I Transmigrated into an Otome Game and Got a Happy Ending with the Evil God

Mia played an otome game where every romanceable character was messed up. One wrong move and they would turn dark, leading to a bad ending.

But that was no problem for her. She spent a whole day grinding through the routes for the God of Light, the Elf King, the High Priest, and the Knight Commander.

[Congratulations! You have unlocked a hidden route. Loading...]

The hidden romanceable character was a nameless evil god. Mia got stuck on his route and couldn't get past it. She reached dozens of bad endings, each with a different gruesome death.

When she woke up, she had entered the game. The System told her that if she successfully won over just one character, she could return to her original world.

Remembering all those bad-ending scenes, Mia shuddered and decided to pursue the relatively gentle and normal God of Light, just to keep herself alive.

She infiltrated the temple and worked her way up to becoming a Saintess. After countless trials, she finally completed her mission and won over the God of Light.

Before leaving the game, she prayed to the God of Light, intending to say goodbye.

However...

The voice that answered her prayer belonged to the evil god.

Mia: !

She suddenly realized that the evil god's affection had reached 99.99%, but it refused to go up by even the tiniest fraction.

"I'm afraid you've been pursuing me all along. The noble, holy god in your heart was devoured by me long ago."

His low, refined voice held delight and malice. Deep in the black-haired, golden-eyed evil god's eyes, his dark possessiveness was impossible to hide.

Mia remembered the game's bad endings, then remembered he was a yandere, and ran without looking back.

An endless flood of tentacles surged out of the darkness and blocked her way.

The pale, beautiful god rested a hand on her shoulder and bowed slightly. Behind him, his profane tentacles writhed, yet his posture was as elegant as a nobleman's.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I have just one little request."

"Please don't leave my side."

Forthcoming novel: "The Difficult Female Side Character Faked Her Death and Ran Away"

Vivian had transmigrated into a Western fantasy comic. Then she suddenly remembered that her loyal knight would grow up to become a mad tyrant.

At the time, she was diligently maintaining her villainous persona, with the other end of the rope in her hand fastened to his collar.

His golden hair was a mess, and a streak of blood marked his cheek. A dark-gold emblem of the God of Light was imprinted on his well-defined chest, proof that he was descended from a god and destined to become a villain.

Thinking of all the things she'd done to him, Vivian decided she'd be doomed once he took the throne. She abandoned even her identity as a nobleman's daughter and fled under the cover of night, faking her death.

She went to the border of the empire and lived in obscurity. Her life was fairly peaceful.

One day, a traveling bard passed through and played a song about him.

The wandering child of divine blood had now been crowned king, and his glory was sung across the continent.

Everyone knew that His Majesty the Emperor had no interest in women and kept an irreplaceable white moonlight in his heart. She was gentle and kind, and had saved him when he was down on his luck. She was the warm light in his dark nights.

Her name was Vivian, the very embodiment of everything good.

Vivian: That's not me! I didn't do that! Stop making things up!

Later, when beastmen invaded the empire's borders, Vivian hid among the ruins, trembling.

A stone above her shifted. Thinking it was a beastman, she clutched her shoulders in terror.

But what came into view was a long, strong hand, and a pair of deep, stern eyes that seemed strangely familiar.

The handsome, tall knight lifted the frail girl in one arm and held a sword in the other. His crimson cloak billowed behind him.

Wherever his blade passed, the beastmen blocking his way fell one after another.

"My Empress, I've come to take you home."

"I'm not your Empress..." Vivian murmured, curled up in the knight's arms.

He lowered his eyes and gazed at her devoutly. His deep voice could not hide its tenderness. "My lady, will you come home with me?"

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