We sat in silence.
In the original novel, my name was – the cold, beautiful villain. The male god everyone loved to hate. I had sharp cheekbones, a silver tongue, and a destiny carved in tragedy. I was written to lose. To kneel. To die in chapter 287 so the hero could cry prettily over my body for exactly three paragraphs before moving on.
I remembered dying.
On the screen, before it went black, one final line appeared—not from the author, not from the system.
He stared at me. “You mean… the story?” xuyen thanh nam the phao hoi cua nhan vat phan dien ebook
“We burn it,” I said. “All of it.”
Not heroically. Not even villainously. Just... forgotten. We sat in silence
I froze.
Then the stage lights blazed on. And standing at the edge of the spotlight was – the hero, Hải Đông. Young, golden, righteous. His sword pointed at my throat, but his eyes… his eyes were wet. I had sharp cheekbones, a silver tongue, and
Then Hải Đông reached out and touched the silver thread on my wrist. It snapped.
I looked down at my palm. A glowing line of text appeared, burned into my skin: "You are the villain. You have died 6 times. Survival probability this loop: 0.3%. Would you like to read comments from the previous timeline?" I pressed my thumb to the text.