Chapter 3

"What's going on?" The relatives who'd been watching, thinking this was just kids playing around, all stood up.

"What's in there? The more I look at it, the more it looks like blood."

"Kids shouldn't play with things like that. Throw it away quickly before someone gets hurt!"

But the spoiled brat got even more excited. "It IS blood—HIV-positive blood! I worked so hard to get it!"

"Just one injection and you ugly freaks will all get AIDS!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone gasped in unison.

My mom was terrified. "How can you, a child, get something like this? Injuring someone with this is no joke!"

But the spoiled brat didn't care at all and straightened his back even more.

Fortunately, the needle was embedded in the wall and couldn't be pulled out easily. Everyone finally relaxed a bit.

Mom said earnestly, "You really need to control your child. This thing is dangerous!"

But Gwen just snorted coldly. "My son likes to tinker with inventions. That shows he has the potential to be a great inventor! As long as he doesn't mess with me, it's fine."

Everyone became even more anxious.

I couldn't help but recall my own miserable state from my previous life.

The strong acid liquid corroded my skin instantly. I convulsed in pain, but mother and son just gloated.

"My son is amazing! So young and already able to create weapons like this. He'll definitely have a great future!"

My expression darkened as I spoke coldly.

"So you don't care if I get hurt?"

Gwen's mouth twisted as she said through clenched teeth, "What's the big deal about getting poked with a needle?"

"You went to college and now you think you're some rich young lady? So dramatic."

She looked me up and down. "Who knows if you're actually studying at college or hooking up with men? You dress so slutty every day—maybe you already have AIDS! Would one more poke make a difference?"

"Besides, you looked down on our family. You'd deserve to die!"

I was so angry I had to laugh.

I'd just been thinking about putting the gift back and giving them one more chance.

Now it seemed like it was a complete waste of my concern.

These evil people wouldn't be afraid unless they suffered the consequences themselves.

Since heaven gave me a chance to be reborn, I'd make sure they got exactly what they deserved.

But Gwen didn't realize disaster was about to strike her. "My son is still young. Whatever he does is reasonable. Even if he hurts you, what can you do to our family?"

She helped the spoiled brat pull out the needle with all her strength.

"My son chose you for his experiment. He's honoring you!"

The spoiled brat slowly walked toward me, smiling evilly as he stared at me.

"My mom said it—I'm an inventive genius, and you all have to cooperate with me!"

He raised the syringe in his hand and lunged at me again. Mom instinctively shielded me.

"This is such a dangerous thing. Even for a child, this is too much!"

"Call the police quickly. This isn't a family matter anymore!"

I nodded vigorously and quickly grabbed my phone.

But before I could dial 911, Gwen rushed forward and grabbed at my phone.

"You have the nerve to call the police?"

She jabbed her fat belly forward, immediately knocking my mom onto the couch.

"Give me that phone. If you dare call the police today, I'll make you pay!"

"My son has lots of inventions!"