From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain?
At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible—drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive—I was inside that very novel.
And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid.
No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro—the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed.
Awesome.
Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva—is on his way to inspect our lands.
I know the plot. I know who dies.
And I’m not planning to go quietly.
Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny—one disastrous choice at a time.

I groaned, eyes cracking open to see Chubby's furry paw mid-air, ready for another hit. His whiskers were twitching in full judgment mode. "You are spreading it so loud! Icepeople were panicking!"


Before I could even process that, another slap landed from the left.


Then—lick. Warm, slobbery, enthusiastic lick. I blinked up. Two heads hovered over me—Raya 1 and Raya 2—both tails wagging, both faces drenched with concern-slash-chaos.


Raya 2: "Or explode! Or explode THEN die!!"


I wiped my cheek with a groan. "I was fighting a giant nose! Why the hell did you wake me up?! I was about to stab that thing in its—"


Chubby again. This time both paws. "Because," he said slowly, as if explaining basic math to a toddler, "you were about to release enough Qi to kill an entire village of Icepeople."


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