Counterattack Of The Vengeful Goddess

This Summer

This summer, the temperature soared suddenly. Rosalie suggested that the whole family go to Prastin to escape the heat and go diving. I suddenly realized that the climate in Prastin this year was different from previous years and suggested that we stay for just a few days before returning home.

Rosalie exploded, "Prastin is a summer resort! If you don't know anything, just shut up, you ignorant fool. In another month, the weather will get cooler and cooler. I'm not going home until we've stayed for a month."

My mom eagerly agreed with her.

After landing, they were scammed at the seafood market by a scam restaurant. When some thugs held knives to their throats and demanded an exorbitant payment, they forced me to pay. Later, the Earth's magnetic field became chaotic, and the once cool sea breeze turned into a deadly heatwave. The summer resort turned into a living hell.

The airport suspended flights due to the high temperatures, and our family was trapped in a guesthouse. Ignoring the government's high-temperature warnings, Rosalie insisted on going diving to cool off. As a result, during an extreme heatwave, a sudden tide trapped her. At the critical moment, my brother pushed me into the water. Rosalie grabbed my hair and used my head as a support to get rescued. I was swept into the scalding sea and drowned.

A rescue worker who tried to retrieve my body also tragically lost his life. Facing the accusations of those around us, my mom said, "It's all my daughter's fault for not listening and insisting on diving. She deserved what happened to her."

After this incident, they finally realized the dangers of the high temperatures. The three of them stayed in the guesthouse, banding together to endure the heat until the government rescue arrived.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Rosalie suggested we go to Prastin to escape the heat.

"It's so hot, unbearably hot. This summer has just begun, and it's already this hot!"

"Why don't we all go to Prastin to escape the heat? We can think of it as a family vacation."

Rosalie's voice echoed in my ears.

I suddenly opened my eyes. The salty, hot seawater had not yet filled my nostrils. Two seconds later, I confirmed that I had been given a second chance, reborn on the day Rosalie suggested the family go to Prastin to escape the heat.

This summer, the weather was hotter than usual. It had just begun, and the temperature had already exceeded 36°C for several days in a row. Prastin had always been the first choice for most people to escape the heat. But I knew that in a few days, Prastin would become a living hell.

Due to abnormal weather, Prastin, located near the equator, would see temperatures soar to 70°C under the sun's rays. It was a temperature that could kill.

My mom looked at Rosalie's expectant eyes and my brother Mathew's hesitant expression and asked me earnestly, "Elissa, I remember you have a friend who runs a guesthouse in Prastin. We can take care of her business while we're there."

Hearing my mom say this, Rosalie and Mathew both turned their eyes to me. They were used to taking advantage of me, always had been.

In my previous life, when my mom asked this question, it meant that all the travel arrangements for this trip were handed over to me. Out of family affection, I took on the burden without complaint. But later, after landing, I noticed the weather was unusual and suggested we stay for just a few days before returning. Rosalie felt I was ruining her fun and berated me at the airport. My mom turned a blind eye to Rosalie's abuse and even nodded in agreement.

They feasted at the seafood market, forgetting that I was allergic to seafood, and then made me pay the exorbitant bill. Ignoring the government's high-temperature warnings, Rosalie insisted on diving. The magnetic field became chaotic, the tide rose, and she got trapped. My brother decisively pushed me into the sea when Rosalie was drowning, letting her step on my body to get ashore and be rescued. I missed the best rescue time and was swept away by the scalding sea. After I drowned, my mom lied to cover up the truth, saying it was all my fault and that I deserved it.

Memories flashed through my mind repeatedly. In this life, family affection had nothing to do with me.

Under my mom's eager gaze, I replied, "I don't know. If you want to go, you should contact her yourselves."

"What do you mean by 'you'? Aren't you part of this family?"