[Synopsis One] Female Lead's Perspective
After enduring two hundred years of torment in the underworld, Xu Yao finally got her chance to be reincarnated.
But she discovered that she couldn't be reborn as a human.
After arguing her case, she finally secured a blank Book of Fate for herself.
But she never imagined that all of this was part of a scheme within a scheme, a trap within a trap.
And she was only one piece of it.
In this life, she was reincarnated with no memory of the past, yet she often felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Was it the spear technique of the boy who wielded a gun?
The graceful movements of the girl who danced with a whip?
The figure of the boy holding a book?
Xu Yao couldn't remember, but these familiar presences gradually disappeared from before her, one by one.
Her helplessness and despair turned to bloody tears, and a powerful sense of fate bore down on her.
In the end, she changed.
[Synopsis Two] Male Lead's Perspective
When Zhu Feng served as a netherworld constable, he would occasionally visit the Eighteenth Level of Hell to see the female ghost with the red thread tied around her hand.
Whenever he had the chance, he would enter her dreams. He desperately wanted to know what had become of the female ghost in the latter half of her life after he was possessed.
Today, he disguised himself as a netherworld constable from the Hall of Rebirth and escorted the female ghost to her reincarnation.
He had laid a trap, and to be safe, he provoked the female ghost a little, too.
Everything went smoothly. The female ghost fell into the trap.
In this life, he plotted every move and spared no expense, drawing the gods of this world into his scheme.
All so that he and the female ghost could escape and regain their freedom.
Unfortunately, the most reliable piece on the board, the open piece, suddenly changed: the female ghost lost her memories after reincarnating.
[Synopsis Three] Second Female Lead's Perspective
In the ethereal world of immortal cultivation, travelers come and go in a flash.
Li Qinghan had no idea how many lives she had lived by now.
She didn't care, either.
In this life, she had an older sister who loved her, a master who doted on her, a junior brother who drove her crazy, and a junior sister she cherished.
She had always thought she had a pretty good life.
Until she received a delicate little basket.
Until she saw a version of herself from some unknown past life die right before her eyes.
Everything changed.
"They suddenly started calling me the Divine Lord. Cui Minghao, you're widely read. What do you think?"
"Hah. Even a pig can fly if the wind is right."
Hmph! Cui Minghao, you're mocking me!
Zhu Feng, what do you think?
"So you're the Divine Lord. What does that have to do with me?"
Hmph! Zhu Feng, you're just jealous of me!
Xu Yao, what do you think?
"Senior Sister is the best!"
Hehe, of course I am. My junior sister is wonderful, too!
"Hey, you there. Are you Xu Ping'an or Xu Yehan? What do you think?"
"Whoever you are, as long as I can still remember you, I will find my way to your side."
Hey! Why didn't you answer my question?
[Synopsis Four] Second Male Lead's Perspective
My soul has actually been reconstituted.
In this life, they call me Xu Ping'an.
I've always liked this name. Ping'an means peace, and it's a blessing.
Unlike my old name, Xu Yehan. It sounds like a bleak, barren landscape.
In this life, someone has stolen my sister's luck again.
Though she isn't suffering as badly as in her previous life and can still just barely survive, I've resolved to protect her.
She joined the Qing Sect, and I used an illusion from my previous life to return her divine bone, only for it to end up in the hands of her second senior sister.
The fragments of her soul that had once been broken in the Mirror Realm also merged into the soul of her second senior sister.
Everything became bewildering.
Divine artifacts and divine beasts can mistake one person for another, but bones and souls cannot.
I forced myself to accept reality and secretly followed her second senior sister for eight years.
She was rash, foolish, overbearing, and had the calculating ways of a petty street hustler.
I realized she had long since forgotten the past. She had become vibrant yet ordinary, simply to survive.
She was no longer alone, and at last I had found the right person.
The author says: One world, one story of dust from the past. May our lives, adrift like duckweed, find peace at last in freedom.
Theme: Fate should be in your own hands
