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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 172 - Irrational Hate

When I open my eyes again, everything is blurry. I blink for a few times, until finally, everything comes into focus. I am lying on my side and prison bars are in front of me. I am in a dimly lit room, my head is throbbing and I feel disoriented.

As I try to sit up, a sharp pain shoots through my body and I realize that I am injured again.

"Easy now, don't move too much," a voice says from outside the prison.

I turn my head to the sound and see a soldier sitting in a chair outside.

"What happened?" I ask groggily, trying to piece together the previous events. Right, I was being attacked by these same soldiers.

"We tried to kill you, but we failed," the soldier explains, his expression passive. "You were lying underneath the carcass of a monster."

"Who are you?" I demand, glaring at him.

The soldier sighs and rubs his face tiredly before meeting my gaze. "I am Captain Asher Davis of the Northern border gates," he introduces himself.