Chapter 1


    Chapter 1 Queen’s Rebirth


    “Who would have thought that the killer who had been buried in the mes would be reborn in the body


    of a girl who died suddenly from a heart attack in a small vige in the USA?”


    On the second floor of a rural farmhouse, Hedy Ellis scrutinized herself in the mirror.


    The girl in the mirror was eighteen years old, with long golden hair cascading down to her waist. Her


    features were delicate, herplexion wless and fair, making her a rare beauty.


    “And, it’s not just me who can be reborn…”


    Hedy closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there were a few more lines in front of her.


    “Goal: Complete 30 trial missions.”


    “Reward: Revive ‘Cooper Ellis’.”


    “Note: Previousbat skills retained; the host’s heart disease removed.”


    “…Mission customization in progress…”


    “It’s like receiving a quest from a video game system.”


    Hedy thought, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion. But soon, she was overwhelmed by pain and


    regret.


    Cooper was her younger brother.


    She had nned to escape the organization with him, but halfway through, he drugged her and,


    ignoring her objections, returned to the organization to buy her more time.


    By the time she regained consciousness, she found herself on the other side of the ocean, sessfully


    breaking free from the organization’s control.


    But her brother had been tortured and mercilessly killed by those people!


    Hedy clenched her fist, her fingernails digging into her flesh.


    “As long as I can save Cooper, whether it’s 30 missions or 300 missions, I will do my best!”


    “Hedy,e downstairs for dinner,” a loving voice called from below.


    Hedy turned and descended the stairs, finding her mother, Malina Ellis, preparing dinner in the kitchen,


    with her father, Buddy Ellis, assisting beside her.


    Malina, a middle-aged woman of around fifty, bore the marks of years ofbor on her face. Buddy, two


    years her senior, was a weathered-skinned farmer.


    He asked Hedy, “Tell me, is someone bullying you at school?”


    Ever since she started high school, Hedy seemed like a different person, but no matter how they


    asked, she always denied it.


    “No,” Hedy lied.


    The previous host had indeed been bullied at school.


    But she preferred to handle those matters herself.


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    Malina asked again, “And what about Mr. Johnson? How is he treating you? Have the Johnson Family


    mentioned when they’ll arrange the engagement ceremony for you two?”


    Hedy’s eyes flickered.


    Mr. Johnson referred to Oliver Johnson, the only son of the Johnson Group in San Francisco, and also


    her fiancé.


    The marriage between the Ellis Family and the Johnson Family had something to do with the


    grandfathers of both families.


    Both grandfathers had been vigers in Geary Vige, and their bond was as close as brothers. They


    had made a pact to betroth the next generations to each other.


    Due to certain circumstances, the arranged marriage had been postponed until Hedy and Oliver’s


    generation.


    However, the Johnson Family’s business had grown tremendously, transforming from a humble vige


    household to a prominent family in San Francisco.


    ording to themon plot twists in dramas, the Johnson Family should have kept silent about this


    marriage arrangement.


    However, Oliver’s grandfather held a deep respect for the principle of honesty in business dealings.


    Not only did he not neglect the Ellis Family, but he also frequently sent gifts to the countryside.


    Upon hearing that Hedy’s exam results were unsatisfactory, Oliver’s grandfather arranged for Hedy to


    attend Lowell High School, the best prestigious school in San Francisco.


    He even imed that his grandson also studied at Lowell High School, conveniently creating an


    opportunity for the two to bond.


    Unfortunately, Mr. Johnson did not inherit his grandfather’s virtues.


    Hedy’s host had endured three years of bullying at school without any help from Mr. Johnson.


    Furthermore, Oliver’s grandfather passed away earlier this year, making it impossible to arrange an


    engagement ceremony.


    “There’s no rush.” Buddy looked at his wife.


    “City folks have high standards, and Mr. Johnson might not think highly of our daughter. Our daughter


    doesn’t have to marry into the Johnson Family if she doesn’t want to. It’s up to her.”


    “You’re right,” Malina nodded in agreement. “Even if the Johnson Family offers us a billion dors, we


    won’t ept it if Hedy is not willing!”


    Hedy kept her head down, eating her meal in silence.


    This kind of love from her parents felt unfamiliar to her.


    After dinner, Malina entered Hedy’s bedroom, meticulously checking the items her daughter needed for


    school, fearing that she might have missed something.


    She quietly turned off the lights and left after Hedy couldn’t resist her drowsiness any longer and fell


    asleep.


    However, as soon as she left, Hedy opened her eyes, her pupils gleaming with a cold light.


    “There’s a smell of blood and gunpowder in the air.”


    Assassins had to deal with bullets and des all the time, and sharp vignce was the first requirement


    for survival.


    She was certain that a gunfight had taken ce in the mountains behind her house. Pretending to be


    tired, she intentionally made Mrs. Ellis leave.


    “In the USA, people don’t easily pull the trigger unless their lives are in danger.”


    “So, what’s going on in the mountains?”


    “Cops versus mobs? Or a battle among mobs?”


    “Either way, Malina and Buddy might be in danger. They are too close to this ce.”


    A glint of murderous intent shed in Hedy’s eyes as she leaped out of the window. Like an agile


    leopard in the night, she headed straight for the mountains.


    The system retained her skills as an international assassin from her previous life. Soon, she found an


    elderly man behind a bush, with a tree branch piercing through his thigh.


    He gritted his teeth tightly, drenched in cold sweat, trying hard not to make a sound.


    The old man was dressed in military green attire, and the badge on his shoulder made Hedy’s pupils


    dte slightly.


    She recognized this emblem – it was the prestigious Medal of Honor belonging to Amos King, one of


    the founding fathers of the USA.


    In his youth, General King had led three hundred soldiers and miraculously defeated an invading army


    of over one hundred thousand on the frontier, shedding blood to protect the integrity of the homnd.


    Since then, he had gained international fame.


    Even Hedy admired this man.


    Now the question arose.


    Who dared to hunt down a military district chief within the borders of the USA?


    “I found you, Mr. King.”


    Around the corner appeared a burly Italian man with a stubbled chin, holding a silenced assault rifle,


    aiming the barrel at Amos’s heart.


    “Mi dispiace molto, mae dice il proverbio: “Prendi i soldi, aggiusta i problemi”.


    Amos struggled to catch his breath, his eagle-like eyes fixed firmly on the Italian man. A sense of


    destion filled his heart.


    Who would have thought that after a lifetime of military service, he would end up dying so helplessly?


    “Crack!”


    The sound of crushed leaves abruptly echoed.


    It caught the attention of both the stubbled-chin man and Amos. They turned to the left and discovered


    a young girl, about eighteen years old, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere behind the tree.


    She wore a pink pajama set with a floral print featuring little white rabbits, her long hair cascading down


    her back, making her look quite beautiful.


    It was her eyes, though – they seemed somewhat calm, perhaps even unnaturally so.


    “Run!” Amos swiftly grabbed the man’s leg, urging the girl to flee.


    Protecting the people of the USA was a duty engraved deep within him!\


    The girl appeared to be a viger who happened to pass by this area, unaware of the danger right in


    front of her.


    “Shit!” The burly man kicked Amos away and immediately aimed the gun at the girl, his finger resting


    on the trigger.


    He was told that the beheading operation should not be witnessed by anyone else!


    Perhaps the man’s intimidating presence was too much, as the girl bent her knees slightly, crouching


    down.


    Seeing this, a disdainful expression appeared in the man’s eyes.


    She must be scared now!


    But in the next moment.


    The girl sprang forward like apressed spring, knocking down the man with a spinning kick. She


    swiftly took the gun from his hand, aimed it at him, and pulled the trigger!


    Bang!


    The gunshot echoed as the bullet hit its mark – right between the man’s eyebrows!


    In the moonlight, the girl stood with her body turned to the side, holding the rifle in one hand. Her


    golden hair danced wildly in the wind as the chilling intent in her eyes remained undisguised, as cold


    and ruthless as the Grim Reaper.


    “You…you…”


    General King found himself unusually stuttering!


    This girl, wearing adorable pajamas, had not only disarmed the Italian assassin but also turned the


    tables on him, killing him barehanded.


    If he hadn’t witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it!


    “Who are you?” Amos asked nervously.