Reborn as the biological heiress everyone online loves to hate, I’m told by the System to swallow my anger and follow the plot?
I turn around and report the System for spreading negativity, accidentally unlocking the unhinged queen skill tree: clap back once, earn points.
During a live variety show, the fake heiress sobs that I bullied her. I play a recording of her stealing my life right there on the spot.
When a top-tier star and movie emperor takes her side, I drop hard evidence that he secretly married and had a child.
The whole internet curses me as evil, so I go live and call the police, helping them raid a troll farm’s headquarters.
My haters break down: “Please, just shut up! Every time we insult you, you expose another industry scandal. At this rate, you’ll uncover the entire entertainment industry!”
Then the male lead of the original story gives me a cold warning to behave. Smiling sweetly, I hold out a microphone:
“I heard you illegally raised thirty billion? Come on, tell us all about it on camera...”
In the corner, one big shot who’s been forced to watch the whole thing quietly puts away our marriage certificate:
“My wife’s so good at exposing people. Surely she wouldn’t mind making our relationship public while she’s at it?”
