Bella never thought she was all that special—
but under Death's gaze, she finally understood just how unusual she truly was.
It wasn't just one thing.
It was many factors stacked together.
What does Death hate the most?
He hates those who should have died but didn't.
The survivors of Flight 180 all fell into that category.
And Bella wasn't just an undying one—
she was the most undying of them all.
Her bloodline carried the immortal traits of Will Turner
and Hector Barbossa.
Barbossa's side was messy—
the order of the Aztec curse and his daughter's birth was unclear.
Unless someone could interview the man directly, the truth was lost.
But when Elizabeth Swann gave birth to Henry Turner,
Will Turner was definitely captain of the Flying Dutchman,
heart locked in a chest—
immortality guaranteed.
Even though Poseidon's Trident later shattered all magic and curses,
a sliver of that undying trait still passed down through the bloodline,
generation after generation.
The early Turner–Swann descendants lived long.
Over the centuries, the trait faded…
until modern times reduced it to ordinary human levels.
And that was when Bella showed up.
Original Bella: soul scattered, body still alive—
a form of undying.
The transmigrated Bella: avoided death entirely—
another form of undying.
Even her surname "Swan" sounded uncannily like "death" in some languages…
Blessings from ancestors,
a bizarre new fate,
plus she had foreseen and resisted her death, saving a third of the survivors—
and now the truck incident, the sudden intervention from Edward Cullen,
and three vampires currently sprinting after her truck…
Add everything up and Bella's "undying aura" in Death's eyes
was glowing a bright purple.
From the truck incident until now—
half a day—
she could feel eyes on her.
Death hadn't left her side for a second.
This urgency ate at her.
Good news: Death hadn't gone after the other survivors yet.
Bad news: if he kept stalking her day and night, even she couldn't withstand that forever.
Thankfully…
three evil vampires had shown up right on time.
Jacob's modified pickup hadn't even reached its top speed.
Bella wanted to test a theory—
so she deliberately slowed down while the vampires chased.
Right before the vampire woman shouted a warning,
the dreadlocked vampire was already close—
one reach away from grabbing the truck bed.
At his companion's scream, he glanced left.
A gust of wind.
A large advertising board hanging by roadside cables suddenly snapped loose.
The steel wire, whipping through the air like a blade,
lashed toward the dreadlocked vampire's head—
and toward the pickup in front of him.
What the hell kind of ability is this?
He didn't have time to think.
Relying on his inhuman strength, speed, and reflexes,
he twisted aside and grabbed the steel cable one-handed.
He felt nothing magical.
No heat, no energy flow, no curse, no spell.
Just an ordinary snapped cable.
That pause let Bella's truck pull ahead another three hundred meters.
"This is your ability? A child's trick!"
He tossed the cable aside, snarling viciously.
Bella almost burst out laughing.
Keeping her face stern, she leaned out the window and yelled:
"You're dead!"
"Keep chasing me and I'll use my full power!"
"I'm a servant of Death! Filthy vermin—hunting me is insulting my Master!"
Her insincere warnings were treated like jokes.
The three vampires charged faster.
The dreadlocked one roared with laughter:
"You dare speak of death to a vampire?! Tell your god of death to come kiss my ass! HAHAHA!"
Then they finally experienced "Bella's power."
This woman could summon death traps through absurd coincidences.
Fortunately, they were vampires—
or normal humans would've died ten times already.
The dreadlocked vampire had already been hit once by the steel cable.
Then a lawnmower exploded on a distant farm, sending sharp debris flying at him.
James, the pale white vampire, narrowly avoided
a collapsing roadway plus a falling tree in a deadly combo.
Victoria, the blonde vampire, wasn't so lucky.
A roadside transformer malfunctioned—
a massive electric arc blasted across her.
A human would've been a lump of charcoal.
Even she couldn't handle it,
lying twitching on the ground for a full three minutes before standing again.
This wasn't fun anymore.
This wasn't a game.
They were being toyed with.
They were furious.
And Death, irritated by Bella slipping through his fingers again and again,
was also enraged.
"See my power, insects?! I was holding back before! Keep chasing and you die!"
For these three unwitting aggro-sponges
who had kindly shown up to soak damage,
Bella went all-in with her taunts,
hurling insults until her saliva flew.
Her intuition sharpened—
because the vampires had taken center stage,
Death had shifted part of his focus to them.
Her own death-sense wasn't nearly as pressing now.
Good.
Very good.
Keep dragging these guys along.
With enough time, maybe Death's power would burn itself out.
The vampires weren't stupid.
They noticed something—
the closer they got to Bella's truck,
the worse their luck became.
They slowed down.
But Death had already locked onto them too.
Even from dozens of meters away,
death traps kept raining down.
"This ability is insane! Should we—?"
The dreadlocked vampire sounded nervous now.
Cowardice suited him.
It had nothing to do with being a vampire—
he just bullied the weak and feared the strong.
Victoria wouldn't hear it:
"No! I'll rip that little bitch's pretty fingers off one by one!
I'll dig out her heart and smear her brains on the wall!"
Electrocution had not improved her mood.
One wanted to retreat.
One wanted to kill.
The final decision fell on James—
the coldest, bloodthirstiest of the three.
He licked his lips.
His narrow red eyes gleamed.
"What a delightful prey… Even if you two refuse, I'm going after her.
I'm dying of boredom."