REINCARNATED SERIES 1: Mafia, lesbian And the Tiktoker

Chapter 2: Attacked by armed men

I don't remember how we became enemies, but she's my mortal enemy. We even reached the point of shooting at each other. It's funny how people looked at us, sweating and pale.

Hearing gunshots and witnessing it, wouldn't you be nervous?

My forehead creased as I remembered my dream earlier. It bothered me since then. Triplets: blue, red, and yellow? It felt so real; I felt it was. But what happened to the kingdom when it exploded? Did they all die?

I was walking when someone bumped into me. Annoyed, I stood up, unable to see who it was.

"So annoying! They escaped," I muttered, kicking something, only to notice a fallen paper. I grinned.

"You're done for if this has a name; I'll hunt you down."

If only the smiling me earlier could be like this now. I unfolded the paper, but there was no name, just a question

"What do I want for my next life if I die?" As I read it, I touched my chin, pondering.

What do I want for my next life?

"Well, if I die, I want to be beautiful in my next life. Hehehehe. There's nothing wrong with dreaming. And of course, I want to be rich to buy a motorcycle, and I also want to have a mother and siblings. Hahahaaa, dreaming crazy on the street.

But then, I hugged myself as the wind blew stronger, raising the paper to the sky. I closed my eyes, feeling the sun's rays, and the paper vanished.

"Nothing's impossible. Your true life is about to begin," a whisper from nowhere.

"Who are you?! Come out, don't be a coward!" I said, scratching my head, finding no one.

I continued walking, feeling embarrassed; I had to tone down my swagger! There were still so many chicks earlier! I went home and fixed what needed to be fixed. That evening, Dad came home, and after preparing his food, we slept on the bamboo floor.

Smack! So many mosquitoes! Next day! I walked uneasily down the street. Just after a fight, my enemies, Badong's gang, lay defeated. I reached Dad's workplace and saw him guarding there. Poor Dad! Why do I have to be such a worthless child? I can't even provide a good life for my own father!

Double the effort! I'm 21 but can't get a job because I only finished elementary. It's frustrating!! Promise, Dad! I'll find a handsome rich guy to make your life better! Hahaa but where can I find one? What if I get pregnant by a rich guy and ask for support? Hahahaaa, I'm thinking too much. It's impossible for me to find a rich guy here.

We're poor and struggling. I sigh and scratched my head, then leaned against the wall. There's a chick! I'm wearing a hat, hiding my hair.

"Hi, miss beautiful," I called out, winking. She hurried past.

I greeted all the passing chicks; some blushed, some smiled, and some grimaced because I still looked like a girl. So what? They say I'm handsome even though I'm dark-skinned, hehehe.

"Ouch!" My ear hurt, and my hat fell.

"I knew it was you! You brat!" it's Dad.

"Hahaa, Dad, it hurts," I laughed.

He let go and tapped my head, so I rubbed it.

"Why are you here anyway?" he asked, annoyed. I pouted.

"Dad, you sound like a Mom. Of course, I'm here to pick you up! It's already 3 pm, your working hours are over! You might go home drunk again, what about your lungs then? You know we don't have money for hospital bills. Do you think anyone will buy me if I sell myself?" I asked, striking a sexy pose.