Chapter One: Rebirth

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Qingyi woke up to find herself lying in a bathtub, the water already cold. Suddenly, a sharp headache struck, and memories that were not originally hers flooded her mind.

This place was a country called Xia, and the date was August 12, 2026.

This body belonged to a woman named Nan Chu, 23 years old. Nan Chu was a minor celebrity, barely scraping by with a handful of mediocre TV dramas.

Today, she had taken sleeping pills to commit suicide.

The reason for her suicide was the overwhelming flood of scandalous rumors online.

Her appearance was said to be surgically enhanced; she was rumored to be kept by someone, labeled a mistress, secretly married with a child, and so on.

Her family didn’t care about her either—they only demanded money.

Moreover, her father had publicly accused her of being unfilial on the internet. Under these circumstances, Nan Chu had fallen into depression.

Earlier today, her mother called—not out of concern, but to demand money.

Nan Chu’s parents had divorced when she was six. Both had remarried, started new families, and had new children.

Her mother was asking for money because her brother was getting married and needed funds for a house.

Nan Chu, already depressed, finally snapped after that call. She swallowed sleeping pills in despair.

Qingyi could not comprehend how this body could have chosen suicide over such troubles.

Qingyi came from the Infinite World, where every day was a struggle for survival.

Her world was filled with brutality, slaughter, and deceit.

Even children were capable of lying and killing.

She had died in the Infinite Paradise, devoured alive by monsters.

Yet, unexpectedly, she had been reborn—into such a peaceful and stable world.

Qingyi climbed out of the bathtub and looked at the reflection in the mirror—both strange and familiar.

Nan Chu resembled her but was not quite the same.

Nan Chu was tall and slender, with flowing black hair, flawless skin like jade, and expressive eyes that held an indescribable charm with every frown and smile.

She was like a peony about to bloom—beautiful without being seductive, radiant without vulgarity, full of grace and allure.

In contrast, Qingyi’s survival forced her to keep her hair short, her skin sun-kissed, with a strong, sturdy physique.

Her body bore countless scars, while Nan Chu’s skin was smooth and tender, like that of a newborn.

More importantly, Nan Chu had a striking figure.

Any woman who saw her would be moved.

Qingyi took a hot shower and dressed.

Back in the room, she discovered that the Infinite World’s interface had followed her here.

[Name]: Qingyi
[Age]: 20
[Level]: 178
[Gold]: 51,898,000,828
[Skills]: Spiritual Sight, Universal Magic, Gentle Breeze Step, Soul Summoning Curse, Talisman Mastery, Summoning, Mind Reading, Formation Master, Swordsmanship, Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Healing...
[Inventory]: Compressed Biscuits x 10,000, Water x 10,000, Endless Pen, Apocalypse Pen, Heavenly Fire Fan, Eight Desolation Gourd...
[Shop] [Friends] [Trading Center]

Qingyi tried using a skill—it worked!

She could even access items from the inventory.

Frowning, she wondered if rebirth meant she couldn’t escape the Infinite World after all.

But then she noticed—the Infinite World’s countdown was absent.

In her previous world, after leaving an Infinite Dungeon, a countdown would appear, constantly reminding players to enter another dungeon.

In the Infinite World, she had no family or friends, and couldn’t even sleep peacefully.

Because in reality, villains would break into homes to kill and steal treasures.

This world was truly a blessing. From now on, she was Nan Chu. She would live Nan Chu’s life well.

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Infinite World

Nan Chu opened her eyes. She had supposedly committed suicide—how was she still alive?

She immediately accepted the memories. The original body’s name was Qingyi, a player who had died being devoured by monsters in the Infinite World.

But because she had transmigrated, Qingyi’s body had healed.

More importantly, she had gained a new skill: Time Reversal, allowing her to rewind time by one hour.

However, the time flow in this world differed from her own.

The dungeon had already closed, and she was the only player left.

Nan Chu was unafraid. Compared to monsters, it was family who inflicted the deepest wounds.

Each blow stabbed her heart, unbearable pain!

Since fate had not allowed her to die, she would live well for Qingyi.

Furthermore, there was no family here who could hurt her.

She believed she could live a brilliant life.

Qingyi took up her weapon and went to hunt monsters in the dungeon.

Killing these monsters earned experience points.

Since she was trapped here, she might as well grind for more experience and gather more items!

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Nan Chu’s stomach growled. She pulled out a compressed biscuit and ate it.

Just as she finished, the doorbell rang.

She walked to the door and looked through the video intercom.

It was her manager, Sister Zhuang, real name Zhuang Wenqi.

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Nan Chu opened the door. As soon as she did, Zhuang Wenqi expressed concern: “I couldn’t reach you by phone. I thought something had happened.”

“I’m fine. It’s just my mom calling to ask for money. My brother’s getting married and needs a house.”

Zhuang Wenqi frowned in anger. “Why should you?”

Zhuang knew Nan Chu’s family situation well.

“Your parents have already asked you for so much. All the money you’ve earned over the years went to them. Honestly, just stop caring about them.”

“I’ve thought it through. I won’t care anymore.”

“If they want to spread rumors, let them. It only proves I’m unfilial.”

“You’re such a fool. Send me all the transfer records you’ve made to your parents over the years. If they dare to slander you, I’ll handle the public relations for you.”

“Thank you, Sister Zhuang.”

“Don’t mention it.” Zhuang had been Nan Chu’s manager since the very beginning.

There was even an incident where Nan Chu had saved Zhuang in a car accident, deepening their bond.

Now, Zhuang managed more than just Nan Chu. She had three other top stars, all more popular than Nan Chu.

But among them, Zhuang cared most about Nan Chu.

“By the way, I’ve secured a spot for you on the dating show ‘Love for Twenty-One Days.’ Although you have a bad reputation, I know all those rumors are fake.”

“They’re all paid trolling by rivals, baseless.”

She and the company had done public relations damage control but still didn’t know who Nan Chu had offended—the smear campaign was relentless.

Thankfully, the company spared Nan Chu’s opportunities out of respect for Zhuang.

“This dating show is a favor I’ve pulled. You must seize this chance.”

“Perform well and you’ll gain a wave of new fans.”

“Okay, thank you, Sister Zhuang.”

“The shoot starts in a week. I’ll notify you when it’s time.”

“Alright.”

“Alright, I’m off then.”

“Take care on the way, Sister Zhuang.”

“Will do. Bye.”

After Zhuang left, Nan Chu went to rest.

But she couldn’t sleep. Twenty years of habit weren’t so easily broken.

At the slightest noise, she would be jolted awake.