Chapter 1: Rebirth and Rage

I died. Again. Tragic ending, just like always. But this time, something was different. I remembered everything. My past life, my mistakes, my demise. And I was given a second chance.

Reborn with a vengeance, I made a pact with the gods to take revenge on those who wronged me. But, did it have to be like this? I looked down at my tiny hands and feet. A baby? Really? I had to start over from scratch?

I screamed in frustration, but all that came out was a baby's wail. Great. Just great. I was doomed to repeat the same mistakes, stuck in this never-ending cycle of rebirth and revenge.

But wait... I remembered something. The male lead, the one I had obsessed over, the one who had led to my downfall. I must stay away from him this time. I won't make the same mistakes.

With a fierce determination, I began my journey. I would survive, I would thrive, and I would avoid him at all costs

I glared at the colorful blocks in front of me, my tiny hands clenched into fists. I was a mastermind, a villainous genius, and yet I was stuck in kindergarten. The injustice burned within me.

My teacher, Mrs. Thompson, smiled cheerfully. "Okay, class! Let's build a castle!"

I seethed, forced to participate in this childish activity. But, I had a plan. I would observe, learn, and wait for the perfect moment to strike.

That moment arrived when the male lead, now a chubby-cheeked five-year-old, tried to take my block. I growled, baring my teeth. "Mine!"

He looked up at me with big, round eyes. "No, it's mine!"

I snarled, ready to defend my territory. But, then I remembered my pact. Stay away from him. I took a deep breath and relinquished the block.

The boy smiled and built his castle. I built mine, seething with resentment. Why did I have to start over? Why did I have to be so young?

As the days passed, I struggled to adapt. Naps, playtime, and endless questions of "why?" grated on my nerves. But, I persevered, determined to survive and thrive.

One day, while playing with playdough, I spotted him again. He was making a mess, laughing and carefree. I scowled, my heart racing. Stay away, I reminded myself.

But, as I watched him, something strange happened. I felt... curious. What was it about him that drew me in? I pushed the thought aside, focusing on my survival.

I mastered the art of observation, studying my classmates with calculated interest. Who were they? What were their strengths and weaknesses?

The male lead, now known as Timmy, was a puzzle. He was kind, gentle, and effortlessly popular. But, I saw glimpses of something more - a sharp mind, a quick wit, and a hidden vulnerability.

I filed this information away, determined to use it to my advantage. But, as I watched him, I found myself softening. He was... likable.

No! I shook my head, dispelling the thought. I couldn't afford to like him. I had to survive, and that meant staying away from him.

As the days turned into weeks, I honed my skills. I learned to navigate the complex social hierarchy of kindergarten, making strategic alliances and avoiding potential enemies.

But, Timmy remained a constant presence, always lurking in the periphery of my vision. I felt like a moth drawn to a flame, helpless to resist his charm.

One day, while playing with blocks, he approached me. "Hi! Want to build a castle with me?"

My heart skipped a beat. Stay away, I reminded myself. But, my voice betrayed me. "Okay..."

We built a magnificent castle, laughing and chatting like old friends. I felt... happy.

No! I couldn't be happy. I had to survive.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of playtime, I panicked. What had I done? I had to distance myself, now.

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