In a modern world, he was the forgotten adopted son, the perfect student no one ever saw, the boyfriend betrayed and ridiculed to the bone.  
When he finally broke, he didn’t cry.  
He laughed.  
And together with the only girl who understood his madness, he turned the school into a circus of blood, fireworks, and red confetti.  
He died smiling, in her arms, happy for the first time.

But death was just the opening act.

Reincarnated as two little demon children in a basket, left at an orphanage in a world of magic, they discovered that every victim of the massacre had been brought along — memories intact, hatred boiling, and now equipped with powers, levels, and skills to fight back.

The treacherous ex-girlfriend.  
The 14 guys who laughed at him.  
The classmates who filmed it.  
The teachers who looked the other way.  
They’re all here.  
And they all remember.

But Joker and Harley don’t want revenge.  
They want to play.

In a world where women are treated as commodities and abandoned children are forgotten, they’re going to build the greatest circus that ever existed.  
With a family of eight insane little sisters, an eternal mother who hugs you to death, and a big sister who came back from the future — only to find out they’d already saved everyone.

Because anyone who messes with their family becomes fireworks.  
And anyone who becomes family gets eternal hugs.

Here, kings, heroines, goddesses, and even the victims themselves will learn the most important lesson:

The Joker never plays fair.  
And the show…  
has only just begun.

**Chapter 44 – The Everyday Life That Blossomed into Madness**


The following years: routine turned into a daily spectacle. Morning training with Mirella and Elara—temporal archery: arrows frozen in time, Joker's shadows dodging, Sylvara's carnivorous flowers "attacking." High emotions: Elara had crying breakdowns during training, remembering the lost future, and everyone stopped for a group hug until she smiled again.


Lunches became parties: Astrid carrying entire tables, Marina creating rainbow steam fountains. Elara sped up fruits to ripen instantly, but cried: "In my time… hunger was normal." Lysithea hugged her: "Here, never again."


Afternoons: wild games—"Temporal Circus": Elara paused time for Harley to create illusions, Joker summoned clown shadows. Endless hugs, Elara slowly healing, though she still woke up screaming from nightmares—Lysithea slept with her on those nights.


Nights: stories turned into catharsis. Elara recounted battles with a trembling voice, everyone crying along. Dormitory: a giant tangle of thirteen bodies, Elara in the center, whispering: "This is what I died to have back."


The nuns shone: Mirella taught archery with tears of pride, Graciela cooked "eternal recipes" crying with happiness. Lysithea organized "infinite love days," healing everyone's wounds.


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