Chapter 3Rebirth In Hardcore Mode I Want A Happier Life

At first, I thought I’d met a gentle soul, but then I got scared out of my mind.

Standing in front of me was a lanky guy in a big, oversized suit, with one eye covered by his hair and thick eyeliner stretching almost to his temple. Most unsettling, he had a ghostly smirk permanently plastered on his face.

I let out a wail, shivering from head to toe.

My uncle, Kyle Riley, had another name online: “Prince of the Social Media Circle.”

Seriously? “Prince” of what now? That name’s just awful.

His main “job” was streaming online. Before each broadcast, he’d powder his entire face until he looked like a ghost with painted eyes. Creepy? Yes. But at least it meant safety for me.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t get any sleep before a call came through. On the other end, a girl named Stacey Sweet was sobbing.

“Prince, someone’s picking on me and calling himself the true big shot of the Circle! You have to come!”

I had a bad feeling about this, but Kyle packed all his beads, looking like a vendor at a flea market, and bolted out the door with me in his arms.

Before long, we pulled up to a spa downtown. I got plopped in the bike basket and watched Kyle march over to a girl in a frilly dress.

“Stacey, who made you cry? I’ll make him pay!”

Then some rich-looking guys with designer clothes swaggered over.

“Yo, so you’re the Circle’s big shot?”

Kyle didn’t say a word. He just pressed his palms together and chuckled.

“No, I… I’ve renounced it all, for Stacey’s sake.”

“You sound like a broken record, man.”

They burst into laughter and shoved him. Big mistake.

The guy who pushed him yelped in pain, clutching his hand. Kyle’s arm was covered with dozens of bracelets, and his calm gaze looked almost monk-like.