The day Chu Zhaozhao transmigrated into the body of a notorious good-for-nothing princess, she became bound to the “Bad Reputation” System.
Mission: Become the capital's number one villainess within thirty days, or fart on the spot and die from the blast.
Chu Zhaozhao grinned. How hard could it be to be a villain?
But the plot went completely off the rails:
She snatched a child's sugar figurine, and the vendor knelt to thank her as a “generous benefactor.”
She trashed a rival's shop, and the shopkeeper begged her to “come by again.”
She poisoned someone, and the imperial chef took the recipe to apply for a “healthy medicinal cuisine patent.”
Even the most notorious assassin organization in the martial world came to see her, not to kill her, but to present her with its “Best Customer of the Year” award.
The prince, munching on melon seeds, asked with a smile, “Daughter, are you sure you're trying to do evil?”
Chu Zhaozhao looked at the Bad Reputation points in her System, which had gone down instead of up, and fell into deep thought.
Then a barbarian army appeared at the city gates, and the ministers of the court knelt and begged Chu Zhaozhao to “go to war for the nation.”
The System suddenly chimed:
“Ultimate mission: Save the world.”
“Reward: None.”
“Punishment: None.”
Chu Zhaozhao turned to Chu Qian.
“Father, should I keep being a villainess... or just turn this whole world into my own villain's playground?”
Chu Qian slowly finished munching his last melon seed.
“What's the difference? Whenever you flip the table, everyone else ends up paying the bill!”
