eyes scanning me like he was trying to piece something together. "Sweetie, he says he's fine," Dad sighed, as if that was the end of it. Cormac cleared his throat. "Thanks for saving my son." "Fuck off," I scoffed without hesitation. "Jack!" Dad snapped at me. "It's the medicine. It's no issue," I said, dismissing it before he could get too mad. Cormac just smirked, completely unfazed. "It's good that you're alrig
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-09
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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 88. Grandma’s Wig
I laid there, handcuffed to the hospital bed, with two detectives watching over me as the nurse finished wrapping up my wrist. She was friendly, but I was too anxious to fully engage with her. Three hours had passed since I arrived at the hospital, and just sitting there idle wasn't helping. "If you try some shit like that again, I'll kill you, kid," the lead detective snarled, glaring at me. "Is that a threat? I could sue for that, pig," I shot back, my voice steady but dripping with disdain. "It's a relief there's a hospital nearby with a low amount of patients," he scowled, launching into a rant about how reckless the youth of today were. "Don't you have a life to think about? I swear, you rich kids are so damn selfish." I tuned him out momentarily, my thoughts racing. The most important thing right now was my family's safety. Riley McIntyre was definitely going to go after my dad or my mom first. But as expected, I'd already calculated that possibility. I made a big fuss to ge
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 87. No Good Options
{TW: Self-Harm} The knock at the door was heavy and deliberate, a sound that told me this wasn't just a neighbor stopping by. When I opened it, I found two uniformed officers and a plainclothes detective staring back at me. "Jack Spencer?" the detective asked, his voice sharp. "Yes." "We need you to come down to the station for questioning. It's about the murder of Declan McIntyre," he said, watching me carefully. Behind me, Erwin froze, his grip tightening around his robe. "What the hell's going on?" he asked, his voice shaking. I turned and looked at Erwin firmly. "Stay calm. Lock the doors. No one in or out until you hear from me. Call Damien, Jason, and Jared to help me out," I said firmly. Erwin's face twisted in protest, but I was already being slapped in cuffs and led out of the house. The detective gestured toward his car, and I followed without another word. The ride to the station felt longer than it should have. Sitting in the back seat of the squad car, my pulse dr
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 86. Aunt Orla
[New Mission: Get A McIntyre On Your Side. Reward: Good Karma Penalty: Arrest] There the system goes with its impossible tasks again! How the hell was I supposed to do that? At least, that was what I was thinking an hour ago when I first received the mission. But because I was impulsive—and possibly an idiot—I ended up taking a car out myself, heading straight for the only person I could think of who hadn't come at me personally yet. My aunt. Women were more sympathetic in these kinds of situations so I should contact her first, right? Somehow I doubt it. I arrived at her office in one piece, which was more than I could say for the car I drove. "A few bumps" wasn't enough to describe the damage I'd done. The side mirror was barely hanging on, and the back bumper... well, technically, it was still attached. Barely. "You! You can't park there!" A guy in uniform shouted at me as I stepped out. "Is my aunt here?" I asked, trying to sound authoritative. "What? Your aunt? Why w
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 85. Buried Legacy
"How could you not know your own mother's background? I know mine so well I could tell you everything from her childhood up until now," Damien scolded me, his tone laced with disbelief. "Did she really not tell you she was a McIntyre?" "No, I'm absolutely clueless here," I admitted, feeling a bit ashamed. I'd never had much interest in my mom's side of the family, and now, that ignorance had come back to bite me. Apparently, the family that had disowned her was the McIntyres. Which meant I had killed my cousin... who, to be fair, had killed me first. Still pretty fucked up now that I think about it. "I looked at some of it quickly, and I can tell you right away she's from an influential family. You know McIntyre Corporations? The conglomerate? I'm sure you have, they used to have a stake in HUG." "Seriously? My mom is from that family?" I gasped. McIntyre Corp was a step below the elite, but still a top-selling brand, on par with Empire in certain aspects. "Yeah, they founded
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 84. The Real Culprit
"Wait!" I ordered before the cops could drag Ayla out completely. She froze, her tear-streaked face turning toward me. I stepped closer, studying the raw desperation clinging to her features. She wasn't playing anymore. There was no more fake composure, no more arrogant smirks. Just a stupid girl who realized too late that she'd lost. "Who gave you the courage to do this, Ayla?" I asked, my tone calm, almost casual. "It can't be your dad, or Hilliard, or even Debbie. Was it Eli Roth?" The second his name left my mouth, her expression snapped from fear to anger. "He's the one who told me the truth about you," she spat. "You're just a leech—" I raised a hand slightly, cutting her off. "I have something to ask you about him." That flicker of defiance wavered, and she shivered. "I don't know much about him," she murmured, the tremor in her voice betraying how deeply Eli had gotten under her skin. I studied her carefully. Ayla was spoiled and stupid—just clever enough to be dangero
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 83. Ayla’s Loss
{TW: violence} The ripping sound of fabric filled the air as two brutes tore my hoodie straight down the middle. My muscles tensed, and before they could react, I exploded into motion. The guy who had torn my hoodie barely had time to register what was happening before my fist crashed into his face. His head snapped back violently, his body staggering from the sheer force. The moment his grip loosened, I twisted, grabbing the second thug's arm and using his own weight against him. With a sharp pivot, I flipped him over my shoulder. His back hit the ground hard, the breath knocked out of him with a wheezing gasp. I followed through, slamming my knee into his gut before rolling back onto my feet. My knuckles throbbed from the impact, but my adrenaline had me feeling completely in control. Just as I was about to make another move, the host at the entrance suddenly spoke, his tone mocking yet tense. "What, is there an issue?" The two thugs hesitated, clearly listening to orders th
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 82. Theatrics
I arrived at the Johnson Hotel in regular clothes—a hoodie and mismatched sweatpants. A strategic choice. If someone filmed tonight, I just wanted to look like a guy who wasn't into labels. It better be fucking worth it. These ugly-ass Crocs on my feet were pushing the limits of my patience. I'll be burning them right after this. The fifth floor was quieter than I expected. The restaurant looked only slightly busy, but something was off. I tried to walk idly past, but three different people made direct eye contact with me in a way that was too deliberate. This must be the place. "I believe there's a reservation under the name of Spears," I said casually. The host behind the podium looked like the type who never belonged in high-class places but somehow forced himself in. He had gold teeth that flashed when he smiled—too wide, too eager, too forced. "Good evening, Mr. Spencer." His voice had an edge to it. "She's waiting for you inside. Please, follow me." As we walked through
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 81. The Next Threat
I woke up on the couch, groggy and disoriented. It took forever to convince my mom and dad not to push me into a relationship after Damien had kissed me so passionately in front of them. Dad's justification? "If you're going to be gay, you should be gay with him." Mom, of course, had agreed wholeheartedly. Somehow, though, I managed to get them to promise to put off that conversation until graduation. [New Mission: Finish Off Your Rival Award: Secret Intel Penalty: Strength Depletion] Fuck my life. I couldn't afford to lose my strength right now, but I also couldn't just kill Ayla, right? ...Was that what the system was suggesting? Kill her? It's the easiest option. Or was it setting me up for failure again, just to scold me later? I should kill her. My phone rang loudly in my hand. "Hello?" I croaked. A sharp, demanding voice answered. "Make some time to talk to me tonight." I frowned, still groggy. "Who the fuck is this?" "You don't recognize my voice?" She sounded
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 80. New Years
Christmas went by quickly, and I used the opportunity to get some much-needed rest rather than hunting for presents. Still, Mom made me get up to take tacky Christmas photos in matching pajamas. And for once, I actually got presents that year. Not some random car part or whatever cheap junk my past parents picked up after blowing all the holiday money on drugs. It was a nice change. And zero mention of Debbie. Then came New Year's. For some reason, we had to go to Damien's house just because we were invited. My dad, of course, was very eager to go, even praising me for getting us all invited. When we arrived, we were greeted by the butler, who took all of our coats. "Hello, Leigh, Eva," Damien's dad greeted smoothly. "Thank you for inviting us," Mom said, her usual polite charm in full effect. "I had no choice at this point." Damien's dad chuckled, his voice smooth but amused. "My boy just likes yours so much, it would feel cruel to take a holiday without him." I went red. "
