I Became a Mosquito to Bite My Ex, Now I'm a CEO
I died as an Aedes mosquito. Transmigrated into a shot billionaire. Now I’ve got a system in my head, enemies at my throat, and no time to play nice.
Thanks to a drunk little fairy named Pokolo. Her idea of revenge? “Bite your ex. She forgot to mention one tiny detail: If I got swatted before the 24-hour curse was up, I’d die. Not just as a mosquito. For real. Permanently.
Guess how that went. I died.
Out of guilt...or maybe because fairies fear karma, Pokolo pulled one last trick. She hurled my soul into another world into another body. I woke up gasping in a hospital bed, drenched in blood. A New face. New scars. Name: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Billionaire. Recluse. Shot and dead.
Then the system booted up in my head. Cold text in my mind, offering upgrades, skills, even life-saving interventions. But every benefit came with a price: mission, deadlines, moral gray zones. Fail, and it’s game over.
Now I’m trapped in a world that wants Lucien dead, where boardrooms are battlegrounds, smiles hide daggers, and every second breath might be my last. I have no idea who to trust. Everyone has an angle. Enemies in friendly mask.
But one woman keeps piercing through the noise—
Dr. Arno Theryn Solace.
She stitched my broken body back together with those steady hands… and somehow started stitching my soul, too. She doesn’t know who I really am, and I have no business wanting her. But I do.
This isn’t a simple transmigration. It’s a blood-soaked second chance wrapped in secrets and survival.
And this time, I’m not the prey.
Because, I'm the player.