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The Hundred Years Villainess

"Luck and gifts you will have it all. Everything you desire and put your mind on. But that one craving, you will never own. As fate and the gods will collude to derail your goal." Lyrica was ecstatic when she found out that after finishing a reverse harem royal romance novel, she woke up in the body of her favorite character who shares the same name as her! Even more so when she met face to face with her adored (bias) character--the attractive General Calais Parcell! However, soon, she finds out that every human in the new world hates her even without a valid reason! Not one, not even her own parents and siblings! Being loved and well-liked by everyone in her previous life, watch her struggle in this new world where everyone hates and wants to kill her! Snippets: “You should be ashamed of yourself, Calais! Have you ever... Have you ever taken a look inside of you and wondered what kind of person you are?!” “No, Lyrica. I can see how you look at me, and I know that I am not that bad after all.” "But all I see is a charming mask! And no matter how beguiling that lovely mask looks, once you take that off, inside, you are still what you are, someone hollow and empty, with no principles other than what other people project on you!"

Scintillate09 · Fantasy
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Chapter 170 - Forgotten Voices

'Wake up, Lyrica. You need to wake up.'

It sounds like a familiar voice, but a voice that I cannot place a face on. It feels like some long forgotten person, but I am sure I have not forgotten anyone important. Heck, Calais even stirs me even after all the things he has done against me.

"Lyrica! You should wake up!"

I bolt upright from sleep. It's as if my body is awake even before my consciousness is — which is weird. I glance at my amulet. It's still there, my magic is still nullified, so what is that voice? A warning, perhaps?

I look around the room. It's eerily quiet. Calais is sleeping soundly on the other bed, his face looking peaceful in his sleep. The room is clean and tidy too, but there is some kind of mist seeping through the cracks of the door.

I get up from the bed and move towards Calais. I touch his shoulders and shake him.

"Hmmm," he mumbles in his sleep.