Rebirth Of The Tycoon: I Shall Dominate The World

I couldn't shake off the unease gnawing at the back of my mind. Everything I thought I knew about the timeline, every move I made to steer things in the right direction—it was all being challenged. Samuel Kingston, this first-year genius, wasn't what I thought he was. I had followed the trail, dug through old records, and even checked his connections to the school's administration, but I didn't expect to find what I did.

Samuel was a puppet. A pawn. A decoy.

Someone had set him up as the face of the operation, the "front" of the tutoring scam to throw off suspicion, and the moment I realized it, a wave of frustration crashed over me. But if Samuel wasn't the mastermind, then who was pulling the strings?

I continued my search, narrowing in on students who had access to the resources to pull something like this off. That's when I heard whispers in the halls about a new student. A girl, sharp, calculating—someone with the kind of charisma and intelligence that could easily rival my own team.

She wasn't mentioned in any of the records I had. A ghost in the system, someone who'd slipped under the radar of even the teachers. Her name was Selena. And no, I didn't recognize it either.

I had to know more.

Later that day, after our meeting at the café, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. John was already heading out, his report successfully submitted, and we'd discussed the next steps. The team had agreed on the strategy to keep the teachers at bay for now, but I was still stuck on Samuel. It didn't add up.

I decided to hang around for a while longer, trying to piece everything together in my mind. The café was nearly empty by the time I stood up to leave, my thoughts in turmoil. The door jingled as someone entered, and I looked up without thinking.

It was her.

I froze for a moment, my breath catching in my throat. She was tall, confident, her dark eyes sharp as she scanned the room. Something about the way she carried herself—graceful, composed—tugged at a thread deep inside me. I couldn't explain it, but I felt like I knew her.

She didn't notice me at first. But then—then her eyes met mine.

For a split second, everything in the world felt like it froze. Time didn't move, the air didn't stir. It was just the two of us. Her gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that seemed... familiar.

There was something there. Something weirdly familiar. My heart skipped a beat as if I was seeing something I shouldn't. And then, before I could think about it too much, a sharp pain shot through my skull. My vision blurred, and images, memories, flashes of moments that weren't mine—but somehow were—began to flood my mind.

I saw her—her—smiling at me, her dark hair flowing like it was in slow motion. I saw us together, not as students in this timeline, but as something else. Something older. A connection that transcended this life.

Horus...

I heard the name in my mind, and it was as if I was hearing it spoken in a language that didn't belong to this world. And then—her.

Hathor.

The names echoed through my thoughts, resonating with something deep within me. My head spun, a sharp, searing pain throbbing through my temples. My hands shook as I tried to steady myself against the table. The image of her—Hathor—flashed again. Her eyes, just like mine, filled with a love that was ancient, eternal, and unexplained.

For a moment, everything went black.

Then, just as quickly as it had come, the pain stopped. My vision cleared, and I was left standing there, staring at her—Selena—as though we were strangers. But I knew, deep down, that we weren't. We couldn't be.

We both stood there in silence, the tension thick in the air between us. The room was almost too quiet now, my pulse racing in my ears. She blinked, her lips parting as though she was about to speak. But she didn't.

I couldn't ignore the magnetic pull between us. It was something more than just curiosity. There was something that had been awakened. Something we both felt.

"Uh, hi..." I finally managed to speak, my voice hoarse. I cleared my throat, hoping that what had just happened was a figment of my imagination. But it wasn't.

"I'm William Right," I said, trying to sound casual, though every fiber of my being was screaming that there was something important about this meeting. "I, uh, don't suppose we've met before, have we?"

She tilted her head, her lips curling slightly. Her expression was guarded, but there was something in her eyes that was... knowing. Like she was just as confused as I was.

"William Right," she repeated slowly, as if testing the name on her tongue. Then, her eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "No, I don't think so," she said, her voice like silk, smooth and calm. "But maybe we should've met sooner."

Her words were like a punch to the gut. I couldn't help but feel like she knew more than she was letting on. Like she knew about us—about whatever had just happened. But I couldn't afford to show any weakness. Not yet.

"You wouldn't happen to know who Samuel Kingston is, would you?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral.

She hesitated, then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "He's just a kid. Someone to take the fall. The real mastermind is someone... else." She didn't elaborate further, but there was something in the way she said it that sent a chill down my spine.

We stood there for a long moment, neither of us saying anything. I could feel the air around us crackling with unsaid words, heavy with the unspoken understanding that whatever was happening here, whatever we were, was going to change everything.

Finally, I broke the silence. "Who are you, really?"

She looked me straight in the eye, and for the first time since we'd met, her smile seemed genuine, almost playful. "I'm someone who's been watching this game unfold from the sidelines. And you... you're someone who's about to realize that the timeline you've been trying to fix isn't as simple as you think."

It was cryptic, but I couldn't shake the feeling that her words weren't just a warning. They were the truth.

For a moment, I forgot about everything else—the school, the business, the mission. All I could focus on was her. The feeling that had washed over me when our eyes met. It wasn't just that we'd known each other, but that we belonged to each other, in ways that defied explanation.

"Will you... be seeing me again?" I asked before I could stop myself, my voice quieter than I intended.

She paused, her eyes flickering with something unreadable before she turned toward the door.

"You will," she said, with a certainty that chilled me to my bones.

And with that, she walked out of the café, leaving me standing there, staring after her, feeling the pull between us grow stronger with every second. The headache had faded, but the questions remained.

Who was she really?

What was happening to us?

And most importantly—how did I already know her so well?

I didn't have answers. Not yet. But I knew this much: I had to find out.

I stood frozen in place for a moment after Selena left, the weight of everything that had just happened bearing down on me. My mind was a mess of images, feelings, and memories that didn't make sense. The whole encounter felt like a dream—or rather, a memory I wasn't supposed to remember, but couldn't forget.

I had to talk to Hathor.

I opened the system interface and called out her name. "Hathor, what was that? Those images... the memories I saw... what was that about?"

There was a brief pause before her voice came through, calm and collected, as always. "I don't know, William."

My heart sank. "What do you mean you don't know? You've always known everything about this mission, right? How can you not know something like that?"

There was another pause before she responded, this time with a tone I didn't quite recognize. "I'm... I'm sorry, but I can't explain it. It's not something I have information on."

I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "That's not helpful. What happened between me and Selena? Why do I feel like I've known her for ages? Why did it feel like we were... lovers?"

Hathor's voice came through again, quieter this time, almost like she was trying to avoid saying something. "William, sometimes things happen that even I don't fully understand. But deep inside, I know..."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

There was a long pause, and then, almost too softly, Hathor finally spoke. "That girl, Selena, she... she's your reincarnation partner. The one you've been searching for, the one who has been in your dreams, too."

I blinked, the words barely registering. "Wait... what? You mean... Selena? She's... my...?"

"Yes," Hathor interrupted. "She is Hathor in this life, just as you are Horus. This connection—this bond between you and her—it's something that transcends the current mission. It's something deeper."

My head spun. Horus? The god? As in, the ancient Egyptian god of the sun, the sky, and kingship? I wasn't sure how to process this. Reincarnated as a god? What kind of joke was this? I mean, sure, I had the memories, the strange feelings, but how could this be real?

"Horus?" I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. "I—I don't understand. You're telling me that I was... a god? In a past life? As in... the Horus?" I let out a nervous laugh, trying to convince myself this was all just some weird misunderstanding. But as I looked at my phone, the weight of Hathor's words settled deeper. She wasn't joking. This wasn't some strange coincidence or glitch in the system.

"Am I supposed to be some kind of... divine being now?"

"Yes," Hathor's voice echoed in my mind, calm as ever, though I could feel the unspoken weight behind her words. "But... it's not like before. You're not the same as you were in your previous life. You're still William. This time, you're a human with a mission, and that's what matters most now."

I rubbed my temples. "A human? With a mission?" I muttered. "So, what, I'm just supposed to pretend I'm not freaking out over the fact that I'm the reincarnation of a god? That doesn't make sense! How am I supposed to live my life like this?"

There was a pause. "William, it's natural to feel confused. It's a lot to process. But your focus should remain on the mission, on what you need to do in this life. That's where your energy must go. The rest... will fall into place as time goes on."

I let out a long breath, trying to calm myself. This was too much to take in all at once. Reincarnated as a god, but with no divine powers? No grand purpose to fulfill? It was a lot to wrap my head around.

"Fine," I sighed. "So, I'm Horus in this life... but I don't feel anything godly. What's the point of all this then? If I'm supposed to be someone else, someone powerful, why does everything still feel so... ordinary?"

"It's not about what you feel, William," Hathor said gently. "It's about what you're meant to do. You may not remember everything now, but you have a role to play. And everything that happens, even the small things, is part of a bigger picture. You just have to trust the process."

I exhaled, unsure if I was convinced. "I guess that's all I can do, huh? Trust the process?"

"Exactly."

I leaned against the wall, trying to make sense of it all. If I was really Horus... if Selena really was Hathor... then maybe, just maybe, this life wasn't as random as it seemed. But why did it all feel so... wrong? Why did it feel like there were pieces of the puzzle I hadn't found yet?

As I stood there, my head spinning from everything that had just happened, I couldn't help but reflect on what Hathor had said. The whole god thing? Still surreal. I was just a high school kid trying to get by and avoid the whole "death" thing again. But now... now there were all these new layers to my life I wasn't ready for. Reincarnated as Horus, a god with a mission, a purpose I still didn't fully understand, and on top of that... there was Selena.

Selena.Her face lingered in my mind, her eyes meeting mine at the café. It had felt like time had stopped, like I had seen her before in some other life—though I couldn't place where. Maybe that's what it was: memories from a past life surfacing, fragmented and hazy.

But what really bothered me wasn't just the overwhelming flood of unfamiliar feelings. It was the certainty that this wasn't just some random connection. There was something deeper. Something stronger. It was like there was a bond between us that couldn't be ignored, no matter how much I tried to shove it aside.

I turned back to the phone in my hand, trying to focus. I needed to keep my mind on the mission, on what I was supposed to do in this life. But that nagging feeling wouldn't go away.

The walk home felt different today. She'd spent the entire time replaying the moments at the café in her head, trying to piece it all together. When she'd locked eyes with William, the world around her had seemed to disappear. The images, the memories—they flooded her mind like a tidal wave. She had remembered bits and pieces of her past life, of who she really was.

Hathor.

She had known that name for years now, but only recently had it started to mean something. All the fragments—bits of love, power, warmth, and longing—had started to make sense. It had felt like she was waking up from a dream, one that had stretched across lifetimes.

As she turned the corner to her house, she smiled softly to herself. She knew the truth now. She knew why William's name felt so familiar. Horus.

The god. Her partner. The one she had been waiting for all this time.

Her heart raced as the memories came rushing back. During her time as Hathor, she had experienced the fullness of love—deep, unconditional, eternal love for Horus. They were more than just two gods in an ancient story. They had been together, intimately connected, their bond forged in time and space beyond her comprehension. And as the pieces of her past life began to settle into place, she realized something even more important.

She had loved him.

The connection, the spark—everything she had felt the moment their eyes met wasn't just some coincidence. It was real. It was the love of a lifetime that had carried over, reincarnated into this new life.

The smile on her lips grew wider as she slowed her pace, the cool air of the evening brushing against her cheeks.

It's you, William. It's always been you.

In this life, things were different. But in another way, nothing had changed. Their bond—her love for him—had transcended time itself. She had regained half of her memories, but that was all she needed to know. She could feel it in her bones, deep in her heart. She had always known.

She loved him.

I walked through the dimly lit streets, still reeling from everything that had happened with Selena, trying to make sense of the strange connection I felt toward her. The pull between us was undeniable, but the more I thought about it, the more I began to question if I was even prepared for what this meant.

My mind wandered back to the flashes of memories—fragments of a past life with Selena. It felt so real, but at the same time, so surreal. How was it possible? How could I have been Horus, the god of the sun? And more importantly, how could I have been her partner in that past life?

I leaned against a nearby fence and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Why me?" I muttered. "Why am I the one who's supposed to do... whatever it is I'm supposed to do?"

My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at it and saw a notification from Hathor.

"William," her message began. "I know this is confusing for you right now. And I understand your frustration. But know that the connection you feel with Selena... it's real. You were more than just gods in your past life. You were partners, lovers even. And in this life, that bond still remains."

I stood there in stunned silence for a moment, reading her message over and over again, trying to process it. Lovers?

No wonder everything about Selena felt so... familiar. We weren't just strangers meeting for the first time. We were connected in a way I couldn't explain, and the more I thought about it, the more certain I was that my feelings weren't just about the mission or some passing fancy. There was something more to this.

Something more between us than I was ready to acknowledge.

Meanwhile, Selena stood in front of her house, gazing at the stars above. The cool evening air swirled around her as she closed her eyes, the soft breeze lifting her hair. She had to admit, she wasn't just relieved to have found William. She was overwhelmed with joy—joy that she had remembered.

She felt it in every fiber of her being.

I love you, William.

The connection was too strong to ignore now. It was no longer just something she had felt in her dreams. It was real.

"William," she whispered again, her heart light. "You're my everything."

She had found him. The one she had been waiting for. And now that they had crossed paths again, there was nothing that would keep her from him.

She smiled, knowing the future held countless possibilities.

And she knew one thing for sure: they would be together again.