Rebirth: A Second chance at life
Chapter 114: Who changed the DNA record?

Chapter 114: Who changed the DNA record?

Luna’s hands trembled slightly as she gripped the edge of the table. Memories—foreign and yet familiar—rushed through her like a tide.

Every bruise Aurora had suffered, every tear she had shed, every silent scream buried inside... they all felt magnified now, intensified by this bond they unknowingly shared.

The pain wasn’t just inherited through a body—it was etched into her soul.

She wasn’t just continuing Aurora’s story anymore. She was living the life her twin had been robbed of.

And that truth changed everything.

A tear slid down Luna’s cheek before she could stop it.

She remembered the blurry images she had seen in the dream-like memories that came with taking over Aurora’s body.

The loneliness. The desperation. The silent, endless waiting.

Professor Maxwell reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Luna... my child..."

"There’s one more thing I’m finding suspicious," Maxwell began.

Hearing his voice, Aurora snapped out of her thoughts, her gaze sharpening.

She took a sharp breath, wiped the tear, and straightened her spine.

"What is it?" she asked, her tone low and guarded.

"Here’s the strange part," Maxwell added, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Her DNA with the system ID doesn’t match, otherwise it would have been shown in the government system or matched with yours but it didn’t.

Not in the citizen logs, not in the hospitals, not even flagged in the missing persons registry.

It’s as if she was wiped off the grid, or worse... never existed officially."

"Instead, it matched when I ran it through our private records.

"So I checked yours as well—and guess what?

The DNA record we got here, the one we personally conducted in our private lab, doesn’t match the records stored in the official government archives either.

It’s as if your real identity has been erased or never properly recorded. Something is definitely off.

As the leader, Luna had two profiles within the system. One was filed under her real name—Luna—and stored deep within the government archives.

She had always believed that to be her official DNA record.

The second was created under the alias Dr. Elena, a carefully crafted identity meant to protect her from unwanted attention and potential threats.

It was a necessary precaution in her line of work, one she never questioned—until now.

Your official DNA records that was registered in the hospital after your birth appear to have been tampered with—or were never properly entered at all."

Aurora took the report in her hands, her fingers slightly trembling. "So both of us were... misregistered?"

"It looks that way," he confirmed.

Dig deeper into the DNA data system.

Update our DNA match without anyone noticing it," Luna said, her voice cold and calm, but the weight of her words wasn’t lost on Maxwell.

He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. But then he nodded—silently understanding the layers behind her instruction.

It was a dangerous mission she was assigning him. Tampering with the official government records was no small feat.

In Estria, such a breach of the official database was considered a treasonous act.

The penalty? Nothing less than death.

And the irony was painful—because the very security system they would now attempt to bypass had been built by Luna herself.

She had engineered it to be unbreakable.

Maxwell exhaled slowly. "It’ll take time," he admitted.

"And precision. I’ll have to mask the query, rewrite the signature chains, and reroute the access logs.

One wrong move and the surveillance nodes will detect it."

Luna gave a subtle nod. "Do it patiently. Quietly. No traces. No questions."

He nodded again, this time more firmly. He knew the stakes. But more than that, he knew Luna—her strength, her past, and now, her pain.

Aurora—Luna—took the folder with her and marched out of the lab, her steps gaining purpose with every passing second.

She returned to her car, the automatic doors closing with a quiet click. Inside, she sat in silence, staring out at the empty road ahead.

Her sister.

Her only blood relative.

Dead.

Beaten. Abused. Drugged. Used. And finally discarded like trash by Alexander Brown—the man Aurora had trusted the most.

From a young age, she had been force-fed sedatives, manipulated, and subjected to silent torture behind gilded walls.

A shiver ran down her spine as the truth settled in her chest like a stone.

Before, when she had no idea about the blood tie between them, she had still felt something—an unexplainable ache, a sharp sadness that would creep into her heart when memories of the torment flickered through her mind.

She had brushed it off, thinking it was the body reacting on instinct to the horrors it had endured.

She had told herself that perhaps it was just the lingering trauma embedded deep within Aurora’s bones.

But now... now she knew better.

Now she understood the reason behind that ache—it was the bond of blood, the invisible thread of shared pain between sisters.

Identical or not, the connection ran deep, carved into their very DNA.

She clenched her fist slowly, her knuckles whitening with the pressure as her jaw tightened.

Her mind replayed the images she could never forget—Aurora’s silent screams, the bruises blooming on her delicate skin, the cold rooms she was locked in, the venomous words spat like knives.

Every injury, every humiliation, every tear had a face behind it.

Veronica.

Lily.

Alexander.

Every bruise had a name.

They had all played a part in breaking her.

Now, Luna felt the storm rising within her.

They would pay. Each one of them. Slowly. Precisely. Without mercy.

She pulled out her phone, eyes cold with purpose, and typed a single encrypted message to Bishop:

"Destroy the Brown Group. By tomorrow."

She stared at the message for a second before hitting send.

It was done.

After that, she sent another encrypted message to Bishop—Bring that Murphy couple to me as well.

Her expression darkened as her fingers flew across the screen.

Send someone immediately. I want them locked up in the forest-side base, in the basement. No delays.

She didn’t want the world to know—not yet.

But the people who hurt Aurora, who betrayed her trust and ruined her life, one by one, she would drag them to the depths they pushed her sister into.