Part 1Reborn, Why The Explosion Still Happened

New Year's return home—my electric scooter suddenly exploded.

It burned the neighbor's Maybach and killed a grandmother and her grandson passing by.

My entire family drained their savings to pay compensation for me, taking on millions in debt.

The victims' families cursed me for twenty years. I worked eight jobs a day to pay it all back.

The night I finally paid off the debt, I died from overwork.

Before I closed my eyes, I heard my parents laughing outside the door:

"Actually, the Maybach was never burned. That old woman and her grandson faked their deaths. She really believed it and worked herself to death earning money!"

"What else could we do? Brandon needs money for his house and car! We've raised her all these years—she finally became useful."

So my twenty years were all a joke.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the explosion.

This time, I rode the electric scooter away early and sank it into the pond behind the back mountain.

Without the scooter, let's see how you perform your act!

But at three in the afternoon, the explosion still happened.