My dad believed in a tough-love, trial-by-fire kind of upbringing. Even though he was a billionaire, he threw me into the slums from the time I was little, left to suffer all sorts of humiliation. The person he sent to "take care" of me pocketed most of the money, feeding me nothing but plain bread and pickles every day. Constant malnutrition and oppression made me timid and insecure. Unable to take the bullying anymore, I jumped from the roof of a building. And after I died, my dad just gave my corpse a cold glance, completely unfazed. "This character build is a wash. Time to start a new one." But what he didn't know was, the new character was still me. I opened my eyes in a chaotic void, a warm sensation surrounding me. Memories flooded in like a tidal wave. The excruciating pain of my skull being crushed, bones shattered in my previous life, jolted me awake. I shot up in surprise. Had I been reborn? "Oh, honey, the baby's kicking! So strong! Definitely going to be someone important someday." "Of course. How could Rex Thorne's kid be anything less?" Familiar voices drifted through a muffled barrier. I looked at my newly formed hands and feet and finally confirmed the truth. I had become Rex Thorne's second experiment. Rex Thorne had clawed his way up from being the kingpin of his old, rough neighborhood. Dirt poor, he’d fought his way to notoriety. In his early years, he’d amassed wealth through sheer brutality, and with a stroke of luck on a few investments, he quickly became a billionaire. After his success, he rebranded himself as a renowned philanthropic entrepreneur, an inspirational legend for countless people struggling at the bottom, a symbol of someone who’d transcended their class. This also cemented his belief that only hardship could forge true talent. So, he’d tossed me, barely weaned, into the slums, assigning only a lazy, gluttonous caretaker named Brenda Lee to look after me. My biological mother had been forced by him to have me in the first place; she had no say in anything. Later, unable to bear Rex Thorne's abuse, she chose a sunny day to overdose on pills and died. And all of this, Rex Thorne had viciously told me on the day I died, just before I breathed my last. "Useless thing. Your mother was useless, and you're even more useless." "Can't even handle a little hardship. Good riddance. You would've just been a waste of space anyway." With that, he’d turned and left without a shred of sentiment, rushing off with his mistress to start his "new character." He left my body to rot, exposed and forgotten. But fate has a way of turning, and karma’s a bitch. What he never expected was that the "new character" he had such high hopes for was still me. And this time, I was going to make him pay a hundredfold. 2 The woman carrying me now was named Crystal Summers. Though her name sounded sweet, she was anything but. She’d climbed into Rex Thorne's bed even before my first mom had taken those pills. She was a master of flattery, but Rex, despite being a total scumbag, was obsessed with his public image. Even with a string of women on the side, he only recognized my first mother as his legitimate wife. He wouldn't give anyone else that official status until she was dead. Because of this, Crystal Summers resented my first mom, constantly scheming against her, both openly and secretly, causing her mental state to deteriorate until she finally killed herself. She even sent many of the people who bullied me, wanting me dead and out of the way. Thinking of this, rage boiled up inside me. Push-ups, backflips – I thrashed around in Crystal Summers's womb, using the umbilical cord as a jump rope, putting on a full acrobatic display. I kicked out, and my tiny foot made a sharp bulge on her belly. She writhed on the bed in pain, wailing and crying out while simultaneously praising how "robust" I was. "Ouch, it hurts so much! Woo-hoo, ha-ha-ha, my baby’s little foot is so strong! It’s amazing, it’s going to kick right through Mommy’s tummy! Aaaah, ouch, you little rascal, it hurts so much!" Thanks to my relentless torment, Crystal Summers was practically half-dead throughout her pregnancy. On the day of delivery, I clawed and kicked my way out, ensuring maximum tearing for her. Blood pooled on the floor before I finally emerged. Her nether regions were a mangled mess. After that, Rex Thorne never entered her room again. When I opened my eyes, I saw the face that made me clench my teeth in hatred. Rex Thorne, seeing the sturdy physique I’d developed from torturing Crystal, beamed, his face wrinkling up like a Shar-Pei’s. "Wow, look at these strong little arms! And these thigh muscles! Just like his old man back in the day!" I gave a wicked little smile, wrapped my tiny hands tightly around his neck, and with all my might, started slapping his face, left and right. "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" Rex Thorne had specifically invited the media to film this "tender" moment, wanting to project the image of a great, loving father. And this "loving" scene was, of course, clearly recorded by dozens of cameras with their long lenses and flashes. The reporters all had awkward, forced smiles. Rex Thorne, his face swelling up, tried to play it cool, his grin looking more pained than a sob. "Ha-ha-ha-ha, oof, see? This kid… loves me so much, ouch, ha-ha-ha, so strong." 3 Later, I displayed astonishing linguistic and athletic talents. I was speaking fluently at eight months, even becoming a linguistic prodigy seemingly overnight, and by ten months, I was walking steadily, even able to jog a little. Because of this, Rex Thorne doted on me. In my previous life, I was thrown into the slums before I was even five. But this time, I was almost six, and he still hadn't made a move, constantly clinging to me, which I found incredibly annoying. So, I escalated my kicks and punches, yet he’d just stare at me with stars in his eyes. I never knew Rex Thorne had a bit of a masochistic streak. "This is my boy!" "That good-for-nothing first one deserved to die! Should've died sooner! If he hadn't, I wouldn't have such a smart and adorable kid now!" Crystal Summers beamed, rushing over to hug Rex Thorne intimately. "That's right, darling. The baby takes after you, a real chip off the old block." Thanks to me, Crystal Summers hadn't rested well at all during her postpartum recovery. Her face was sallow and waxy. Rex Thorne pinched his nose and disgustedly pulled away, muttering as he walked towards the bathroom. "Jesus, you stink! How long has it been since you showered?" His words hit Crystal Summers like a ton of bricks. A wave of shame and anger washed over her face. Because I constantly demanded her attention, she hadn't even had time to shower. If she tried to hand me over to the maternity nurse, I’d scream bloody murder. She was barely hanging on by a thread after childbirth. Just then, I "accidentally" pulled out the phone I’d swiped from Rex Thorne’s pocket while he was holding me. The screen was vibrating non-stop. Flirtatious messages and risqué photos from various side pieces brazenly appeared right before Crystal Summers's eyes. She puffed up like an angry mother hen. "You bastard, Rex Thorne! I just had your baby, and you're already out wining and dining other women! I'll kill you!" Clutching the phone, she stormed towards Rex Thorne. But before she could even utter her accusations, he sent her flying with a vicious backhand. 4 "Who the hell gave you the nerve to go through my phone?! Trying to control me? Who do you think you are?" "Take a look at yourself! I can't even eat looking at that face of yours! I've only been putting up with you for our baby boy's sake. Don't push your luck!" Crystal Summers was stunned by the slap, covering her face, looking at him helplessly, her large eyes welling with tears. Rex Thorne couldn't be bothered with her. He hastily scrolled through his phone and bolted out the door as if his butt was on fire. I watched this woman – tears streaming down her face, milk leaking from her breasts, blood from below – with cold indifference. I felt no sympathy. She who lives by screwing others over, gets screwed over. Serves her right. But as Crystal Summers sat on the floor crying, she suddenly burst into loud laughter. I thought she’d had a mental breakdown that quickly and was starting to feel bored, but then Crystal slowly stood up, a smile on her face. "You old bastard, you're a real piece of work, but I'm no pushover either." "You really think Rocky is your kid? Ha-ha-ha-ha, you old fossil, you’ve been shooting blanks for years! Dream on!" My eyes widened. So, Thorne Junior Number Two wasn't even his biological child. The irony was, Rex Thorne, who valued blood lineage above all else, had personally killed the only true bloodline he had in this world. Pathetic and laughable. Since that was the case, I decided to give him another little push. While Crystal Summers was lost in her own main-character revenge fantasy, I grabbed her phone, unlocked it in a jiffy, and typed in some relevant information. Then I started wailing to get Crystal’s attention. Sure enough, she quickly looked over, annoyed. With Rex Thorne gone, Crystal didn't bother pretending to be a virtuous wife and mother. She was about to wave for the maternity nurse to come soothe me when she inadvertently glanced at the phone screen. Her eyes instantly lit up.
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