" today wasn't bad after all writing those bl comics were great, i like writing villains too"
She cross the road while eating a slice of bread, without paying attention at her surroundings ,
*honk*honk*honk*
"Uh!!!!"
The last thing I remembered was the cold kiss of asphalt and the blinding glare of a truck's headlights. One moment, I was Aera, a freelance artist worried about rent and a looming deadline. The next, a sharp, metallic voice echoed in my head, pulling me from the void.
Black a pitch black hole and pain fill her up she try struggling with her strength and pain but couldn't feel anything else moving her eye growing heavy with each passing moment,she heard ambulance sirens coming from afar, she end up shutting her eyes.
"Initializing Soul Integration… Complete "
My eyes fluttered open to a room that was the exact opposite of my tiny, cluttered apartment. Light streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a space fit for a queen. The walls were a creamy ivory, decorated with intricate gold trim. A four-poster bed, draped in silk, dominated the center of the room. I was no longer wearing the worn-out sweatshirt I'd been in before. Now, a delicate silk nightgown clung to my body.
Welcome, User 143. You have successfully transmigrated into the world of the manhwa, 'The Duke's Cursed Bride.' You have been assigned the role of Selena, the villainess sister. Your mission is to follow the plot and ensure the main couple's happy ending.
I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs. A manhwa? A villainess? What in the world was going on? The voice, which I now realized was a System, continued, its tone as sterile and unfeeling as before.
Your status is as follows:
Name: Selena
Age: 18
Affiliation: Marquisate of Valerius
Task: Complete assigned plot points to earn points and avoid negative consequences."
A screen of holographic text appeared before my eyes, floating in the air. It showed a list of my vitals and a series of "tasks" with points assigned to them. The first one was simple: "Attempt to humiliate the female lead at the garden party. Reward: 50 points."
I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. This had to be a dream. A very strange, very vivid dream. I pinched my arm, hard. A sharp, stinging sensation proved it was all too real.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered, my voice sounding foreign in the silent room. "I'm not going to ruin someone's life just because some disembodied voice tells me to."
The System's voice, for the first time, held a hint of steel. "User 143, you have no choice. Failure to comply will result in severe penalties, up to and including permanent deletion of your soul. Your actions are dictated by the plot. Your survival depends on following the rules."
A new line of text flashed on my screen: "Rule #1: The System's rules are absolute."
I was a puppet. A character in a story, controlled by an unseen force. The rules of my second life were simple, brutal, and entirely out of my hands. My new life had just begun, and the first order of business was to find a way to break free from the very thing that had brought me here.