If I hadn’t taken the exam, I might’ve avoided the auction house–but she would’ve still locked me up and turned me into a breeding tool for her biological son!N
Everyone in that world believed in the supremacy of genes.M
They thought a professor’s child would definitely become a professor.M
A college student’s child? Destined to be a college student.M
How absurd.N
So when I came back to life, I made sure to plant seeds of doubt early on. I told the driver that my mother had tried to stop me from taking the exam. I even claimed that the money I borrowed from the class monitor had been given to me by her.
Among us–the so–called “breeding stock“-it was unheard of to receive that kind of support.
Unless… someone had developed feelings for one of us.
People who are guilty are usually paranoid.
That’s why I knew the moment I escaped, my parents would be the first suspects.
Even the slightest slip–up would doom them.
And that was exactly what I wanted.“]
Phated them.
But I hated Woodstock even more.
Because Woodstock was the backbone of a massive black–market chain.
And my so–called parents? Just parasites feeding off it.
They lured in unsuspecting girls under the guise of surrogacy, then handed off the children–especially the girls–to rural families to raise.
They called us “surrogate goods.””
And I was one of them.”
From the moment we could talk, they drilled one belief into our heads: If you don’t get into a good university, you’re worthless.
So we studied like our lives depended on it–because they did.”
But in the end, we learned the horrifying truth.”
The exam they had us obsess over wasn’t even the real college entrance exam.
It was just a sorting tool–a market appraisal system.”
Girls with top scores were auctioned off to wealthy businessmen and elites, bought at high prices to be breeding slaves.
Girls with average scores but attractive looks were trained to obey, then thrown into the nightlife industry to earn money.“]
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And the ones who had neither brains nor beauty?”
They were either dumped back into the bottom of the supply chain or sent to even more horrifying places.
In the end, every single one of us was just livestock in their money–making scheme.
In my previous life, none of the 19 girls made it out alive or whole.
How could I not hate them?
Eventually, the entire Woodstock supply chain was dismantled.!
I spent three days in a detention center with ten other rescued girls before I was called in to give my statement.
During questioning, the officer asked me how I discovered the scam.
I lied.
I told them that the night before the college entrance exam, I was too nervous to sleep. I got up to use the restroom and overheard my fake parents, Austin and Lia arguing.
One of them wanted to send me to the exam to sell me at a higher price.
The other argued that I had good genes and should be kept to give birth to a child for their son.N
I said I sat on my bed until dawn, numb and unable to believe what I’d heard.N
And then, I added a final twist to the story.”
“When I opened the door that morning,” I told them, “Lia looked me in the eye and told me the most ridiculous thing… that she was reincarnated.“}
The police exchanged glances. One of them gave me a sympathetic look and asked carefully.N
“We heard you left your seat twice on the bus. Once, you warned the driver that a section of road near the exam site would collapse. The second time, you claimed you forgot your pen. But based on our background check, you’re a very meticulous girl.
2:50 AM
Would someone like you really forget her pen before the most important exam of her life?“й
Yes… those two moments were anything but random.
The first time, I was watching the driver–specifically, I was keeping track of where he placed his phon
The second time?N
The pen? I left it out on purpose.N
But of course, I wasn’t about to tell them that.
Because then they’d want to know are, how did I know about the falling rocks?!
How could I predict the exact timing of the accident?
And I couldn’t risk letting them know the truth…
That I had already lived this life once before.M
