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 45 – The Night Elara Broke (Year 1481 – Children at 9 years old)**


Elara woke up screaming in the middle of the night, as always.  


She ran out of the dormitory barefoot, straight into the garden, and began punching the ground with her fists until they bled, screaming names no one knew—names of dead versions of the sisters.


Lysithea ran after her, hugging her from behind as she collapsed.  


— I saw you all die again… I saw it again… I can't take it anymore…  


Lysithea cried with her, rocking her like a baby:  


— Look at me, Elara… look… they're alive… I'm alive… breathe with me…


All the children woke up and formed a circle of hugs around the two.  


Joker and Harley, still small, sat on her lap, holding her bloodied hands.  


— Big sis Elara… we're here… forever…


It took three hours of collective crying until she fell asleep exhausted in Lysithea's lap, with thirteen bodies forming a protective cocoon around her.


Chapter 45 - Chapter 45 – The Night Elara Broke (Year 1481 – Children at 9 years old)