"Aren't you tired of the way you live?" A voice inside of him would ask. "What can i do? I was born to live the life of a killing machine that dances to the command of my master. You think i never tried to run away from my life?" He would reply. That was him. The prodigy, the pride and praise of assassins. His hands were dyed with blood. Blood of men, women, children and the aged. He tried to rinse the blood out of his life but failed miserably. It was like a string attached to him, following him even in his dreams. "I see you are trying to run from your shell." The old woman said to him. "You are a pitiable person. When death welcomes you i pray you be free of your chains." She smiled as her cracked lips left her final breathe and her eyes lost its gleam. "Aaahhhhh!" The sound of painful scream echoed the room as he pressed his sword into his skin. He was ordered to kill the president of the country and bombard his residence. That was his last mission. But instead of leaving the house alive he stayed behind watching his piece of work decorate the walls of the building. He smiled. "It seems this is the only way to attain my own freedom." The sound of exploding bombs thundered into the ears of his comrades. They had realised what the man had done. However death brought him a new life. He was gifted the chance to live in freedom, to redeem himself and live the life he had wished for. But inside the world of a book. Life was all happy and beautiful. Until one unfortunate day he was entangled with the worst situation as he had to present himself before the antagonist of the book. Standing before him he caught his eye and was recruited as one of his personal guard. Moreover the protagonist of the story was very much to his distaste. But nothing could be worst than being objected as a sexual toy by the villain of the book, who had his ways with him right?

He was the Scum consort of the Emperor even when he did nothing except loving the Emperor with his heart and soul. Emperor never looked him with love. It was always anger or disgust. So when he died, he thought his pain came to an end. but soon after he opened his eyes back in the day when Emperor abandoned him from the main palace. He blinked. In his last life he shouted out of his lungs saying he was not a scum consort. Nobody believed. In this life, why not living upto his reputation ? He will actually show them what a scum consort can do. If he can't avoid the blame, he will actually do the crime before accepting the blame. That is his plan for this life. Completed (25. 03. 2024)

This is a rebirth story about a young man named Lan Boyi. He has lost everything and died tragically. He was given a second chance and was rebirthed to the age of eighteen years old which is three years before he died. In this new life, Boyi felt that it was through the blessing of the great almighty heaven and his parents that he was a rebirth. For this life, he is going to TURN THE TIDE Those that have been good to him "I will be better to you" Those that tampers upon him "I will double your trouble" His new life also revolves around an icy, cold, and handsome man who is the richest man in S country. The pictures are taken from Google and other sites. The credit goes to the owners of the pictures. The BOOK COVER is done by my good friend luv-sacrifice She is an amazing artist. I like to give her all the credit. Also, the story is from my imagination and it does not represent any person in real life, it is fanfiction and fantasy!!! There might be some similarities of storylines to any stories that you have read but this is purely my own story. PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY STORY OR TRANSLATE IT Thank you for reading my story. Your comments and votes are most appreciated.

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE SECOND CHOICE IN A PERSON'S LIFE? I was always the 2nd choice in everyone's life. People always left me for someone, someone who was a bigger jerk than me. I couldn't understand why they left me for assholes such as those bastards. This always happened in my dream. Every single time people left me to be with a toxic guy when I was the better choice. In my dreams, those people who left me were, sometimes a girl and sometimes a guy. Nevertheless I was always abandoned in my dreams while the guy who takes them away glares at me with a smug smile on his face as if screaming "I won." Why was I always the second choice in their lives? I don't understand. What am I lacking? "YOU ARE TOO KIND!" "YOU NEED TO BE ASSERTIVE AND ROUGH ON BED TO WIN." "PEOPLE THESE DAYS LIKE TO BE CONTROLLED AND LEAD ON!!" "YOU NEED TO BE A BIT MORE TOXIC, MANIPULATIVE AND DEMANDING!" "BADBOYS ARE A TREND THESE DAYS!" "JUST BE A BIT MORE OF AN ASSHOLE OR ELSE YOU WILL NOT WIN! YOU HEAR ME?!?" SAID A CERTAIN ANNOYING BUG! "......." WTF! I QUIT!!!