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Chapter 606 Shouldn’t He Be the One Getting Reformed?

Jean gripped Luka’s wrist tightly, her fingertips trembling.

A flood of memories came rushing back, stabbing her head with sharp, pulsing pain.

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So that was it–because she had awakened and foreseen the future, she nearly destroyed the world. Then a divine being cast her into a fabricated world for “reformation.”

And now that her reformation was complete, she’d been sent back–to the exact moment when she had first awakened and become leader of the Abyssal Choir.

What she thought was transmigration had been a mistake born from lost memories.

The world she lived in for twenty–nine years was a fabricated reality created by a god.

This–right now–was the real world.

Thinking back to when she had “just transmigrated,” it made sense now–why no one, not the Ginger family, not Ludwig, not any of the people who had known the original Jean–had ever suspected she’d been replaced.

Because she was Jean. All her little habits were the same…

She recalled Ludwig once saying she had taken care of some bullies herself in the arts building…

She’d wondered at the time how someone as meek as “the original Jean” could’ve done that.

But now, it was obvious–it had been her. She’d used hypnosis to get brutal revenge on them.

The “pre–reformation” version of her had definitely veered into the dark side. Even her revenge tactics were disturbingly ruthless.

So she could use hypnosis, huh…

Jean blinked slowly, feeling the pain in her head ease.

At the same time, Luka helped her up from the ground.

“You… really remember everything?” he asked, lowering his gaze to hers, still a little unsure.

He still recalled that day, years ago, when Jean had suddenly come to him, saying she’d been feeling dizzy, her memory worsening day by day, forgetting more and more.

It was as if a little piece of her vanished with every sunrise,

Luka had found it unsettling, but couldn’t find a scientific explanation. He could only chalk it up to psychological reasons.

Eventually, Jean couldn’t take it anymore and handed all affairs of the Abyssal Choir over to him, asking Luka to take the lead while she returned home to rest.

Worried for her safety, Luka arranged for Ludwig to protect her in secret.

Of course, he told no one Jean’s true identity. Everyone assumed she was just another member of the Choir.

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Chapter 606 Shouldn’t He Be the One Getting Reformed?

Even Ludwig and Jolene had believed that. Luka had allowed the misunderstanding to continue.

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Later, he had arranged a “chance encounter” with Jean on the street–only to find she didn’t recognize him at all. That’s when he knew her memory loss had grown severe.

He never knew why her mind had begun erasing itself. All he could do was keep the organization steady and make sure she was safe.

That house of hers might’ve been the safest place for her to be.

“Yeah. I remember now,” Jean nodded. “I lost my memories before because…”

Maybe it was because the “reformed” version of herself was about to be sent back–and her previous self had to slowly be wiped clean to make room.

“It’s a long story,” she said, shaking her head. She forced a faint smile and looked at Luka. “Anyway, I’m fine now.”

At that moment, Ludwig–still in the middle of the fight–had unknowingly seized the upper hand.

He slammed Jordan to the ground, heavily wounded. Luka stepped in at the perfect moment, freeing Ludwig from the last of the puppet attacks. He broke away and rushed to their side.

Luka turned to him and said directly, “Ludwig, the person I told you to protect all this time wasn’t just a regular member.” He gave Jean a meaningful glance. “She’s Dusk–the real leader of the Abyssal Choir. The one who saved your life back then.”

Ludwig’s pupils trembled. He stared at Jean, something crashing like a wave behind his dark eyes.

He had only joined the Abyssal Choir because someone had once saved his life.

Otherwise, he would’ve chosen a free and solitary path.

He never knew what that person looked like. He had never known why she disappeared.

Now Luka was telling him that the person he’d been protecting this whole time–day in and day out—was

her.

Shock washed over him. And then… a subtle sense of relief.

He couldn’t explain the feeling to anyone. Somewhere along the way, his heart had wavered.

All this time, he had worshipped the one who saved him–saw her as his light, his purpose, someone worth protecting no matter the cost.

But after meeting Jean….

Little by little, his heart began leaning toward her.

He wanted to protect Jean, 100.

He’d been carrying that thought for a long time. It felt like betrayal.

How could he split his devotion like that? How could he dare to think he could protect more than one person?

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Chapter 606 Shouldn’t He Be the One Getting Reformed?

Now, knowing they were one and the same–the knot inside him finally loosened.

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“I didn’t lie to you on purpose,” Jean said, blinking as she looked up at him. “I really did forget… a lot.”

Ludwig pressed his lips together, about to respond–when a sharp, mocking voice cut in.

“What is this, a reunion party?” sneered a man in wire–frame glasses. “You all look so cozy catching up…”

Jean’s eyes narrowed as she turned her sharp gaze on him.

Whether it was her former self or her current self, this was the guy who’d screwed her over the worst.

If anyone needed a reformation, wasn’t it him?

Suddenly, the basement door burst open.

Jolene charged in with several Abyssal Choir members at her back.

She quickly surveyed the scene–then visibly relaxed.

Things were going better than she’d feared.

She led the group straight to Luka.

Luka glanced at her, then explained Jean’s situation in brief.

Jolene wasn’t too surprised.

She had suspected Jean’s identity for some time.

Back when Jean had come asking for help with her classmates, Jolene hadn’t planned to get involved.

But then Luka himself had called, insisting she help Jean.

From that moment on, she’d realized–Jean must hold a special place in the Abyssal Choir.

She just hadn’t expected her to be Dusk.

“Well then, now that everyone’s here,” said the man in glasses, his voice turning low and grim, “let’s all die together.”

Jean’s eyes narrowed. She let out a cold scoff.

“We’ll see who dies first.”

Then she turned to the people beside her, her expression suddenly solemn.

“In a moment, this might hurt. But for victory, it’ll be worth it. Please bear with it”

With that, Jean stepped forward.

She closed her eyes slightly. Her lips began to move.

She was about to activate her hypnosis.

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When the Book–Traveling Girl Meets the Reborn Girl

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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The Family

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Status: Ongoing Type: Billionaire Native Language: English

The Family

Summary & Review: The Family

Jean Ginger was dead. A self-made woman who achieved financial freedom before thirty, her life was cut short in a tragic car accident. But instead of fading away, Jean woke up in an unfamiliar, overly frilly bedroom surrounded by stuffed toys. Her head throbbed as strange memories began flooding her mind — memories that weren’t hers. Within moments, Jean realized the unbelievable truth: she had transmigrated into the world of a book she once mockingly read online, The Real Heiress Awakens.

The story she remembered was an outrageously dramatic one about a poor girl named Sarah who discovered she was actually the real daughter of a wealthy family, the Gingers of Blairford. In her first life, Sarah had suffered greatly — betrayed, humiliated, and married to the wrong man. But after being reborn, she vowed to take back everything that had been stolen from her. She returned to the Gingers, exposed the impostor who had been living her life, and won over her powerful birth family and their love. Not only that, she even stole back her impostor’s fiancé — the male lead of the story.

It was a total wish-fulfillment fantasy: revenge, romance, and the triumphant rise of the “real” heiress. But for Jean, it was a nightmare — because she had been reborn as the fake heiress who loses everything by the end of the novel. Even worse, this character’s name was also Jean Ginger.

Still dazed, Jean checked herself in the mirror and nearly screamed. She wasn’t just the doomed heiress — she was thirteen years old. Her tall, elegant body was gone, replaced with short, chubby limbs and a round, childish face. On the bright side, she was years away from the events that would destroy her life. The real heiress hadn’t shown up yet.

Just as she was processing her situation, her phone pinged. It was a bank notification — $70,000 had just been deposited into her account. Jean blinked, counting the zeros again and again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Seventy thousand dollars. For a monthly allowance.

Her pain, confusion, and panic melted away in an instant. In her past life, she had worked herself to exhaustion for every dollar. Now she was rich — effortlessly. She didn’t have to hustle, fight, or struggle. The only thing she had to do was exist.

“Fake heiress?” she thought with a shrug. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

Jean quickly decided she wasn’t going to challenge the real heroine or get involved in any melodramatic family battles. She knew how the story would end — the Ginger family would fall into chaos, her brothers would lose their minds, and Sarah would rise as the hero who brought them down. There was no point trying to change fate. Instead, Jean made up her mind: she would relax, play the role of a harmless background character, and enjoy her wealthy lifestyle until the plot killed off the Gingers. By that time, she’d be long gone — comfortably rich, maybe even checked into a luxury psychiatric ward if that’s what it took to survive.

But peace never lasts.

Outside her room, she heard a maid calling her name, saying that dinner was ready but she hadn’t responded. Then another voice answered — calm, deep, and commanding. It belonged to Dominic Ginger, the eldest brother of the Ginger family. The moment he entered, Jean instinctively grabbed a plush bunny and held it to her chest like a shield.

Dominic was everything his reputation promised — tall, cold, and intimidating, with sharp features that could have been carved from marble. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that looked more appropriate for a business meeting than a family dinner.

Jean’s eyes darted up at him. Even though she was technically his little sister now, he looked like a completely different species. She knew from the novel that Dominic was the strict, emotionless type — a perfectionist who treated family like subordinates. He was one of the five Ginger brothers who would later become antagonists in the story, each powerful and broken in their own way.

Still, Jean decided to play innocent. She widened her eyes, her pigtails bouncing, her cheeks pink, and clutched her bunny tighter. She looked like a lost doll — the perfect image of a fragile, harmless child.

Dominic’s icy voice broke the silence. “Dinner. Now.”

Jean blinked. He talks? she thought, startled. In the original story, Dominic barely spoke unless necessary. Her inner monologue continued, mocking his stiffness — but before she could stop herself, something strange happened.

Dominic’s gaze sharpened, and he responded quietly, as if answering an invisible question. “I just got back from work.”

Jean froze. She hadn’t said anything out loud. That meant — he could hear her thoughts.

Panic hit her like a truck. She quickly forced a nervous laugh and said aloud, “Oh, okay…” trying to cover her shock. But inside, her mind was spinning. What kind of weird twist was this? Was Dominic telepathic now? This wasn’t in the book!

Dominic, meanwhile, looked just as confused. His jaw tightened as he studied the small girl in front of him. He was sure he’d heard her voice in his head — clear, childish, and slightly sarcastic — but her lips hadn’t moved. It made no sense.

The tension between them filled the air. Jean tried to smile sweetly, pretending to be the clueless little sister, while her inner voice screamed at herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to let her thoughts run wild if her cold, powerful brother could actually hear them.

Still, beneath the fear, another thought flickered in her mind — maybe this was her chance. If Dominic could hear her thoughts, maybe she could use it to her advantage. After all, she knew the future of every character in this story. And she wasn’t going to end up in a psych ward this time.

Not if she played her cards right.

For now, though, Jean did what any smart person would do when facing a dangerously perceptive older brother who might read minds: she smiled, hugged her bunny tighter, and quietly followed him to dinner — already scheming about how to survive in this ridiculous new world where fiction had become her reality.

Because if there was one thing Jean Ginger was good at, it was surviving — and making money while doing it.