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Rebirth tragic beauty wants peace

Rebirth tragic beauty wants peace

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WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd maa, jul. 13, 2026
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Su Bai had died once before. And now, after his rebirth, he was done. Done with the chaos, the heartbreak, and the endless cycle of torment. He refused to endure it all over again. This time, he wanted nothing more than a peaceful, quiet life-far away from the entangled mess of these so-called protagonists. Because, yes, this world was a novel. A clichéd, overly dramatic love story. And Su Bai? He was nothing more than a disposable tool, a plot device designed to deepen their undying love for each other. His legally wedded husband-the protagonist, the perfect, untouchable gong-was at the center of it all. F*** this. Su Bai wanted no part of it anymore. He had been kind, accommodating, and patient. But this time, the "tool man" was done being used. The version of Su Bai who had endured everything with a smile, who played his role obediently, was gone. "Goodbye," he muttered to himself as he shut the door on his old life. And yet, there he was-the original gong, his husband-kneeling outside the house on a durian of all things. The sight would have been comical if it weren't so absurd. But Su Bai didn't care anymore. The pleading, the regret-it all meant nothing now. He didn't want revenge, forgiveness, or closure. He just wanted his peace. This time, Su Bai vowed, he would live for himself.
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"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?

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