Reborn in Another World

Valerie Farrell, a woman who seemingly has it all—wealth, intelligence, and beauty—chooses to forge her own path, defying her family's expectations. But her carefully constructed independent life is shattered by vivid, increasingly real dreams of a fantastical world, a mysterious voice calling her "My Empress," and an ancient name: Zhilux. Is this merely a dream, or a fragmented memory of a past life calling her back? Dive into a tale where modern independence clashes with an ancient destiny, as Valerie unravels the truth behind her unsettling visions.

Reborn in Another World

Valerie Farrell, a woman who seemingly has it all—wealth, intelligence, and beauty—chooses to forge her own path, defying her family's expectations. But her carefully constructed independent life is shattered by vivid, increasingly real dreams of a fantastical world, a mysterious voice calling her "My Empress," and an ancient name: Zhilux. Is this merely a dream, or a fragmented memory of a past life calling her back? Dive into a tale where modern independence clashes with an ancient destiny, as Valerie unravels the truth behind her unsettling visions.

The oppressive heat of May bore down on the city, a relentless reminder that even the busiest of months couldn't escape nature's extremes. Inside the cool, air-conditioned confines of Kiwi Incorporation, the low hum of computers and hushed conversations filled the air.

Valerie Farrell, a woman whose blonde hair seemed to catch every errant ray of light, meticulously organized her desk. Her movements were precise, efficient—a testament to the dedication that had earned her a reputation as one of the company's most valued employees.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted," a voice sighed nearby. It was Ellen, Valerie's closest friend, already packing up her things. "Let's go to a new restaurant near the bank for dinner."

Valerie offered a faint smile, her thoughts elsewhere. She had been spacing out more often lately, a habit Ellen had quickly noticed. The dreams. They were becoming too real, too vivid.

"Anyway, are you all right?" Ellen asked, her voice tinged with concern. "I mean, it's extremely unusual to see you, Valerie Farrell, the highly dedicated employee of Kiwi Incorporation, set aside a lot of time or should I say 'spacing out.'"

Valerie straightened, adjusting a stack of papers. "Y-yeah, I'm alright," she replied, her voice a little too quick. "It's just that I had a strange dream last night."

Ellen's eyebrows rose. "Why? What exactly do you mean by strange?"

Valerie hesitated, a shiver running down her spine despite the heat. "It just seemed so real."