Chap 1: Reincarnation
The mechanical voice cut through the tense silence. "Hello. I'm your system now."
She tilted her head, her cold eyes scanning the scene around her. Blood stained her white dress, each crimson drop a stark contrast against the pristine fabric. Her sharp gaze swept over the room, analyzing every detail, assessing the value of each element before her.
"System?" she asked, her tone icy and devoid of emotion. If not for her petite frame, one might have mistaken her for a machine.
"I'm number 09638—"
"Don't waste my time," she interrupted, her impatience evident. "Where am I?"
"In China. You were a successful test subject," the system replied, observing her. "Though it's a bit chaotic now, everything will be fine."
Her lips curled, though it was unclear whether it was a smile or a sneer.
"Now, I will be your guide."
She crouched down, resting her chin on her hand, her expression blank. "Changed memories?"
"No," the system answered coldly. "You were reincarnated at the age of two. It is my duty to protect you."
She stood, her small feet dragging across the cold floor, leaving dark red streaks of blood in their wake. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air. The system's voice droned on, monotone and lifeless.
She approached the large door, her wide eyes looking up at the out-of-reach doorknob. It was too high for her small frame, almost as if it were mocking her. She glanced back at the two lifeless bodies on the floor, her gaze indifferent.
Leaning against the door, she closed her eyes and rested her head against it. The room was filled with surgical equipment and test tubes, each containing a child suspended in a sea of blood. Her voice feigned frustration as she shot a glance at the system. "Reborn? Why at this age?" Even as her mind raced with curiosity, she wanted to see how the system would respond.
"Because this is the closest your body and consciousness can endure," the system replied.
She let out a soft, cold laugh that echoed through the room. "Closest? For what? To protect me? How ironic."
Her eyes wandered back to the test tubes, where the other children floated in the now-red liquid. The pale blue light from the machines reflected off their young faces, making them look like forgotten sculptures. In her life, nothing disgusted her more than the exploitation of children—weak, defenseless, and utterly powerless. Seeing them trapped in those tubes, tangled in wires, was unbearable. She glanced down at her own hands, studying the deep wounds etched into her skin.
"Actually, you should know," the system continued, oblivious to her disdain, "this is your only chance to change the future. Childhood is the most crucial foundation to rebuild everything from scratch."
Her gaze sharpened like a blade. "The future? The future where I was imprisoned, turned into a lab experiment? You think coming back to this time will change anything?"
The system paused briefly before responding. "It is the only way."
"Oh, I forgot," she said flatly, running her bloodied hands through her hair. Her eyes took on a ghostly hue. "You've never called me by my name before."
"Luu Ly," the system stated.
She sat down, crossing her legs and leaning back with an air of nonchalance. "Then," she began, her voice softening, stretching like a seductive melody, "tell me more. What exactly will you do to help me in the future?"
The system began to narrate, its mechanical voice listing every plan, every detail of the so-called "predetermined future." She sat motionless, her eyes fixed on the system, though her mind was racing, calculating each word. Her fingers rested on her thighs, subtly moving as if playing a game only she understood. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, small but laced with danger.
"Very good," she interrupted, her voice gentle yet satisfied. "Go on. I want to hear more."
The system obeyed, unaware that it was being manipulated like a puppet. Its voice continued to drone on, each word hanging lifelessly in the air. Her fingers traced strange symbols on the floor, her eyes gleaming with a mysterious intensity.
"Good," she said, standing and smoothing her blood-stained dress. "I see. Thank you for helping me confirm that."
A faint "crack... crack..." echoed in her mind. The system was malfunctioning, its vibrations rippling through her thoughts. She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Is it broken?" she whispered, her tone light and mocking. "It seems you're not as perfect as you claimed."
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