The day I transmigrated into the role of a villainess, a visibility bar appeared above my head.
3%. My body started turning transparent. If no one looked at me, I’d die.
What could I do? Steal the spotlight, of course.
When others danced, I flipped the table. When others wept, I exposed their secrets. When the original heroine was supposed to be sold to a brothel, I charged to the entrance and shouted, “No need to tie me up. I’ll go in myself!”
The whole city called me crazy, but their insults kept me alive.
Later, I turned my reputation into a business and rumors into weapons, making my way all the way to the women’s academy.
They wanted a spectacle. I was determined to become someone they couldn’t afford to provoke.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
