Chapter 1

In my last life, our family adopted a little girl, Skylar, and from that moment on, our luck took a wild turn for the better.

Our old, rundown house suddenly hit the jackpot in a new redevelopment boom.

Our little diner became an overnight sensation, exploding into a nationwide chain.

Even the random lottery tickets we bought hit a cool million dollars.

My parents swore it was all Skylar's doing.

But the better our family fared, the worse they treated me.

I worked my ass off, silently counting down the days until college entrance exams, hoping to change my fate.

Instead, a homeless person murdered me on the very day of the test, while my sister got into a top-tier university.

Turns out, Skylar was a transmigrator, armed with a 'plunder system.' The more miserable I was, the better her luck.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back, one day before the exams.

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"Greetings, Host. I am System 009." A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my ear.

After rebirth, I'd bound myself to a 'Malice Rebound System.'

Endure malice, gain points, and I could buy anything I needed from the shop.

It was the day before my college entrance exams, and I stared at my scrawny body, my hands trembling just to pick up a pen.

With this kind of stamina, how was I going to survive the test tomorrow?

I wasted no time. I immediately went looking for my mom and Skylar, the two people who harbored infinite malice toward me.

Skylar was the transmigrator. She’d steadily stolen all my luck just by bullying and tormenting me. This time, it was her turn to pay.

I waited for them in front of the opulent mansion.

My mom, egged on by Skylar, went to a private club every day at 3 PM, claiming it was for "charity." But that private club was a front for some seriously shady dealings, and Skylar was neck-deep in their money laundering schemes.

Mainly, it was about fulfilling her transmigration mission, right? Why else would she dabble in scams and illegal schemes instead of living like a queen?

A short while later, a Maybach zoomed down the driveway.

I steeled my resolve and just lay down in front of the gate.

The driver slammed on the brakes, startling everyone inside. My mom shrieked,

"What the hell are you doing?! If you don't want this job, get lost!"

The driver stammered, his voice meek,

"Sorry, ma'am, there's someone lying in front of the gate."

Skylar's lazy voice drifted out, laced with an arrogant indifference.

"So what if you hit trash like that? It's just a matter of paying them off."

Mom fawned over her, chiming in,

"My sweet daughter is right."

She then yelled at the driver, "Didn't you hear Miss Skylar?!"

"Go see what's going on!"

The driver got out and approached me. He didn't recognize my grimy face at first.

Just as he was about to kick me out of the way, I swiftly latched onto his leg and wailed,

"Sir, it's me, Willow!"

The driver looked closely at my face.

"It really is Miss Willow!"

"Miss Willow? What are you talking about?!"

My mom flew into a rage. "Don't you dare spout nonsense! We only have one daughter in this house, and she's sitting in the car!"

She quickly turned to appease Skylar, "Honey, Mom only has you. These servants don't know any better, don't take it to heart."

When Skylar heard it was me, she didn't get angry. Instead, she stepped out of the car, looking oddly intrigued.

I knew it. She would never pass up a chance to humiliate me.

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