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If you had a chance to be reborn into a new world, would you change anything? A series of stories of being reborn and changing ones fate.

Al, was thrown into another world for no apparent reason. A new world filled with magical things. However, this wasn't the first time he had been reincarnated. He thought he was just an ordinary youth, but it turned out that his identity was so extraordinary in his first reincarnation. There were his harems still waiting for his arrival. Will he meet them soon and what will happen?

Eliana, an orphan at Safe Haven Orphanage, escaped for a good reason: to relieve Headmistress Rosie of her burden. However, her life began to change when she entered the dark, frightening mansion with a living beast, Caleb, an Alpha who chose to lock himself due to the death of his Luna. Would their lives be altered once they discovered that reincarnation had occurred?

Lana thought marriage to Diego would be the best thing to ever happen to her. But, she was wrong. She didn't realize this until she was gagging desperately over a poisoned cup of wine after a passionate wedding night. But death is not the end. She is reborn into the body of another person a month later and she begins to plot her revenge against her enemies. But fate had other surprising plans. When she meets Diego in her new body, a mate bond springs to life between them. She is quick to publicly reject him only to fall into the hands of a force majeure. The Ruthless Lycan King. But the question was, could this reborn Land survive what former Lana didn't?

Vera fought for her life in the apocalypse for ten years. Ten brutal years left her disfigured, hungry, and almost broken, but she still clawed her way through it. She killed zombies, ran from mutated animals, starved, bled, and learned humans were often more dangerous than monsters. Then her brother, the only family she had left, betrayed her. Vera thought death had finally come. Instead, she woke up inside a trashy book she once read to stay sane while the old world fell apart. A book with a twisted plot and too much drama. And because her luck had always been terrible, Vera did not wake up as the heroine. No, of course not. Her second chance was to become the hated second female lead, pregnant, unwanted, and written to die when the plot no longer needed her. Her babies were supposed to die too. Even the three men who got her pregnant were written as future corpses, all to push the story toward spoiled women and one psychotic male lead. But Vera was not the woman from the book. She had survived one ruined world. She had not walked through radioactive rain and eaten mutated food just to cry over fantasy characters or beg for love inside a stupid plot. So Vera adapted. She accepted her punishment, took her three unborn babies, and left for the garbage center without making a scene. Everyone thought she had been thrown away. Vera saw a chance to make money, protect her babies, and build something of her own. Now the woman meant to disappear is building a wasteland empire, breaking the plot, and driving three men insane because she no longer chases anyone. By every rule in that world, Vera should be dead. But dying a second time was never an option.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed inside and told the officer on duty that the killings weren't random—that the murderer was coming for me. They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then my husband arrived in a hurry and took me away. But the moment we reached our front door, a heavy hammer smashed into the back of my head. Through the blinding pain, I forced my eyes open, but I never saw who killed me. Now, staring at the grave expression on the news anchor's face, agony surged through every inch of my body. Rebirth isn't a reset. The damage accumulates—and sooner or later, it will torture me to death. Without hesitation, I walked into the kitchen and set a pot of oil to heat. And I waited… for the moment the lock began to turn.