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Have mercy on this poor soul

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What will you do?if you will be thrown into the world of your favourite novel and give you permission to fully operate your character. Olivia Anders got thrown into her favourite novel ‘Sword Master of Shizun’ but she got the character which she kinda disliked.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

"Today was a mock test, and I fucked up. It's not my fault; I literally slept for like two hours. I got so engrossed in this novel. The ending got me thinking, "Why did they kill my favorite character?"

Olivia said while peeling an apple. She gave a slice to a girl similar to her age lying on the hospital bed. That girl had a bob cut with bangs. In addition, her doe eyes were giving her that cute anime-girl look.

She munched on that slice and said, "I also liked the story, but MFL kind of sucked. She was so obnoxious running behind boys. She really made my boy Evender dirty. I really hate her. I…"

"Don't you dare insult my girl, Sophie. That's not her fault that Evenders like her." Olivia cut Sophie.

She added, "She is so beautiful, so innocent, so…"

Sophie covered her ears. "No, please don't torment me. I am sorry for insulting your favorite; I am wrong, your majesty."

They chatted for a few more minutes. The sun was about to set. Olivia got up and pressed her lips on Sophie's forehead and said in a low voice, "Get well soon. I am waiting for you."

Olivia's eyes snapped open. The first thing she saw was a small blue screen that popped up from the thin air (Hello player, welcome to the world of 'Sword Master of Shuzin'). You are allowed to operate your character thoroughly. Your character name is Jean Moonstone of Ursa.

Word of warning: if you die here, your soul will be back in your original body.

So if you want to go back, just die.

Have a nice journey.

"What was that?" Olivia thought to herself.

The blue screen absurdly disappeared; Olivia dazedly looked up at the room where she was lying. It was someone's bedroom. The bedroom was medieval style. The room had an almirah and a humble study table. It was small but comfortable for one person.

She scrutinized the room for a few minutes, and suddenly there was knocking on the door. She got up and moved towards the door with light footsteps. Her heart was beating so hard as if it would come out of her chest.

Olivia opened the door with a heavy sigh.

There was a boy standing, holding two books in his hands. Black hair with slight curls, round blue eyes, and heart-shaped lips. There was a slight cut on the right side of forehead,head but that was giving him a more ferocious look rather than a sweet, innocent one. He had a sword hanging around his waist.

The first thing that came in her mind was ,

So handsome

"You okay?" the boy asked calmly.

Olivia perplexed, "Huh?"

"It looks like you are okay; why did you do that?"

Hot sweat ran down her spine; her palm started sweating and freezing.

Did I murder someone? No, that is a worst-case scenario.

"Do what?"

"Did Evender hit you in the head? That fucker…sigh, I can't even do anything. That was clearly your fault; you shouldn't have provoked him. Oh, these are today's notes. I made these for you; all you have to do is memorize them." He extended his arm towards Olivia and gave those books to her.

"Thank you", Olivia said in a low voice.

Even though I don't know you well, brother, this is a very good gesture.

"Can't I do such a small thing for my younger brother? Huh?"

Oh, younger brother, huh?

"Now go inside and rest; I'm going to go." Saying that, he left.

Olivia stood there where she was for a good while

And then reality hit her harder than a rock.

She got transmigrated into the novel she used to read but

How?

Why?

She didn't even get by any damn truck, like those white ones.

She silently closed the door, went back to the bed, closed her eyes, and slept again.

After few hours,

Olivia lazily opened her eyes, but nothing changed. She was still in that foreign room.

So it wasn't a dream.

Damn

Olivia got up and scrutinized the room. A sword was placed beside her on the bed; the word "moon" was engraved on the blue-colored hilt of the sword. There was no bathroom attached to the room. The room itself was very small and simple. There were 7 to 8 sets of clothes of the exact pattern in the almirah.

Now I know why those animated characters never change their clothes.

There were few books and papers scattered on the table.

There was also something on the study table that caught her eyes.

A hand mirror

She inhaled a deep breath and picked up the mirror. A very unfamiliar image was reflected in the mirror. An image of a boy. Blue eyes, black hair,

Bangs were covering his forehead, his face rather feminine for a boy.

So this is Jean Moonstone, average.

Wait, why am I talking like I used to look like an A-list actress?

Now the main point is how I got here. If I think correctly, I read the last chapter of the novel before bed and slept, but when I woke up, I was here.

Should I go back?

But the system made it very clear how to go back, though.

I don't want to experience death.

But if I choose to play this weird game of whatever, I will have to live like this character.

And then the real problem is I have got this obnoxious side character.

I dislike him so much. Did I say 'him'?

Her

He is her.

Fuck

I don't want to pretend to be like a boy.

If the character were biologically male, then things could have been different.

This Jean Moonstone is biologically female and is pretending to be a male. No one knows about it except her mother, Kuu Moonstone. Even her elder brother, Asher Moonstone, doesn't know with whom she grew up.

Fuck

On top of that, she is a side villain who will later kill her brother Asher Moonstone out of envy, who is the best friend of our overpowered MC, Isen Ryder.

It's like digging your own grave.

Only if I transmigrated into the body MC or female lead Ciana Aldo

Things could have been much easier.

Why did I got this fucked-up character?

At last Olivia decided to go outside and take a look.

The corridor was enormous. There were ten rooms on each side of the corridor.

All of a sudden an arm wrapped around her neck.

"Looks like you are in better condition now, you prick," someone said in a husky voice near her ear.

Subconsciously, Olivia grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. "Who is the prick? how dare you touch me like that!"

"What are you doing, Jean? Are you out of your mind?" the boy nearly cried.

Fuck