Chapter 4

I stayed in that coffin for three days.

For three days, I breathed in the stench of the decaying corpse, alternating between crying and throwing tantrums.

But each time I cried and screamed, a bitter ache would settle in my chest.

Because I realized that my parents didn't seem to love me that much after all.

This made me remember the rumors circulating in our village.

People in the village said our family had seven children.

But I only had three brothers.

I had never met my three older sisters.

The villagers whispered that my three sisters had been turned into "flowerpot girls" by Dad and sold off.

I didn't understand what a "flowerpot girl" was.

How could a person turn into a flower?

But I knew it couldn't be anything good.

And I also realized, with a terrifying jolt, that if I hadn't inherited the family's reset ability, would I also have been turned into a "flowerpot girl" and sold by Dad?

Though I still didn't really understand what the reset ability truly was.

But thankfully, Dad finally let me out.

The moment I saw the moonlight again, my whole body trembled.

Silas, the old man, leered at me with a disgusting gaze. "Maya, will you be able to remember numbers well after this?"

I looked at the terrifying, sinister smile on the old man's face and nodded frantically. "I... I can."

Silas walked away toward Dad, looking satisfied.

"This girl has a stubborn fate; she might need the ritual done again. Take her back and observe her. If it doesn't work, come back to me."

My body trembled violently again, utterly terrified.

I glanced in horror at the bones lying in the coffin.

I swore I would never, ever come back here again.