Chapter 1

I have been reborn.

I am back to the time when my grandmother was brewing poisonous weeds for my father and my younger brother.

"The local herbalist said this root is a treasure! We must boil it to strengthen the men in this house!"

I look back at my past life.

It was a miserable existence caused by my own foolish kindness.

I make a choice.

In this life, I will not stop them from walking straight into their own graves!

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"You useless brat! What are you staring at? Get over here and help!"

The long-forgotten, sharp voice pulls me out of my trance.

I look at my grandmother, who is years younger, and scan the familiar yet haunting house.

Through the hazy window, I realize I am only thirteen years old again!

I stare at the glass, trembling as I touch my own face.

Am I… reborn?

Seeing that I am motionless, my grandmother rushes over and slaps me across the face.

"You brat! Are you deaf? You are lazy and good for nothing! I should have gotten rid of you the moment you were born!"

The sting is sharp, but my heart is filled with joy.

I am reborn!

I finally have the chance to change the tragedy of my life!

In my past life, my grandmother was swindled by a charlatan who called himself a shaman.

She was told that the toxic pokeweed was a miracle ginseng root.

Because my teacher had once lent me a book on local flora, I recognized it as poisonous.

I tried desperately to stop her, but she wouldn't listen.

In the end, I dumped the brew down the drain.

I expected gratitude for saving their lives.

Instead, I was met with violent beatings and venomous insults.

"You wretch! Are you jealous of your father and brother? You are pure evil!"

"You said it was poison? The shaman gave it to me himself! You are a pathological liar who slanders others! Your heart is black!"

"That was such a precious gift, and you ruined it! I am going to beat you to death!"

"Sister is the villain! Hit her, Dad! Hit her hard!"

Because of that incident, I was beaten until I lost the sight in one eye.

Later, my grandmother claimed that since I was half-blind, there was no point in me attending school.

They took away my right to study and locked me in the house, forcing me to do the filthiest chores while they beat me at their whim.

Eventually, to save money for my good-for-nothing brother's tuition, they married me off to an elderly widower in the village with a history of domestic violence.

In his house, he beat me every single day.

I suffered broken legs, fractured ribs, and the loss of my unborn child.

In the end, he beat me until my soul left my body.

Thinking of that nightmare, I watch as my grandmother carefully places the poisonous pokeweed into the pot.

I offer a cold, hollow smile.

If you are so eager to die, then I will gladly grant your wish!