Ch1: Rebirth or Transmigration?

As we see a 12-year-old Milia trying to leave her house, when she's at the door her only family, her older adoptive brother Soren, is there. He whips a book at her head, and it hits her. He yells, "Score: Me 1, annoying sister 0," and after that, she falls over, bleeding and crying. Walking over to his now bleeding sister, he mocks her, "Ha, loser, you might die, we don't want that after all you're my punching bag." Then he picks her up but hears her muttering without much strength, "Mama, I'm sorry I couldn't meet you today."

Hearing a knock, Siren panics as Soren realizes he needs to answer. He opens the door to see the local Mafia boss's wife, Alicia, with her flowing silver hair and bright emerald eyes. Seeing the girl she was about to pick up now on death's door brings about a new fury she's never knew. Looking at the boy with pitch-black hair and red eyes, seeing the bloodied book on the floor.

She snatches her daughter and rushes to her limousine. As she looks at one of her men, they nod and make a call, "Sir, the young miss—" however, he is immediately cut off by a man on a video call, "Whoever hurt my daughter that I've been searching for, make sure they regret ever breathing. Am I Clear?" Stuttering slightly, "Yes, sir, understood."

While he was planning on how to make Soren suffer, Alicia is holding her daughter close as they speed off to a hospital. Once arriving, she was in critical condition and is immediately taken to get treatment.

<Timeskip >

Four years have passed, Milia, now 16, is laying in a hospital bed, completely paralyzed, and effectively on her death bed. She couldn't even be happy once her heterochromatic amber and green eyes look lifeless, and behind it is pure unbridled hatred at the current situation. Her parents, who looked tirelessly, gave up on her and stopped visiting two years in. Nothing ever went her way, and it honestly pissed her off. She wanted freedom but...

'That fucking brother of mine, adoptive or not, ruined my life and died shortly after. I want revenge so badly. I want to see him burn. I want to kill him myself.' *Inhale* *Exhale*. After doing it two more times, Milia sheds some tears as her body is failing her. But then *creak*. Her Mom, biological mom, all disheveled, walks up to her with only sorrow in her eyes.

"Milia, I want to apologize. Me and your father didn't want to see you die. But as you lived two years longer, I'd honestly feel better being here, as nobody really will if not for me. I wish I could've been there. All that pain for what, my sweet Milia?" As her mom gets to be an emotional wreck, Milia, with her last bit of her strength, wills her body to touch her mom's hand. The words, while weak, are heard, "I love you, Mom." And with that, she closes her crying eyes and flatlines, smiling softly.

<Timeskip 999,999,999 years later>

'How long have I been just floating in darkness? Is this what I deserve for absolutely nothing but existing?' As she floats, two of the most powerful goddesses enter the Abyss. These are Hecate and Hera. The reason? A powerful soul with high affinity towards their divinities was located, and what they see is a massive flame instead. No Abyss, just a massive pitch-black flame. Hecate recognizes this soul.

"This is one of my many past iterations, child. It seems it's affected me more than normal. Queen Hera, may I give this soul a form so we may converse?" Looking at the soul, she sees the form it would take, nodding. "Yes, she seems to be something completely new and has an apt name for a species herself, an Abyssal. Is suitable here, for sure." But as Hecate does her thing, the form is of Renée Lumière. Of course, shocking her.

"Huh, I can feel again, *looks up* oh my, my name is Renée Lumière, huh, odd. It was Milia, but apparently it's not anymore. Anyway, what do you two nice goddesses need from me?" Looking at the other, Hecate and Hera seem to remember a soul that was recently sent to their world, a complete degenerate who hypnotizes women for his own pleasure. An idea forms in their heads, something that will benefit them and a reward for the woman in front of them.

"Yes, young one, we have a task for you. If completed, the dimensions you call "anime worlds" are yours to explore. But first, we have need of you to kill a rather disgusting mortal who is hypnotizing women, believing 'he deserves them.' If you kill him, we will give you that and the system you dream of, with a bonus of ROBs being able to hire you to kill specific reincarnators. Sound fair?" Thinking on it, while also in her current position.

Decides to simply just think on the latter later, living again with what memories are intact counts, "Yes, miss, I shall do as asked. But what world are they in, powers? That is kinda important info for a job." 'Odd, I've only acted this way when doing role-play in my head as Renée. Did I inherit that personality? I hope not completely. I would like some morals.' Hera looks at Hecate, who nods and then speaks up.

"His name is Soren Parker, a replacement for Peter Parker. He reincarnated around 2 years prior to now and has the divine realm displeased. But upon further research, he is now being revoked of that 2nd chance, discovering he murdered a future scientist who would cure cancer. What was her name again?" This jogs all her forgotten memories.

And a torrent of malice that even has the two goddesses shiver, as her tone cold as the grave, "That bastard got this before me? I was stuck here for so long while he was free? I'll gut that fuck, and I'll take his women. Then after everything is done, I'll put that bastard's head on a pike." The look in Renée's only eye says it all, she's now out to settle a personal vendetta, and her glee is felt. But now both goddesses know the job will get done.

"Then, mortal, you will now receive a blessing to ensure your words. I believe the term is 'Futa,' yea, that is you now, and women will instinctively love you. Now go with this, our talk is over, and anything else, mortal?" "Yea, make me this world's Ghost Spider's homeroom teacher." Hera nods, "Anything else, mortal, within reason?" Thinking,

"Actually, a system that lets me know my abilities, documents assassin contracts, lets me travel worlds, rewards me with unarmed combat styles, a list of all the girls that love me and a love % 0-100, and finally it adds me to the world as someone's sister, either a younger, older, or twin sister and, or the MC themselves. Then, a side request is instant mastery of my base abilities I have now. The look on the goddesses' faces was of surprise, but they simply nod, and Hecate seemingly casts a spell, then Renée falls asleep.