Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 74: What the Hell?

Aurora reached the room with calm, measured steps, Calvert dragging his bloody self behind her, grumbling under his breath and clutching his aching ribs.

The corridor stretched quiet, unnaturally so, the tension so thick it felt like the air itself had weight.

They stopped in front of a metal door—sleek, state-of-the-art, with a smart lock system requiring a password.

Aurora tilted her head and looked over her shoulder at him. "Well? You going to open it, or do I need to break another bone?"

Calvert’s lips trembled. "It’s... just..." He hesitated, eyes darting nervously. But she didn’t have the patience to wait.

Aurora turned back to the lock, her fingers moving fast. She tapped a few combinations, paused, then entered another sequence.

With a mechanical click, the door unlocked.

Calvert’s eyes widened. "How—how the hell did you do that?"

Aurora didn’t answer. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

What greeted her made her stomach turn. The room was dimly lit by neon lights along the ceiling edges, casting an eerie glow across the space.

Every wall was plastered with photographs—young girls, teenagers, even children. Some were dressed, some weren’t. Her jaw clenched.

She even saw pictures of the old Aurora—fluffy, fat, and naive-looking, her eyes filled with innocence. Disgust twisted in her stomach.

This bastard had been watching her for years. He followed her silently, like a snake in the grass. But the moment she married Alexander, he had backed off.

The walls weren’t just covered in images—they were trophies. Like a predator collecting proof of his hunts.

Aurora stood still, her eyes scanning everything in silence. But inside, a storm was brewing. Her blood boiled, and her rage twisted into something sharp and cold.

Behind her, Calvert chuckled nervously, trying to play it off. "They’re just pictures. I didn’t touch them all. Some were just—"

"Shut up."

Her voice was ice.

She turned slowly to face him, and the moment their eyes met, he knew something was very wrong. Her eyes weren’t just angry—they were murderous.

"You like to play a lot, Calvert," she said, her voice too calm. "Me too. I like games. But mine... are a little different."

She walked to the desk, sat down, and cracked her knuckles. Her fingers danced across the keyboard with practiced precision.

Calvert stared at her, dazed, confused—until she tapped the side of her wristwatch. A soft beep confirmed it. Every file, every image, every video—transferred directly to her encrypted device.

Not even the hidden data was spared. She knew where to look. She had the tools for it.

"You—what are you doing?! Stop! You’re stealing private—"

She hit one final key and the computer screens went black. The system crashed completely. "Your life’s work," she said coolly, "is now gone."

She stood up and walked past him, smirking. "Thanks for the collection."

Calvert’s face twisted in rage and desperation. But behind that fury, there was fear. Raw, cold, clawing fear. This girl—this woman—wasn’t normal.

And then it got worse.

Aurora stepped out of the room, her expression calm. Her boots clicked lightly on the stairs as she began to descend. But then she paused.

Her eyes narrowed.

Waiting for her at the base of the stairs were about fifty men—armed, armored, and grinning cruelly. Outside the estate, more waited. Calvert’s reinforcements.

Her eyes scanned them, her face unreadable.

Behind her, Calvert limped out of the room, grinning through the pain. "Surprised?" he sneered.

"This is where the game ends for you, bitch. These aren’t just guards. They’re mercenaries. Trained killers. You think you can handle this?"

He cackled like a madman. "Whoever ties this bitch up for me gets ten grand in cash! And if you break her legs while you’re at it, I’ll double it!"

The mercenaries raised their weapons like hungry wolves spotting fresh meat.

But Aurora’s expression didn’t change.

No fear. No panic.

Just... stillness.

Her smirk deepened, her voice low and amused. "What a surprise you’ve arranged."

The men began moving. Slowly, cautiously. Guns aimed at her chest. One took a step forward.

She moved like lightning.

In one fluid motion, she twisted sideways, grabbing the railing for support, and launched herself forward. Her boot struck the throat of the nearest guard. He crumpled before he could scream. She dropped to the ground, swept her leg across, and knocked three more to their knees.

Gunfire erupted.

Aurora ducked behind the stair pillar. A bullet grazed her arm. She didn’t flinch.

Her hand reached out, snatching the gun from one of the fallen men, and with practiced ease, she aimed and fired. Two went down instantly.

They had no idea what they were up against.

She darted between pillars, her speed inhuman. Every move calculated. She didn’t hesitate to go for the kill.

A bullet to the head, a strike to the throat, a snap of the spine. One after another, they fell.

Calvert watched from above, his face frozen in horror. "What... what the hell..."

Blood pooled on the marble floors. Screams echoed.

One of the mercenaries tried to shoot her from behind—but she spun and kicked the gun from his hand, then slammed the butt of her weapon into his face.

She fought like a ghost—fast, silent, merciless.

Ten... twenty... thirty...

They fell like dominos.

The last one standing dropped his gun, fell to his knees, and begged, "Please... I didn’t sign up for this..."

Aurora stared him down, then knocked him out cold with a single punch.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Bodies lay scattered across the floor, blood staining everything. Smoke curled in the air from the last round fired.

Calvert stood paralyzed. The phone slipped from his hand. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.

Aurora turned slowly to look up at him.

Her smirk was gone.

Her eyes were dead serious.

And in that moment, Calvert realized—he was done for. A cold, unwanted fear crawled into his mind.

There was something about her... the way she moved, the way she fought. He could see the resemblance. But how could that be possible?

Aurora had always been weak, pathetic even. But now, every move, every technique she used screamed of someone else—someone powerful.

Just who the hell have I offended? he cursed silently, his heart sinking deeper with every passing second.