Chapter 3

Davina stared at the bowl of dark, murky blessed water, grimacing. "This is so disgusting. How am I supposed to drink this?"

I pinched myself, still in disbelief that I had been given a second chance at life.

The bowl contained water in which a piece of paper with protective symbols, purchased at a high price by my mother from a pastor in a distant village, had been burned. It was said that if you drank this water on July 7th and continued taking the pastor's secret pills for forty-nine days, you were guaranteed to have twin sons.

I never believed in such things, but in my previous life, a catastrophic heatwave, a rare and extreme weather event, was imminent, expected to last at least three months.

The heatwave was likely to trigger other geological disasters like earthquakes and tsunamis. After such a catastrophe, a major epidemic was expected to follow.

During this period, the living conditions would be extremely harsh, and both supplies and medical resources would be in severe shortage. It would be a significant challenge even for healthy adults, let alone for pregnant women and newborns.

So, I advised that it would be better to wait until after the disaster to have children.

Davina, having listened to my advice, secretly poured out the blessed water and only told the family a few days later that she hadn't drunk it.

I was severely reprimanded by the family. Then the terrifying heatwave struck, with temperatures rising day by day, prices soaring, and people dying continuously. The news kept reminding citizens to prepare actively. They didn't do anything to me until induced rainfall came...

In this life, I would no longer involve myself in anyone's fate. I would give them a taste of their own medicine, twice over.