[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power":3,"chapter-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power",{"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},1085242,1415,"Chapter 2: Reborn","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>Chapter 2 –\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all Boris saw. Cold, endless, suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts were sluggish, like they were swimming through tar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-Where... where am I?\" he muttered, his voice echoing into the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at himself—if you could even call it a \"self.\" His body was gone. All that remained was a flickering wisp of light, floating aimlessly in the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell is this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp chime echoed through the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System Activated.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glowing message box appeared in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Awakening process initiated.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange warmth stirred deep within him—foreign, ancient, powerful. It expanded, filling him until he could feel it, sense it, locate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was inside his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Awakening complete.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Congratulations, Host. You have awakened your personal system.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boris blinked—or he would have, if he had eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You are dead.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Emergency measures engaged.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You are being reborn in another world.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Brace yourself, Host.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—wait, what the hell is going on?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no time for answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FSHHHHH—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was yanked forward by an invisible force—ripped through dimensions at blinding speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⸻\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere—In Another World\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless and gruesome. The earth was hidden beneath layers of mangled bodies—both human and beast. The stench of death and metal choked the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood painted everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red. Black. Green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood of humans. Blood of monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was chaos incarnate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of it all stood a giant of a man. Towering. Sculpted like a war god. His long black hair whipped in the wind, and his crimson eyes glowed like burning embers. He wore black armor trimmed in blood-red, its chest emblazoned with a crest:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two crossed swords. A pool of blood beneath them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mark of the Warborns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Garros Warborn, Head of the Warborn Family—living legend, walking calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stood an army of abominations—snakes the size of carriages, wolves with armor-plated fur, goblins foaming at the mouth, ogres, trolls, giant spiders...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beyond them, sitting on a throne of bones, lounged a slender, pale creature. Humanoid in shape, monstrous in aura. Long white hair. Bone-white eyes. Translucent tail coiling lazily behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beast Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garros stepped forward, the ground shaking beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A coward as always,\" he growled. His voice made the air itself tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oren grinned, showing rows of razor-sharp teeth. \"Come now, Garros. You know how I fight. Why so dramatic? It's not our first dance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"True,\" Garros said. \"But it will be our last.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oren's grin faded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Are you sure about that?\" the Beast Lord said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured behind Garros.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, kneeling on the blood-soaked ground, was a woman. Crimson hair. Midnight-black eyes. No wounds, no blood on her—but she was clearly in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was giving birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the middle of a goddamn warzone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oren's smile returned. \"Your wife... Sarena, isn't it? And she's pregnant, giving birth here, of all places? You're insane, Garros.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned forward. \"Step back now, or I'll throw every last one of my beasts—and myself—at her. I'll crush her. The child, too. Right as it enters this cursed world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread his arms. \"So, choose. Victory... or your family.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell over the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons were raised. Claws unsheathed. Every creature on edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wild laugh rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from Garros.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Sarena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman on her knees, in labor, laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill me?\" she spat. \"Kill my child? Make us lose?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes blazed. \"We are the Warborns. We don't lose. We don't bow. We don't break.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garros smiled, wide and savage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You hear that, Oren?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his hand high to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are the Warborns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We. Do. Not. Lose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice became a roar—divine and unrelenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AERON—COME!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky split apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHATTER!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A titanic greatsword plummeted from the heavens like a meteor, crashing into the center of the beast horde. The impact warped space, sent shockwaves in all directions. Beasts were pulverized. Screams were swallowed by the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Worldbreaker Blade—Aeron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garros's weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a blink, the sword vanished from the crater and appeared in Garros's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aeron's voice rumbled inside his head—ancient, familiar, impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'About damn time, Garros. She's giving birth right now, you idiot.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garros chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'She's fine. Look at her. Still smiling while bringing my child into this world. The best woman alive.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'You're both insane.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garros threw back his head and laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he pointed Aeron at Oren, whose expression was now grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's fight to our hea—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WAAAH—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cry pierced the battlefield. Thin. Fragile. But powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cry of a newborn child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarena was cradling a baby boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark hair. Crimson eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child born in war and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garros's grin widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... let's not fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me end this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"MY MEN!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"YES, COMMANDER!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"TODAY—MY SECOND SON IS BORN!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HE ENTERED THIS WORLD SURROUNDED BY BLOOD—IN THE FACE OF A BEAST LORD!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LET THIS BATTLEFIELD BEAR WITNESS. A WARBON IS BORN TODAY—AND BLOOD WILL MARK HIS ARRIVALl!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"YESSSSSS!! BLOOD! BLOOD! WAR! BLOOD! BLOOD! WAR!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human soldiers went berserk, surging forward with roars of vengeance and pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beasts hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oren cursed, voice trembling. \"You fucking lunatics...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garros raised Aeron, eyes burning with madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWING—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humans charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And amid the chaos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'...What the hell...?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boris was in the blood-soaked hands, dazed and breathless. He was the newborn child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had really reincarnated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pulse thundered in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarena looked over him and smiled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome, my child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome, Kaden.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My son—born in war and blood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—End of Chapter 2—\u003C\u002Fp>",946,"2026-06-03T10:53:47.223Z",1,"novelbin.me","a6736d8ba13d408f0d1f1f06887fbc2783e1e9ce8cc208f2544bb7aa7f910220","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-3","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-1",481,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fkilled-me-now-i-have-your-power-cover.jpg"]