The Killer Queen with Multiple Disguises

Chapter 1 Queen’s Rebirth

“Who would have thought that the killer who had been buried in the flames would be reborn in the body of a girl who died suddenly from a heart attack in a small village in the USA?”

On the second floor of a rural farmhouse, Hedy Ellis scrutinized herself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror was eighteen years old, with long golden hair cascading down to her waist. Her features were delicate, her complexion flawless and fair, making her a rare beauty.

“And, it’s not just me who can be reborn…”

Hedy closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there were a few more lines in front of her.

“Goal: Complete 30 trial missions.”

“Reward: Revive ‘Cooper Ellis’.”

“Note: Previous combat skills retained; the host’s heart disease removed.”

“…Mission customization in progress…”

“It’s like receiving a quest from a video game system.”

Hedy thought, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion. But soon, she was overwhelmed by pain and regret.

Cooper was her younger brother.

She had planned to escape the organization with him, but halfway through, he drugged her and, ignoring her objections, returned to the organization to buy her more time.

By the time she regained consciousness, she found herself on the other side of the ocean, successfully breaking free from the organization’s control.

But her brother had been tortured and mercilessly killed by those people!

Hedy clenched her fist, her fingernails digging into her flesh.

“As long as I can save Cooper, whether it’s 30 missions or 300 missions, I will do my best!”

“Hedy, come downstairs for dinner,” a loving voice called from below.

Hedy turned and descended the stairs, finding her mother, Malina Ellis, preparing dinner in the kitchen, with her father, Buddy Ellis, assisting beside her.

Malina, a middle-aged woman of around fifty, bore the marks of years of labor on her face. Buddy, two years her senior, was a weathered-skinned farmer.

He asked Hedy, “Tell me, is someone bullying you at school?”

Ever since she started high school, Hedy seemed like a different person, but no matter how they asked, she always denied it.

“No,” Hedy lied.

The previous host had indeed been bullied at school.

she preferred to handle those

again, “And what about Mr. Johnson? How is he treating you? Have the Johnson Family mentioned when they’ll arrange the engagement ceremony for

Hedy’s eyes flickered.

son of the Johnson

Family had something to do

as brothers. They had made a pact to betroth the next

circumstances, the arranged marriage had been postponed until

Family’s business had grown tremendously, transforming from a humble village

common plot twists in dramas, the Johnson

for the principle of

the Ellis Family, but he also frequently

hearing that Hedy’s exam results were unsatisfactory, Oliver’s grandfather arranged for Hedy to attend

also studied at Lowell High

did not inherit his

three years of bullying at school without any help

Oliver’s grandfather passed away earlier this year, making it

Buddy looked at his

Johnson might not think highly of our daughter. Our daughter doesn’t have to marry into

in agreement. “Even if the Johnson Family offers us a billion dollars,

kept her head down,

from her parents felt

the items her daughter needed for school, fearing

turned off the lights and left after Hedy

soon as she left, Hedy opened her eyes, her pupils gleaming with a

of blood and gunpowder in the

had to deal with bullets and blades all the time, and sharp

place in the mountains behind her house. Pretending to be tired,

pull the trigger unless their lives are

what’s going on in

versus mobs? Or a

Buddy might be in

the window. Like an agile leopard in the night, she

skills as an international assassin from her previous life. Soon, she found an elderly

in cold sweat, trying hard not to make a

military green attire, and the badge on his shoulder made Hedy’s pupils dilate

– it was the prestigious Medal of Honor belonging to Amos King, one of

army of over one hundred thousand on

admired this

Now the question arose.

down a military district chief within the borders

you, Mr.

man with a stubbled chin,

dispiace molto, ma come dice il proverbio: “Prendi i soldi,