I transmigrated into a tragic novel and became the shared replacement for seven deranged princes.
The eldest prince is as gentle as jade, but transforms into a tyrant on the night of the full moon. The third prince is consumed by obsession and claims fragments of his beloved’s soul are hidden inside me. The fourth prince has antisocial personality disorder and treats tormenting me like a game. The fifth prince locks me in a dungeon and forces me to play his dead wife…
They all mistake me for their dead first love. They imprison me, claim me for themselves, and tear me apart.
But they don’t know that my face is their greatest weakness.
Then I get my hands on the jade pendant left behind by their beloved. Engraved on it are the words “Project Origin.”
So I didn’t transmigrate into a book.
I’m the final card they designed from the start.
I’m not a replacement, and I’m not prey.
I’m the cure for seven madmen, and the only end they’ll ever face.
