[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s":3,"chapter-born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-566":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\\% Rebate System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1491751,1939,"Chapter 566: Future Self","born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-566",566,"\u003Cp>\"I might have helped them. Guided them. Even supported them in becoming an entrepreneur.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze locked onto his. \"But you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a pause. \"I hold a grudge against you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit him unexpectedly. \"A grudge?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aurora’s lips curved faintly, though there was no warmth in her expression. \"Do you remember your childhood?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miller’s brows furrowed. \"You once had an admirer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice dropped slightly, slower now, deliberate. \"And you stood there... watching... while she was beaten by a group of people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air seemed to freeze. \"You did nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes turned colder. \"I hate people like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each word felt like a blade. \"So I decided to act accordingly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she leaned back, signaling the end of the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miller stood there, stunned. ’That... that incident...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind raced, fragments of forgotten memories surfacing. The frightened Olivia. A chaotic scene. His own silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I... I didn’t... I just...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat felt dry. For the first time, something inside him cracked. ’How can I forget...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of guilt rose within him, heavy and suffocating. He clenched his fists, lowering his gaze. ’I let it happen... for nothing...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization burned. Without another word, he turned and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his apartment, the silence felt oppressive. He sat at his desk and began working. Proposal after proposal. Idea after idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he believed in himself. ’I can do this... I’m not useless...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as days passed, his confidence began to crumble. Emails went unanswered. Messages were ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some replies came... Cold. Harsh. Dismissive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop sending nonsense.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This looks like a scam.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re wasting our time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each word felt like a slap. Some even blocked him outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miller stared at his screen, his fingers trembling slightly. ’So this is... what it feels like...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, he understood. ’Miss Dawn never insulted me... not once...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bitter smile appeared on his lips. ’I was the one who was blind...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret settled deeper within him as time passed. Soon, his thoughts took a darker turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If only... I could go back...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea consumed him. ’If I had another chance... I would do everything right... I would build those ideas myself... I would save her... I would... be better...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing grew heavier. ’Olivia...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name lingered in his mind like an ache. ’I would find you... I would date you... I would marry you...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he thought, the more desperate he became. And then... He found something. A shaman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who claimed to have the power to send a person back in time. ’Is this... real?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his doubts, hope flickered once again. When he contacted the shaman, the price was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five hundred thousand dollars.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miller hesitated. It was almost all the money he had left. Suspicion gnawed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This could be a scam...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then... ’If it works...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes hardened. \"Fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He agreed. ’If I’m reborn... this amount will be nothing...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent the next week preparing. Memorizing everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stock market trends. Price fluctuations. Companies that would rise during crises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced it all into his mind, repeating it again and again until it felt etched into his very soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This is my advantage...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he returned to the shaman. The old man looked at him and spoke slowly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It will take six months.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miller nodded without hesitation. \"I’ll wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he did. For six long months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed every instruction without question. When asked for more money, he gave it. When told to perform rituals at midnight, he obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When ordered to carry water across long distances, ten kilometers, sometimes twenty, he endured it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body ached, his muscles burned, his breath grew ragged... but he never stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I’m getting closer... I have to be...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shaman fed his hope carefully. Sometimes giving him cryptic texts to copy. Sometimes hinting that he was \"almost ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Miller believed it. He clung to it. Until... One day, the shaman disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely. Gone without a trace. Miller stood there, staring at the empty space, his mind refusing to process it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No... no... this isn’t...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality hit him like a crushing blow. All his money... gone. All his time... wasted. Rage erupted within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He filed a complaint, his hands shaking with anger. ’How could I be so stupid...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bitter laugh escaped him. \"Reincarnation...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice echoed hollowly in the empty room. \"If it were real... wouldn’t powerful people be fighting for it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head slowly. \"I was just... a naive fool.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was almost broke. Exhausted. Empty. For a long time, he sat there in silence. Then, slowly, something shifted within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No more...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, his shoulders lowering. ’If I can’t change the past... then I’ll change myself.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no second chance waiting for him. No miracle. No shortcut. Only reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’At the very least... I won’t become someone I hate again...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment onward, Miller began to rebuild himself. His body. His knowledge. His discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step. Even if it was slow... Even if it was painful... He moved forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to pick up bits and pieces of knowledge about the stock market, at first out of curiosity, then slowly with genuine interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Numbers, charts, patterns, things that once felt distant and meaningless now started to make sense to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’So this is how money really moves...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started small, cautiously testing the waters. At times, his palms would grow sweaty as he clicked the \"buy\" button, his heartbeat quickening with every fluctuation on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days turned into months, and months into years. Within five years, he had finally carved out a small success for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stable income of forty thousand dollars per month. For him, it was huge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than enough to live comfortably. But more importantly, it changed something inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Not every loss is bad...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost money before, quite a lot, in fact, but each loss had taught him something valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Timing. Patience. Risk. ’Sometimes... you have to lose to understand.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because of that, he no longer blamed others. The bitterness he once carried had slowly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Eleanor and Mateo had decided to meet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a long time since they last saw each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The café was filled with the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans, the soft clinking of cups and low murmurs of conversations creating a calm atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment Mateo saw Eleanor...that calm shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked thinner. Noticeably thinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face had lost some of its fullness, her collarbones more prominent beneath her clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint ache stirred in his chest. \"What happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried a hint of concern, his brows knitting together. \"Why have you become so thin again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor looked at him, her gaze cold, distant, as if he were a stranger. \"Whatever you want to say...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was flat, emotionless. \"Say it quickly and leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned back slightly, clearly uninterested. \"I’m not in the mood to talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, she didn’t even want to be here. ’If it wasn’t for that damned system...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint chill ran down her spine at the thought. ’Who knows what it’ll do if I don’t listen...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she had arrived and seen Mateo’s haggard appearance, her irritation had only grown stronger. His tired eyes, his disheveled look, it all made her feel an inexplicable frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor rolled her eyes, her lips curling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this really how you talk now?\" Mateo asked in surprise. \"Where’s that refined and elegant Eleanor I used to know?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor froze for a second, caught off guard. Then she laughed as if she had heard some kind of joke. \"Refined? Elegant?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let out a soft, sarcastic laugh. \"Those are luxuries for rich people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes darkened slightly. \"People who fall into poverty learn only one thing...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, her gaze sharp. \"Survival.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air between them grew tense. ’Theodore... Mateo...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of disappointment crossed her mind. ’All the so-called heroes...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already given up on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo noticed her unwillingness to engage, yet he forced himself to speak. \"I... went bankrupt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words came out heavier than he expected. For the first time, Eleanor’s expression shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint hint of interest appeared in her eyes. Mateo caught that change and mistook it. ’She’s... concerned?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encouraged, he continued, \"I never thought my family would end up like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor waved her hand impatiently. \"Skip to the end.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was sharp. \"How did you go bankrupt?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo hesitated briefly before speaking again. \"I... received messages.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice lowered slightly. \"From my future self.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor’s brows twitched, but she remained silent. \"He told me what to invest in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo clenched his hands slightly. \"At first... it worked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bitter smile appeared on his lips. \"I made a lot of money.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze dimmed. \"So I got greedy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word felt heavy. \"I invested more... and more...\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1506,"2026-06-06T04:03:52.406Z",1,"novelbin.me","e3e7e8ad2c048c5844cb5c044fbffa1d09c04fd04b2aea8e7737cd798f68788f","born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-567","born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-565",614,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fborn-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-cover.jpg"]