Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Chapter 1863

As the only survivor of a heartbreaking car crash, Colby found himself grappling with an emotional emptiness during his medical check-ups. Lennon, after losing his son and daughter-in-law, held onto Colby, his sole grandson, as his reason to live. To give Colby a shot at life, Lennon arranged for him to be smuggled overseas.

The ship carrying him was steeped in the briny tang of the sea. Colby huddled on the lowest deck with a bunch of other kids, wrapped in nothing but a brown scarf. From that day forward, he became a child without parents or family ties.

Kids smuggled like him usually ended up in factories, working their fingers to the bone, or worse, falling victim to organ trafficking if luck wasn't on their side. For these kids, the future looked bleak.

While the other children wept in the ship's hold, Colby stayed silent, neither shedding tears nor causing a scene.

A kid his age asked, "Aren't you scared? Once we get there, it's game over for us."

Colby didn't say a word.

one aside, whispering, "He's a weirdo, never talks.

"Mute?"

treated him like a freak, too scared to get

moment they landed, Colby lost his identity. As soon as they hit the coast, some kids were picked

seized the chaos of the moment to orchestrate a massive escape attempt. The pursuers had to split up, and Colby used the distraction to slip into the slums. There, he smeared his face with soot, blending in as just another

with hunger and cold. Unlike other kids who begged, he stayed quiet, observing from the shadows. After two days,

instead of keeping his loot, he traded it for money. With his earnings, he bought a decent set of clothes, cleaned himself up, and hunted

tough, but Colby did whatever was necessary. Survival demanded skills, and Lennon had armed him with all he could before sending him away. Endurance, smarts, and strength were all

ending grind. He shined shoes, carved wood, washed dishes, sold newspapers, and worked odd

he sometimes fibbed about his age to land jobs. His