Chapters 1
I have a splitting headache.
This was the first feeling Opesha had after regaining consciousness, followed by the soft texture beneath her body. She felt her legs crossed and she seemed to be lying on a soft chair.
White sunlight shone through the half-covered glass window at the back, and a mixture of rusty and vulgar fragrance floated in the air. She frowned unconsciously, and the discomfort became even stronger.
She moaned and opened her eyes with difficulty. What came into view was a European-style but quaint house. Her soft chair was placed by the window, one side of which was blocked by a curtain, so she could not see the whole room.
But where is this?
Wasn't she just browsing novel websites at home?
Opesa frowned and raised her hand to rub her temples.
Before the doubts were answered, I heard sounds that were louder and louder.
It sounded like the cracking of a whip.
"Madam, are you awake?" A shrill female voice sounded in her ears. Opesa was startled and sat up straight.
Standing in front of me was a middle-aged woman in a maid outfit. Her face was pale and her posture was humble, but her triangular eyes were round and she looked very cunning.
Cosplay? Opesa wondered.
When did the audience become so big?
She wanted to speak, but found her throat was too dry to make a sound.
Seeing her frown and silence, the woman assumed the sunlight had disturbed her sweet dream, so she drew the curtains and filled her cup with fruit tea. "That little bastard insisted he didn't knock over the perfume bottle. Do you want to continue resting and wait for me to discipline him, or should you come? I've checked the yard, and the stench isn't from dead livestock... By the way, Anastasia and Dusula went to the market and said they'd be back later."
Little bastard? Discipline?
She looked down at herself - she was no longer wearing jeans and a T-shirt, but an ankle-length, high-quality purple dress that perfectly wrapped her well-proportioned and plump figure.
But this is definitely not her dressing style, and it is not something her slightly flat figure can handle.
She felt a chill on her back. She tried to stand up, but she was powerless. She only had enough strength to catch the cup the maid handed her, and her voice was shaky. "...Mirror..." After moistening her throat with tea, she finally managed to utter a faint syllable. Once she spoke, she was surprised to find that the voice was low but elegant, clearly that of a mature woman with a more charming voice, completely different from her own.
Suspicion arose in her mind, but as an adult with common sense, she would never believe it was true.
It wasn't until the maid handed over the small mirror that Opesha was forced to face the truth.
The woman in the mirror was about twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with long, curly brown hair braided into a pigtail. Her face was delicate and three-dimensional, angular yet graceful. Her red lips, slightly parted in shock, added a touch of liveliness. Most captivating of all were her purple eyes, sparkling like a washed gem, captivating and captivating.
Opesha was confused.
This is not her! Who is this?
【System activated】
Suddenly, a mechanical and cold voice appeared in my mind.
The Viciousness system has been linked. You have entered the restricted story world and acquired the identity of Vicious Stepmother Lady Opesa. Please complete the main storyline to increase the protagonist's Darkness value.
Evil stepmother...Opesha?
Opesa couldn't help but frown. Isn't this... the villain from the fan fiction she just read?
Did she really travel through time?
She pinched herself hard. It hurt. It wasn't a dream.
Is this real? She looked down at her hands. They were still shaking, and the trembling felt very real.
[Host, please note, please maintain your character and do not reveal your identity]
She hadn't even read the article carefully yet, but the situation was truly terrible.
Without time to think about it, Opesa quickly thought of the "little bastard" the maid had called out. She immediately threw the mirror away and asked the maid anxiously, "Where's Sinderel?"
Sinderel is the protagonist of this article. She is a typical "Cinderella" character who has been bullied by her vicious stepmother and stepsister in the early stages.
She knew the nature of this type of time-travel literature. Although the original owner was vicious, she was not the original owner. Perhaps she could use love to influence the protagonist, reduce hatred and increase favorability.
If you can follow this routine, passing the level might be easy.
The maid was a little confused by her sudden surprise and said puzzledly: "She... is in the room."
Room?
Opesa's attention returned to the curtain that obscured the scene. Just as she was about to ask the maid to draw it aside, she caught a glimpse of the blood-stained whip hidden in the maid's apron. She swallowed hard and asked, breathlessly, "How is the person?"
He won’t be beaten to death, right?
Fortunately, the maid responded: "I will punish her by making her kneel for a long time. She can stand up when she admits her mistake."
Opesa breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, as long as she was alive, it was good. She waved her hand and said, "Draw the curtain."
The maid drew aside the curtain, and Opesa looked up—
Ahead, a blond figure knelt on the ground, his linen shirt ripped to shreds. His pale skin was streaked with shocking bloodstains, and even white tissue was visible through the wounds. His thin body trembled uncontrollably from the excruciating pain, yet he stubbornly refused to bow his head.
Opesa had never seen anyone so beautiful in her life.
That was the protagonist, Sinderel. Even in her disgraceful state, her beauty couldn't be concealed. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her an angel, as if all the beauty in the world were gathered in her. But those emerald eyes, as clear as the blue sky, now stared at Opessa with a sinister gaze, like a venomous snake, eager to bite her to death.
Opesha was horrified by the look on her face.
Although it was a fan fiction, this was definitely not the protagonist she had in mind.
Because the plot of this novel was too exaggerated and cruel for the sake of cruelty, she only glanced at it twice and clicked to close it. She only remembered that this world was created by the gap between two hostile angels, and the protagonist was the product of the angels' anger in order to prove their truth. His experience was similar to Cinderella, but it was not entirely a derivative of Cinderella.
The villains tortured the protagonist like crazy. Even if she didn't see the end, she could basically imagine her own ending.
Opesha broke out in a cold sweat.
If the protagonist really holds a grudge, she will probably be dead before the end, and even her body may not be intact.
Thinking of this, Opesa felt that her future was full of difficulties and she could see the end at a glance.
While she was still racking her brains on how to escape unscathed and escape reality, the maid beside her was enraged by Sinderel's gaze and kicked her in the face: "You beast, who told you to stare at the lady like that!"
Sinderel was kicked to the ground, the blood clots on her body cracked, and blood flowed out again, staining her clothes red, but she remained silent, her eyes still staring straight at Opesha. The maid cursed and kicked her, and finally raised the whip to hit her. Opesha was so scared that her hair stood on end, and she immediately stopped her: "Stop, stop hitting!"
The maid heard the order and quickly stopped. The whip hit the ground beside Xindrel. Her wrinkled face was full of confusion. She looked back at Opesha and said, "Madam? You said that if she doesn't accept it, you can continue to beat her."
Opesa was about to say something when the mechanical voice in her head suddenly sounded an alarm:
[Warning, behavior deviates from the character setting, viciousness value -10! ]
[System Tips: If the malice value is too low, the memory will be cleared and left in this world, please pay attention]
[Malice value is too low]
[Please choose to accept the task to increase the viciousness value] [Yes] [No]
A sudden feeling of softness spread throughout her body, and Opesa was completely dumbfounded.
She just said one sentence, and her viciousness value turned negative?
But what made her even more desperate was that she had to follow the character settings and could not rely on the Virgin Mary to save herself.
The CPU is fried, what should she do?
If she can't rely on the Virgin Mary's influence, how can she resolve her bad end?
Moreover, this system also has a punishment mechanism, which is simply pushing her into the fire pit.
Before you even understand the rules of this world, you're faced with the difficult decision of survival or destruction.
Either accept the mission and maintain your character, or be wiped out of existence.
This vicious system was indeed tricky, forcing her to choose the former.
Opesha gritted her teeth and chose to accept it.
There was no other way. In order to get home alive, she had to do this.
She is not a saint and it is impossible for her to sacrifice herself to save others, not to mention that this is a world that she is not sure whether it really exists.
Opesa frowned, feeling uncomfortable. She forced herself to remain calm and said, "Yes, because I wanted to ask her in person. A stubborn child definitely needs a mother's guidance."
After choosing to accept the task, the physical discomfort immediately disappeared, and the system began to automatically match the task.
The maid agreed and then left the room.
The room was silent, with only Opesa and the bruised Sinderel left. Opesa pursed her lips, stood up and wanted to check Sinderel's injuries, but as soon as she stood up, Sinderel suddenly retreated like a frightened little animal, and his back hit the cabinet heavily, making a loud noise.
"...Don't come over." She heard Cinderella gritting her teeth. The voice was as hoarse as that of a withered old man, full of vigilance and hatred.
I just wanted to check on your injuries. Before I could even finish my words, alarms started going off in my head.
【Warning, behavior deviates from the character setting! 】
Damn it, I can't even do a good thing. Her headache hadn't subsided yet, so Opesa could only suppress the discomfort and sit down again. She picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and took a bite, racking her brains for harsh words. "What an embarrassing look! I haven't done anything yet."
She said that, but inside she was panicking. She had to find a way to treat Sinderel's injuries. If the protagonist got tetanus and died, she would probably be dead. After all, a story world couldn't continue without the protagonist.
But the system didn't give her time to think, the mechanical voice sounded again:
[Obtain the task: Throw the apple, let it pick it up, and get a kiss. Complete it to get 15 vicious points]
Opesha:?
She stared at the apple in her hand, and suddenly felt that the apple in her mouth had lost its sweetness.
After humiliating someone, you have to make them kiss you? What kind of weird task is this?
Opesa's expression froze, and she could only chew on her apple to mask her awkwardness. This was clearly observed by Sinderel, who knelt on the ground, looking at her coldly. "What other tricks are you up to? Rubbing salt into my wounds like last time, while you say you love me, or making me rub my palm like a dog?" He tilted his head slightly. "Or are you going to sell me off to pay off your debts?"
Opesa was stunned by what she heard, and her chewing movements became a little stiff.
What a mess!
Only then did she remember the restricted label on this book.
It seemed that she had entered an extraordinary world.
This protagonist seemed to hold a grudge. She was about to say she was afraid of even crushing an ant, but the system in her head warned her again, forcing her to swallow her words.
Thinking of the various methods of execution in the Middle Ages, such as being locked in a wooden barrel filled with iron nails and dragged by a horse, being tied up in the desert with rotten meat hanging all over the body and left to be eaten by eagles... her despair became even greater.
She absolutely did not want to die here.
The original owner was extremely vicious to the protagonist, and now she is bound to such a system. She can only exploit loopholes as much as possible to reduce the hatred value and get a relatively better ending, such as exile, so that she can at least save her life.
It's a dead end, so why not live longer and try your best? Opesa sighed resignedly and loosened her grip on the apple.
The bright red apple fell from his palm, bounced on the floor, and rolled to Sinderel's feet.
Opesa sat on the soft chair, blocking the sunlight from the window. Her shadow was stretched extremely long by the light, swallowing up Sinderel who was curled up at her feet and the bitten apple.
"Why not?" She tried to recall the villains in the movies and TV shows she'd seen, crossing her legs and swaying slowly. Her slender white hand supported her chin, her narrow, slanted eyes glaring down condescendingly, a contemptuous smile playing on her red lips. Her tone was nonchalant, "You should live up to your reputation."
She giggled, tucked her hair behind her ears, and looked at Sinderel lying on the ground with innocent purple eyes: "This is my apple of pity for you. Pick it up and eat it, and I will reward you with the opportunity to treat your wound."
Although she pretended to be calm, Opesa's palms were already sweating.
She had never been so difficult to others. In the past, she had always been a good person who liked to keep things peaceful. Even if she encountered trouble, she would bow her head and avoid it first.
This was the best solution she could think of. It not only met the mission requirements but also gave Sinderel the opportunity to treat his wounds.
The system didn't sound an alarm, so it seemed she had successfully exploited a loophole. Opesa was delighted. As long as there was a chance to exploit a loophole, she could use it to reduce some of the hatred value and avoid such an ugly death.
She was still smiling, but Sinderel in front of her didn't move, just looked at her coldly. His face, shrouded in shadow, was as gloomy as the night, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
This murderous intent surged like a surging undercurrent. Even though the master's face was as gloomy as water, Opesa could still sense the intense hatred within. She felt a little guilty, her lips dry with fear, but she still tried to control her expression and threw the fruit plate at him in displeasure. "What? You're rejecting my gift?"
She controlled the direction and the fruit plate hit the cabinet behind Sinderel. The vase on the cabinet was knocked down and shattered into pieces on the ground. The fruits were scattered and some hit Sinderel's head.
Seeing Sinderel's face grow darker, Opesa could only muster up the courage to lean forward, her brows slightly furrowed, and she kept trying to find a reason to make Sinderel obey her. "My dear girl, you must know that this house belongs to me now. If you want to keep it, you must listen to your mother."
She remembered that the protagonist attached great importance to the home where she grew up, and it was for this reason that she was willing to always obey her stepmother. She wanted to protect her only pure land.
Opesha was extremely panicked, but she had no choice but to gamble.
As soon as he finished speaking, Sinderel's expression finally melted away a little.
It worked! Opesa breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was still in her throat. She continued to use this flaw to pretend to have suddenly realized something: "Oh... So you don't want this manor anymore, that's great. This house seems to be in my name. Can I sell it and live in the city, dear?"
"..." Xindrel didn't say anything, but his eyes became colder and colder.
Opesa smiled, sitting up straight and holding out a hand, as if calling a puppy. "Come, dear, pick up the apple and return it to Mother. I can forgive you, and maybe, if I'm in a good mood, I'll even give you the house. Oh, and all your animal friends… Today I was just thinking about eating goose. Poor Mr. Goose is probably waiting for death in the kitchen right now—it must taste delicious if you raised it with your own hands." She narrowed her eyes deliberately, as if savoring something delicious. She hadn't forgotten the latter task, so she added, "Don't forget to kiss my hand and thank me for this gift."
After saying this, Opesa tried to steady her breathing and observed Sinderel's movements.
Sinderel was still kneeling on the ground, his dim eyes lowered to the apple.
The hand that hid the fragment tightened, leaving blood marks.
The bite marks on the apple were very fresh, and it was obvious that the woman had a small mouth and had only taken a small bite.
Sinderel wanted to tear her eloquent mouth open, stuff the whole apple into her mouth, and watch her fall to the ground in despair and beg for mercy.
But the woman was right. She was controlled by others and had not yet achieved what she wanted, so she could only endure the humiliation and accept it.
Then he moved slowly, bent down, opened his mouth and bit the apple.
Opesa's throat rolled as she watched Sinderel crawling towards her little by little. The red apple flickered, passing through the light and shadow, and finally arrived in front of her.
Her heart pounding, the apple gradually moved up until it was at the same level as her hand.
Golden hair brushed softly against her palm, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. From above, Sinderel looked like a well-behaved, harmless pet. His slightly pale, thin face, cradled in her hand, held a sickly, frail beauty that was nonetheless breathtaking. Her fingers touched Sinderelel's chin again, but it felt not soft, but hard, bony.
The pair of blue eyes stared at her closely, as if bewitching her, and she actually had the urge to touch Sinderel.
Opesa was lost in thought until she felt a cool, round touch on her palm.
Sinderel lowered his head and placed a kiss on her fingertips.
[Mission successful, gain 15 malicious points]
The kiss was as light as a feather - but that was just the beginning. Suddenly, her fingertips were bitten hard by the other party, and the pain came instantly.
Opesa groaned, and hearing her cry of pain, the other party bit even harder, almost biting her fingers off.
It hurt so much that she almost cried out, but Opesa felt relieved. She endured the pain, gritted her teeth, stretched out her other hand, tremblingly covered his head, and gently stroked it.
"That's the way it is." She pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile, her voice very light, her red lips slightly pursed. "This is how you should bite back when faced with injustice, otherwise this game will be no fun. I don't want to share a room with a useless loser who can't resist. I want you to live and watch how I destroy your paradise. If you want to resist, then come on, God will not let a person who allows himself to be destroyed enter heaven."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly felt the strength of biting her hand loosen a little, while the blonde girl's face was still cold, but her eyes were full of suspicion, as if she had seen something dirty.
Opesha pulled her hand back forcefully, threw a handkerchief over, and her expression returned to its original arrogant look.
"Go take care of yourself, but don't get sick and infect me. This time, I'll punish you by making you mop the entire floor of your house. Remember, only use cold water."
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