Chapter 10: Scar Tissue

On the right side of my face was a mottled scar.

The system said I’d died in a fire ten years ago.

Its energy came from the world itself. But James Donovan, vengeful to the extreme, had struck back at everyone involved in his wife’s death—no matter their guilt.

Even the “chosen ones,” the main male and female leads, had died five years ago. After their deaths, the world fell into James’s hands. Even the system could barely hang on, its energy always running low.

So it could only restore my body to 80%. I was healthy enough, but there were still unrepaired burns scattered across my skin.

I looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror—a plain, even ugly face.

To choose me to save someone like the villain...

No wonder the live-chat was full of mockery.

My reflection looked like someone you’d pass on the street and forget a moment later—a nobody with a story no one wanted to hear. I touched the scar, feeling the rough edge, trying to imagine what I’d looked like before the flames, before my second chance.