The Villainess Thinks They're Not Good Enough [Quick Transmigration]

[Blurb]

No one can hurt me.

You pry beneath my skirt, at my toes and the nape of my neck.

I swing a cleaver at you, with blood and liquor.

[This World]

You are the bride chosen by the vampires.

You once fought back, but your father told you to stay quiet, your mother laced up your corset, and your brother said your beauty was the world's only treasure.

In different timelines, you are offered up with a red ribbon to all kinds of powerful men.

You are the alluring beauty in a castle, the caged songbird with shackles around your ankles, a shattered red rose, a secluded forest, a wonder anyone can explore, the sinner responsible for the kingdom's fall.

At last, you tear the bow from your neck.

You begin to think they are unworthy of you.

You load a silver spike into your hunting rifle. Everyone who steps into the castle falls where they stand. Your smile is dazzlingly beautiful, and your pale toes dance across the blood-red carpet.

You pay tribute to death, and to freedom.

[World Two]

You have never heard of an ABO world, so when you transmigrate here, everything fills you with intense curiosity.

This time, you become the empire's princess. Your silver hair shines like the Milky Way. Your people call you and the Imperial General the "Sun and Moon of the Empire." The general is your husband, and he dotes on you as if you were a cat.

The insectoid race invades. The war grows dire, and the empire suffers defeat after defeat.

At the moment when a million soldiers' lives hang in the balance, you raise your staff. Your SSS-level psychic power invades the queen insect's mind, and before all eyes, you strangle her beneath your feet.

"The so-called Sun and Moon of the Empire," you say, lifting your skirt, unstained by a single drop of blood. You turn to look at your husband. "I'm the moon."

[World Three]

This time, you are a young woman forced into a ghost marriage.

The village chief's son has died. The chief buys your life from your parents for three thousand yuan. With the wedding approaching, offerings and paper effigies fill the village entrance. The villagers' faces are numb as they discuss how your life is apparently worth so much.

Before the ceremony, you go into the kitchen and carefully choose a cleaver. Blood stains your wedding dress. You raise your wine cup with a light laugh. "Tonight is a night for family reunions."

[World Four]

[World Five]

[If no one saves me, I'll save myself.]

Theme: Reflect less on yourself and blame other people more