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On New Year's Eve, Alice finds herself thrust back into a past that nearly killed her—the night her family’s misguided obsession with superstition leads to her untimely death. Reborn into the chaos of her family dynamics, she watches as her brother, Vivian, and the rest prioritize foolish rituals over reason, using their deceased grandmother’s ashes as a bizarre means to fortune. With every misguided decision, the stakes rise, but Alice has no intention of saving them this time.
As she navigates the fallout of her family's obsession, the tension between loyalty and self-preservation simmers. Can she withstand the pressure of their expectations while plotting her own course? Will she let the flames of their greed consume them, or will the bonds of blood pull her back into the fray?
In a world where the living cling to the guidance of the dead, Alice must decide: is revenge truly a dish best served cold, or will she find a way to break the cycle of destruction before it spirals out of control? As the countdown to another New Year begins, her family’s fate hangs in the balance, and Alice is determined to watch the chaos unfold, one reckless decision at a time.
Reborn on New Year's Eve My Family Sold Me for RevengeChapter 1
On New Year's Eve, Vivian came up with a grotesque plan: she wanted to press Grandmother Henson's ashes into a set of dice. Her reasoning? To provide "ancestral guidance" for her indecisive son, Ryan.
In my previous life, I intervened immediately. I warned her that relying on the dead would only encourage Ryan's spineless nature. Under my intense persuasion, Vivian reluctantly abandoned the idea.
But as Ryan grew up, he hit wall after wall in his career. Meanwhile, Daisy, the neighbor's daughter—whose mother had actually turned her own parent's ashes into dice—soared through the corporate ranks, supposedly guided by spirits to become a top executive.
Vivian blamed me for every failure.
"It's all your fault, Alice! You stopped me from making those dice. If you hadn't interfered, Grandmother Henson's spirit would have guided Ryan to wealth and power long ago!"
Consumed by misplaced rage, my nephew's face turned a violent crimson. He snatched a shovel from the yard and swung it with all his might. The metal blade struck the back of my head, shattering my skull on that desolate mountain ridge.