Rewriting My Fate in the Apocalypse Novel – Waking Up in a Doomed Fate Leng Pan stretched lazily, tossing her phone onto the bed after reading the last chapter of Apocalypse Rebirth. Frustration bubbled in her chest. She had followed the story out of boredom and the fact that the second female lead had the same name as her, only to find herself enraged by the sheer stupidity of the second female lead. “Seriously?! She died like that?!” Leng Pan groaned, throwing a pillow across the room.
It showed just how angry and frustrated she was. The second female lead had been nothing but a stepping stone for the female lead. A blind, loyal fool who wasted her chance at survival all because of some ridiculous friendship. Even after being betrayed time and time again, she still acted like a noble martyr, handing over a jade bangle with interdimensional storage space to the so-called “innocent” and “pure-hearted” reborn female lead. And for what? So that the reborn female lead could hoard supplies before the apocalypse and then use her as a disposable tool? So she could be sent outside to scavenge in dangerous zones while the so-called heroine hid behind layers of protection? And worst of all; the second female lead had refused the love of the powerful male lead just because the reborn female lead had a crush on him! What kind of nonsense was that? Leng Pan scoffed. “If I had been in her place, I would have told that fake white lotus to go take a hike!” Yawning, she crawled into bed, still grumbling about the stupidity of fictional characters in fantasy novels. How naïve? “If only she had used her brain…” she muttered as she closed her eyes.
The next morning when Leng Pan opened her eyes, she sensed that something was wrong. At first, she couldn’t tell what, but then it hit her, and her heart hammered in her chest. The feeling of the soft bed and smooth sheets was foreign to her. Wait. This wasn’t her blanket either. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. The room was unfamiliar and elegantly decorated, with an expensive vanity, a plush white carpet, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a bustling city. The air smelled faintly of lavender and luxury.
This was definitely not her eighty-square-meter apartment in a second-tier city. Then where the hell was she? Leng Pan’s breath hitched as she caught sight of a mirror across the room. She scrambled out of bed and stumbled toward it. The reflection staring back at her was both familiar and terrifyingly foreign. A beautiful young woman with long, silky black hair and delicate features stood in the mirror. Her skin was flawless, her almond-shaped eyes gentle and bright. The face was one she had seen countless times before, but it still felt unfamiliar.
Her skin has never been so white and delicate. Her hands, which have been doing dishes since she could remember, could never be that tender and flawless. Even though the face was the same, the differences are also obvious. Then all of a sudden she felt a sharp pain in her head. It was so painful that she wanted to bash her head into a wall and die. Just then foreign yet familiar memories flooded her brain. It took her about five minutes for the pain to subside but it felt like eternity.