Rebirth of a Top Star

Mo Xue laughed inwardly. Won’t let me die? She thought. Since I decided to leave ‘An’, my fate was sealed. But I still hoped to gamble for a chance! However, I’ve lost… Ignoring him, she said, “Go? Where can I go?”
As soon as I step out of this teahouse, someone will shoot me. Lan Xuan, as tough as you are, when did you become so naive?” Although the legend of Zi Ye doesn’t quite match her reputation, she was undoubtedly a ruthless and cold-hearted person. However, in front of her, Zi Ye’s tactics were nothing to speak of! As she spoke, Mo Xue slashed a deep cut across Lan Xuan’s abdomen. The wound was deep but not fatal! Bright red blood gushed out instantly, soaking a large part of Lan Xuan’s white robe. Mo Xue’s attacks continued without pause. Lan Xuan only dodged, not striking back. Without Lan Xuan fighting back, his injuries multiplied, and his face grew pale. After 10 minutes, Mo Xue stopped, turned her back to Lan Xuan, and said, “Lan Xuan, you’ve won. My heart isn’t cruel enough. I lost because I couldn’t bring myself to kill you, and you won by capturing my heart with your tenderness. Do you want to live? I’ll fulfill your wish!” But, I hope you can truly live on, not just exist in misery after my death! Since death is inevitable, I choose to make your life restless! To die without peace! Mo Xue walked out of the teahouse with indifference. Then, Lan Xuan saw Mo Xue’s body tremble as she exited the teahouse. Slowly, she collapsed. Blood flowed everywhere as she closed her eyes with a smile… However, the smile at the corner of her lips, one couldn’t tell who she was mocking… Seeing Mo Xue like this, Lan Xuan knelt down powerlessly, murmuring, “I’m sorry… Mo Xue… I’m sorry…” Yes, he was apologizing. Because Mo Xue was right. From the moment he saw her true nature, he knew he was no match for her. But he didn’t want to die; he wanted to live. So, he let her strike him, merely dodging. He gambled that Mo Xue wouldn’t let him die. Simply because he understood that Mo Xue desperately longed for warmth and freedom. Considering he had been with her for over three years, giving her warmth, she would surely spare him and choose to die herself… He won. But why didn’t he feel any joy? It felt like his heart had been gouged out, the bloody smell filling his chest, making it hard to breathe, almost suffocating him. Watching Mo Xue lying in a pool of blood, he knelt there… until someone came to drag him away, he still hadn’t come back to his senses. His mind, his vision, was filled with the image of Mo Xue’s final moment. Eerie, beautiful, enchanting, it tightly bound his soul… At that moment, he was living a life worse than death! And Mo Xue, the queen of the music scene, famous nationwide and internationally, had left this world forever… The teahouse was still the same teahouse, the body and bloodstains on the floor had been cleaned up. It was so clean that one couldn’t tell someone had just died there. A girl named Mo Xue, longing for freedom and warmth… No, she should be called a woman… She had left this world forever… However, sometimes an end can also be a new cycle, a new beginning… In the endless darkness of the demonic forest, there was no end. It was impossible to break through, impossible to find light. Mo Xue struggled and floated in the darkness as if she would dissolve into nothingness. Darkness, something Mo Xue extremely detested. Because from the time she could remember, all that accompanied her was darkness. It wasn’t until she entered the entertainment industry at 16 that the darkness she so hated receded slightly. What diminished the darkness was not something else, but the warmth from her fans. Gradually, Mo Xue began to crave the bright halo she had in the entertainment world. So, she worked hard, singing, acting in movies, shooting commercials, and engaging in charity work. While other artists had negative news, she was the exception. Though she had rumors, more people hoped for her happiness and viewed her gossip with affection. Sometimes, the entertainment media would playfully pair her up with this or that person, trying to give her a partner. The result was predictable; Mo Xue never compromised. She merely relished, almost maniacally, the affection from her fans, predecessors in the industry, and carefully guarded the little remaining warmth and light… As the warmth and light accumulated to a certain extent, Mo Xue became increasingly greedy. So, she decided to leave the ‘darkness’, to completely withdraw from the entertainment industry, seeking a warmth and light of her own. Reality was cruel… Still in the darkness, Mo Xue’s mind was very clear. She remembered the moment she died in the teahouse. She understood she had truly died. Do people have souls? Mo Xue didn’t know. She had studied Buddhist philosophy and had deep connections with many temple monks. She once asked a monk: “Do people have souls after death? Is there really a next life?” The monk smiled compassionately and replied, “Madam, people do have souls, which are a stream of consciousness. This consciousness carries the memories and experiences of a lifetime. It’s formless yet has form. If you believe in its existence, it exists. If you don’t, it vanishes. Everything is just consciousness, controlled by you. If you don’t believe, others’ words are in vain.” Mo Xue half-understood, then asked about the next life. The monk continued to smile compassionately and answered, “Yes, souls that achieve enlightenment can enter the next cycle of reincarnation. When you understand the cycle of life and death, that’s when you are reborn.” Mo Xue seemed to understand but also not. Strangely, this conversation was recalled at this moment. Then, Mo Xue ceased to struggle in the darkness. She was silent, staying still. Looking up, closing her eyes, she felt a clarity in her consciousness. Then, she felt herself slowly rising, flying higher and higher… until she felt as if her entire being was being split apart, ‘boom’, and there was a blankness, she lost all sensation… In a daze, not knowing how much time had passed, when Mo Xue woke up, she found herself in a messy room littered with beer cans. Her mind now held a complete set of memories, but not her own. Memories belonging to a girl named Mo Xue, sharing her name, along with memories of this world. In such an environment, Mo Xue was not without shock or disbelief. However, the long-term training in darkness, bloodshed, and perversion had smoothed her edges, killing her curiosity for all things.
After a brief moment of shock, she adjusted her mindset, closed her eyes, and quietly recalled memories that did not belong to her. Because she wanted to survive! In her memory, this world was called Eternal Continent, a place with countless countries, akin to a modern Earth. However, the rules here were very different from those on Earth. It was clearly stipulated that in any country on this continent, murder did not require one to pay with one’s life; as long as you had enough money, you could settle everything. In plain terms, it was a world that worshipped money and power, a world where the strong preyed on the weak, where the strong survived, and the weak clung to them.