Top Assassin with Superpowers Reborn novel Chapter 2

The underground fight pit reeked of blood and sweat. This was a lawless corner of the world—where rules meant nothing, and anything went.
Beneath the main arena, a cage sat in the shadows. It was dark and damp. A dozen men and women were crammed inside. They were treated like animals. Their eyes were empty. There was no life left in them.
They had been brought here from all over. Sold by traffickers. Their fate was already sealed. They would be beaten to death. All for the amusement of a wealthy, twisted audience.
This pit existed for a simple reason. To satisfy the cravings of sick minds. Some messed-up people got their kicks hurting animals. Others, even worse, needed to hurt people. This place was for them.
Once you were sold here, you never left. You might get beaten to death by some rich guy. You might be forced to fight another prisoner. The match only ended when one of you stopped breathing. Or, you could be thrown into the ring with a professional fighter, just for their sport. However it happened, you died.
It was a savage place. A brutal, modern coliseum.
Inside the cage, in a dark corner, a woman lay on the cold floor. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her body was covered in blood. She wasn't moving and looked dead.
No one around her paid any attention. When they'd dragged her in, her legs were already shattered. Whether she lived or died wasn't their problem.
Suddenly, the girl on the floor twitched. Her lips moved. Then, her heavy eyelids flew open. Her pair of eerie double pupils burned with a crazy, hungry light.
<i>I came back?</i>
Even for a top assassin, this was strange. The thought shook her for a single second. But that was all. She quickly steadied her mind and accepted it.
"Heh. Seems like I'm not meant to die." A vicious smile touched her lips. "Asura. Poppy. You traitors better hide. I'll turn you into museum pieces."
Pure hatred burned in her eyes.
"Haha..."
She let out a manic laugh. It was arrogant, gave people the heebie-jeebies, and made their skin crawl.
The others in the cage saw her move. They thought she'd come back from the dead. They scrambled away, pressing themselves into the far wall.
"Margaret Tucker?" She sifted through the memories. "Not a bad name. From now on, I'm Margaret."
Once, she only had a title—but in this instant, she had a name that was truly hers.
"Hiss—"
Margaret tried to move her hands and feet. She tried to push herself up. A sharp, tearing pain shot through her. Her limbs were broken. Shattered on purpose, it felt like.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
But even with the pain, her face showed no suffering. Instead, she looked excited. A feverish, almost sick glow came to her cheeks.
She could smell blood in the air. It made her heart race.
She could also feel it—a deep, bitter hatred that had festered in this body.
"We're the same," she whispered. "Both betrayed by those we trusted. Since I'm using your body now, your enemies are mine. I'll settle your debt."
As she finished speaking, the last bit of resentment clinging to the body seemed to fade. The world's top assassin, Reaper, was truly gone. In her place was the girl named Margaret Tucker.
Whether for the original owner's revenge or her own, the first step was the same: survive and get out.
Her limbs were broken. She was losing blood. If she didn't do something, she'd pass out. And then she'd die. For good this time.
She needed to heal herself.
A strange light flickered deep in her pupils. "Superpower—healing!"
Then, something incredible happened. Her body began to fix itself. The broken bones knitted back together. The torn flesh closed up. In moments, her limbs were whole again, as good as new.
Margaret narrowed her eyes. So, her superpowers had come with her!
The reason she could become the world's only SSSSS-ranked assassin at just 18—feared far and wide, known as Reaper—was that she had more than one superpower.
Once her body was whole, Margaret pushed off the cold floor.
She sat back against the wall, resting. She crossed her legs casually. Her posture was relaxed, but it radiated a cold, unshakable confidence.
The change in her aura was sudden and intense. The people nearby shrank back even further, giving her a wide berth.
Margaret's eyes scanned the cage and the area beyond. She was already working on a way to break free.
From the memories she now owned, this was an underground fight pit. A beast arena, plain and simple.
She didn't feel scared. Not at all. A thrill ran through her. Her eyes lit up with a dangerous gleam.
She felt pumped. Her fingers tingled. She wanted to fight and kill. She wanted to smell fresh, warm blood...
She was like a beast, starved for too long, finally catching the scent of its prey...