After I Was Reborn, My Younger Brother Gave Me the Lottery Ticket Worth 600 Million

My father left behind two things on his deathbed: a lottery ticket worth 600 million and a mold-speckled stamp my mother had collected. My younger brother snatched up the ticket in a flash and mocked me. "Sis, how much could that worthless stamp be worth? Mom couldn't even read, and she treated every bit of junk like a treasure. I wouldn't take this thing even if you paid me!" I only smiled faintly.

A few days later, my brother went around bragging that he was about to become rich. His so-called friends robbed him and broke one of his legs, leaving him permanently crippled. His fiancée also called off their engagement. Meanwhile, thanks to that stamp, I reunited with my long-lost grandmother, a member of an immensely wealthy family, and received three billion as a belated coming-of-age gift.

Consumed by jealousy, my brother strangled me to death in an underground parking garage. Still unsatisfied, he threw my body into a meat grinder. "You slut, why do you get to live like royalty?"

My grandmother was furious. She did whatever it took to find the killer, soon tracking down my brother and sentencing him to a brutal death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we divided up the inheritance. This time, he grabbed the stamp first and sneered. "A life of wealth and luxury is fit for me alone!"

I sighed and took the lottery ticket. He had no idea that the old stamp wasn't the only thing that would bring me into one of the most powerful families in the world.