Zhao Ning traveled into the Three Thousand Worlds and was bound to the most deceptive system - the villain simulator.
Start:
System: "You are the most vicious female supporting character who overestimates your capabilities, the kind who seizes opportunities, cuts off friendships, bears infamy... And puts yourself on the road to death with your own hands."
System: "As long as you complete the task well, your wish will come true."
Later:
The male protagonists in each world, and even the protagonist group, all went crazy after her death.
The system was confused: "How could this happen? It was all done as required."
World One:
She took away her junior brother's natal sword and looked at him coldly: "You are not worthy of this sword."
Later, the junior brother became a sword master and destroyed the three realms just to find a trace of her remaining soul. He knelt down where she disappeared, holding the sword that she had touched, his eyes red:
"I was wrong... Come back and I will return the sword to you. Just come back, okay?"
World 2:
She took advantage of the young emperor and played with him as a puppet: "Your Majesty, you are just a decoration."
On the day when the young emperor took charge, he knelt in front of her grave holding the jade seal, his voice was as hoarse as if he had cried:
"You will share half of my kingdom... You come back and sit down, and I will be your puppet, okay?"
World Three:
She was nailed to the punishment pillar of God, and thousands of people reviled her as a traitor and a sinner who destroyed the idols of God.
On the day Ragnarok fell, the survivors knelt in the ruins and finally understood the truth:
"She destroyed the statues so that we would no longer live on our knees..."
But her grave was already covered with weeds.
Zhao Ning travels through thousands of scripts, but the ending is always to die alone, with a determined back.
But she still didn't understand:
She was clearly playing a vicious villain, so why every time she turned around, she saw the protagonist with scarlet eyes, frantically trying to grab the hem of her clothes that was getting colder?
Why did every dead end she paved end up...
At the top of their hearts, is it difficult to reconcile the white moonlight and thoughts that they dare not say but will never forget until death?
#She's really just here to be the villain #But they all conquered themselves #Why do they feel more distressed the more vicious I am #Who is hurting in this BE aesthetic #It's probably me, after all, it's me who dies every time
Intention: Use your body as a candle to illuminate the eternal night.
