Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 820: Mirai’s Retribution

Her voice was small now, almost broken.

Then, the world twisted again.

She was no longer herself.

She looked down and gasped ... her body was different. Her hands were thinner, older. She was in someone else’s skin.

And across from her ... standing in the dark ... was... herself.

Mirai stared at her own body. But something was wrong.

Her other self held a knife.

A long, silver blade that shimmered under a red light.

Mirai stepped back, shaking. "No... don’t..."

Her other self smiled ... a horrible, sharp smile.

"Now you’ll feel it too," the voice said, echoing from everywhere and nowhere.

"No! Don’t do this! PLEASE!" Mirai screamed, backing up until she hit a wall.

But her body...that other Mirai...didn’t care.

She stepped forward.

And then... the blade touched skin.

Pain exploded.

Mirai screamed so loud her throat burned. But it didn’t stop.

The other Mirai kept hurting her, slowly, cruelly.

"No more!" she sobbed. "Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"

But the other Mirai just tilted her head and smiled.

And the night stretched on... long and endless... filled with pain, cries, and the echo of her own voice begging for mercy that never came.

The pain didn’t stop. It only changed.

At first, Mirai thought the worst was over ... but she was wrong.

The world around her twisted like a nightmare made of mirrors.

Each time she blinked, she was someone new. Someone she had once hurt. And each time... her old self came back ... holding a knife, a fist, or worse ... and punished her, again and again.

She knew why. Because she had killed them. Or ruined them. Or left them broken. Now... she had to feel everything they felt.

She was in a dark alley, stabbed by a gang of strangers ... and she remembered, she once paid someone to beat up a poor boy who said she was fake.

She was thrown into cold water, struggling to breathe ... and she remembered laughing when a classmate cried after being pushed into the pond.

She was dragged to a school bathroom, punched, kicked, hair pulled.

Her nose bled, her lip split.

She screamed.

But somewhere deep inside, she remembered ... she was the one who told everyone to bully that girl years ago. All because that girl had dared to stand up to her.

The horrible scenes kept coming, one after another, like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from, no matter how hard she tried.

Now, she found herself standing on a stage, frozen under bright, blinding lights, while a huge crowd surrounded her from all sides.

People in the audience shouted cruel words, pointed their phones at her to take pictures, and typed nasty comments at lightning speed, their eyes full of judgment and hate.

"Shameless!"

"Fake princess!"

"Illegitimate daughter!"

"She’s weird! That’s the only reason she supports her brother!"

Each word hit Mirai like a slap, cutting deeper than any wound.

She quickly covered her ears with both hands, trying to block it all out, but the voices kept stabbing into her head like sharp needles, piercing through her thoughts and making her want to disappear.

And the worst part was ... she had done this before. She had stood on the other side.

She had said these same kinds of hurtful things to other people. She had laughed when others were mocked and had joined in when people were being humiliated.

Now, all of it was being thrown back at her ... louder, harsher, and inescapable.

She opened her mouth to scream that she was sorry ... that she didn’t understand what she was doing back then, that she had been young and foolish and didn’t know any better.

She begged with her eyes, desperate for someone to listen, someone to forgive her.

But no one cared.

No one even looked at her with kindness.

No one heard her cries.

And just like that, the scene changed again.

Now she was sitting in the driver’s seat of a car, her fingers clutching the steering wheel so tightly they turned white.

The sky outside was pitch-black, the road empty and eerie ... until suddenly, headlights flashed in the distance. A huge truck was speeding straight toward her.

Her heart slammed against her chest, and she shouted in panic, fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"No, no, no... this isn’t real... THIS IS FAKE!"

Her voice cracked as she screamed, but the fear rising inside her felt far too real to ignore. The pain building in her chest wasn’t fake ... it was sharp, hot, and full of terror.

And in that moment, she remembered everything.

That crash ... the one she had planned to kill Yu Sicong ... the one meant to hurt him and teach him a lesson. That terrible plan had come from her. And now, she was the one in the driver’s seat. Now, she was the one seconds away from dying.

But the nightmare didn’t stop there.

It happened again.

The world twisted once more, and she was somewhere new, surrounded by angry people again.

This time, they weren’t just shouting insults. They were throwing accusations at her, pointing fingers, spitting out words that made her feel sick.

They called her a molester.

A thief.

A lovesick freak who couldn’t take no for an answer.

She tried to hide her face, tried to back away, but the words kept coming. There was nowhere to run.

They said she copied other people’s work ... that she stole their ideas and took credit for things she didn’t do.

They said she had tried to force herself on someone, that she crossed lines that should never be crossed.

Mirai felt like she couldn’t breathe. She knew that this was something she had planned for Yu Sicong.

Everything she had ever done ... every cruel word, every terrible choice, every time she ignored someone else’s pain ... it was all crashing down on her now.

And no matter how hard she wished for it to stop, there was no escaping it.

The next moment, everything changed again ... and Mirai found herself kneeling on a cold, hard floor that pressed painfully against her bare knees.

The chill of the stone seeped into her bones, and her legs ached from the pressure. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and her breath came out in short, ragged gasps as she looked down at herself in confusion.

What she saw made her chest tighten.

She was no longer in her own body.

The hands in front of her were no longer smooth and young ... they were older, thinner, and worn, with rough skin and faint scars.

Her lips were cracked and dry. Her body felt weak, and she was freezing, like she hadn’t been warm in days. Her heart pounded as she realized ... she was in her stepmother’s body now.

Before she could even think, the old wooden door creaked open with a long, slow groan that sent chills down her spine.

Standing in the doorway was Old Mrs. Yu.

Her eyes were filled with nothing but cold hatred, and her mouth was tight with anger. She didn’t say a single word.

She didn’t need to. The way she held her walking stick ... like a weapon, raised high in the air ... told Mirai exactly what was coming.

WHACK.

The stick came down hard on her back. The sound echoed through the room like a thunderclap.

"Please stop..." Mirai whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible, the pain already making her vision blur.

WHACK. WHACK.

Another blow landed, then another.

"I didn’t mean to..." she sobbed, curling in on herself, but the old woman didn’t even pause. There was no mercy in her eyes. No pity. Only rage.

Each strike sent waves of pain through her body, and her head spun until she felt like she might faint.

Her arms shook as she tried to crawl away, dragging herself across the floor like a wounded animal, but she couldn’t escape.

Then, just as suddenly, the world twisted again.

Her body changed.

She was shrinking ... growing smaller and smaller ... until she looked down and saw the tiny, chubby hands of a baby.

She had been reborn.

Her surroundings shifted. Everything around her looked poor, broken, and worn down.

The walls were cracked, the floor was dusty, and the cold air smelled of dampness. She was in a village now ... a small, forgotten place where everything felt gray and hopeless.

And then she heard voices.

"Why does she eat so much?"

"She’s just a girl. Make her wash the dishes."

"No school for you. We can’t waste money on that."

Their words cut deeper than any blade.

Her stomach growled with hunger, but no one gave her food. Her eyes filled with tears, but no one cared enough to ask why.

When her period came for the first time, her body ached and she was scared, but even then, her mother forced her to scrub dirty floors, clean smelly toilets, and serve hot meals to her younger brother ... who sat with his feet up, like a little prince on a throne.

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