I was the villain’s wife. The one who died young, his one true love.
Ten years after my death, a System resurrected me.
My mission: to redeem him, now that he had fallen into darkness.
But I had lost all my memories.
So when I saw the villain from a distance, before I could even get close, his men threw me out.
As I lay crumpled on the ground, a phantom comment feed flickered into existence before my eyes.
[Here we go again. I’ve lost count of how many have come to ‘save‘ the villain.]
[For years,
the System has been sending countless replacements to placate him, terrified he’ll destroy this world.]
[Some looked just like his dead wife, some had her exact personality, some even came armed with all her memories…]
[But every single one of them failed.]
[How long will this one, this completely unremarkable one, even last?]
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When the System brought me into this world, the villain threatening its very stability was already thirty–four years old, with a ten–year–old son.
1, on the other hand, had just from a long slumber.
I knew nothing. I remembered nothing.
All I knew was that my name was Nora, and I was twenty–three years old.
The System had just told me that much.
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Beyond that, it had given me a thousand warnings about the villain, about how dangerous he was. It begged me not to be like the candidates who came before me, who’d lost their lives the moment they arrived.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long time.
The System told me the villain’s name was Reik Thorne, a man who stood at the absolute pinnacle of wealth and power. He was cruel and ruthless, a ferocious, temperamental beast. The only shred of humanity he had left was reserved for his young son.
“I don’t see anything special about myself,” I murmured. “Nothing that would make a man like that give
The System watched me in silence.
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After a long pause, it spoke, its tone heavy with meaning. “You’re the last chance. If even you can’t do it=”
It cut itself off, its voice, firming with resolve. “No. You have to be the one.
