Reborn with a Vengeance: My Memories Are My Superpower

When I was bullied and pushed off the school rooftop,

Julian, the fox-beastman I had adopted, was kneeling before my tormentor, Valerie Blackwood, devoutly kissing her hand:

"Valerie, please, let me come back to you, okay?"

But back then, it was *me* who’d risked half my life, fighting tooth and nail, to rescue a half-dead Julian from Valerie's cruel beast-fighting arena.

That was the moment I finally understood: Julian had always been deeply in love with Valerie.

He hated my so-called rescue, hated me for taking him away from her side.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day we first met.

Julian was curled in a corner, bruised, battered, and barely clinging to life.

I smiled, clapped my hands, and pointed at the snarling little wolf that had injured him so badly.

"What a fierce little pup. I want him."

1

Memories from just a few minutes ago were still replaying in my mind.

Valerie, with a pack of beast-men, cornered me on the rooftop, beating me until my head bled.

Just as I gritted my teeth, pulling out the small knife hidden at my lower back to stab her, Julian appeared.

But not to save me.

He shifted into his beast form, leaping swiftly, snatching the knife from my hand.

He tackled me, throwing me off balance. My foot slipped, and I tumbled backward.

In that instant, I watched him carefully help a startled Valerie to her feet.

He knelt on the ground, bowing his head to devoutly kiss her hand.

"Valerie, you are my only true master.

"I’ve grown strong enough now, strong enough to protect you.

"Please, let me return to your side, okay?"

Turns out, the fox I'd nurtured for five years had never once acknowledged me as his owner.

Every day I cared for him, he was just biding his time, waiting for a chance to bite through my throat and return to Valerie's side.

Hatred burned away my reason. I closed my eyes as I fell.

The sudden, dizzying sense of freefall swallowed me whole.

2

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was bright, and the arena roared with thunderous applause and shouts.

I froze for a moment, then my gaze landed on the blood-soaked fox in the fighting ring.

That was Julian's beast form.

He was losing ground rapidly under the relentless, vicious attacks of the wolf-beast opposite him, whimpering lowly in the corner, too terrified to move.

It hit me then—

I had been reborn, back to the year I first met Julian.

Valerie Blackwood was naturally spoiled and cruel, finding pleasure in tormenting beast-men.

This arena was her personal playground, but for the beast-men, it was hell on earth.

Only the victors earned the right to live.

But even then, their fate was merely to be bought by spectators and kept as playthings.

In my previous life, Julian's helpless, pathetic form in the corner had moved me. I had offered to buy him.

But Valerie refused to let him go.

She'd said:

"The law of the jungle is the truth of this world. If he loses, he deserves to die. Ms. Sterling, don't spoil the rules of my ar...