1 Leisure Times Await

A short tanned skin woman flew backward. Her back collided with the ring cables the impact causing her upper body to give out. Her gaze stayed turned upwards as she tried to stand straight.

The woman forced her arms upwards moving the barely working limbs into fists. But her back went against her will causing her to slouch over, whilst she tried to pull her head up to stare at her opponent.

She suddenly became painfully aware of her body weight the feeling causing her already poor defensive stance to weaken.

"Taken pity on me? We both know we can't have that."

She muttered mockingly noticing the hesitance of her newly acquired friend. Their friendship started before the match they both knew the consequences of getting close before this fight but they did anyway.

This is the last match; a battle to the death, whoever wins gets both money and freedom. It was something that both the girls could have declined, but seeing that they are both in the ring means that they had much bigger ambitions.

"It ends here so stop standing there and fight me."

The bruised woman spat her words out with a handful of blood. She fully accepted her defeat, her death to be exact. In all honesty, she couldn't care less it is freedom. It wasn't the freedom of living a life of her own like her opponent was about to do after this match. No, it was the freedom that should give her peace; complete and utter serenity.

She always pictured her death in the ring or a gunfight. Either way, she was happy to oblige to it.

Her eyelids became heavy as she mustered all of her strength in her next blow.

She bounced off the ropes. Pulled her fist back.

And swung.

The ringing in her ears became more apparent.

She contemplated as everything around her turned into blurs.

She suddenly felt a wild rush she got in every fight.

Adrenaline.

She Forced more strength into her arm to swerve getting a better angle on her foe's face.

"Amelia!"

The crowd of her rival's fans howled with glee.

"Camila."

The crowd of her fans roars as if they were in a fight of their own against the voices who shouted the opposing name.

Then...

Everything went in slow motion as the crowd of viewers became louder cheering for their designated victor.

Then suddenly.

everything went quiet.

POW!!!

A loud ringing noise filled her ears as she flew sideways, her consciousness being knocked out of her.

she lost...

Maybe now she can be put to peace.

'In the next life, I will be sure to live as leisurely as possible fuck responsibility and orders I will live for myself.'

×

A pair of jewel gray eyes parted coming in contact with ruby green eyes.

The green orbs belong to a young woman who has an average beauty. The girl is refreshing to look at. Not a hint of makeup is seen on her tan-skinned oval face.

The young woman is currently wearing a simple blue and white dress. It shows elegance but humbleness.

Her long black hair reached her lower back; straightened and tied up by a simple flower clip. It is simple and shows that she knows how to dress fitting her appearance. It was obvious that glamorous clothes with vivid colors didn't fit her face.

A fierce stare is displayed on her face viciously, causing her features to pop. It made her look like a noble knight; Befitting of a heroine.

She held a look that the underground boxer saw in the ring on opponents when they were ready to get hit knowing they will get the last blow. Usually, she gets that look when her tactics are lacking.

So it's a rare sight to her.

She glances around noticing the change of scenery.

A pair of half-lidded phoenix-shaped eyes slanted seeing the fancy interior design of what she could only guess is a palace ballroom, reminding the boxer of the balls she attended as a child.

This ballroom holds much more glamour than the ones in her childhood. The decor of the ballroom is a mix of old England and modern times. The women in the ballroom wearing corsets dresses and the man wearing modern time business suits. The sight gave her a headache.

'Is this a different world?'

Her gaze shifted back towards the unfamiliar girl finally noticing a raised hand in the corner of her left eye, the hand belonging to her. She then looked back to the girl in front of her.

'Oh'

She grimaced, peering closer she finally registered the situation causing her eyebrows to immediately shoot up. But her expression got quickly replaced by a look of confusion and a bit of frustration being unable to lower 'her' hand.

Even before her boxing days slapping someone in a fight or interaction was one of the most disrespectful things you can do. Not only is it disrespectful it is also an untold taboo in the ring as well as in her family. The punishment from doing so afterward was excruciating and long.

She grew to believe that slapping someone was worse than getting spit on. She tortured someone for spitting on her, so you should be able to understand what would happen if she gets slapped.

She reexamined her surroundings unsure of her situation.

'I am supposed to be dead.'

"You 'were'. Indeed dead, but now. We have given you a second chance"

A gruff voice of a male explained, being unable to identify where it was coming from she attempted to turn around but failed horribly.

"You are unable to move. Attempting to do so will only cause fatigue."

'Oh'

The young woman stopped her poor attempts to move. She mentally hummed waiting to obtain more information about her circumstance.

"Do you remember a novel by the name of 'The Villainess Mission To Getting Home?' The story being an adapted novel and a very low recommended story for reincarnation lovers."

She straightened her thoughts out but before she could answer the question a black holographic screen appeared in front of her on the screen was a gorgeous woman. In the picture, she is sitting on a throne with her legs crossed in a beautiful silver runway dress. There are two men in the picture one standing behind the woman with her palm in his hand kissing the back of it. The other male was on one knee holding his body weight up by his sword while he held the girl's other palm lips hovering over the back of it.

Beside the picture is a summary of a story.

'In the body of Ophelia, all she wanted was to go home.'

Her silver orbs darkened reading the first line of the synopsis. She didn't have to read any further.

"I do it was a complete waste of time and money."

She murmured lips crinkling up at the ends, recalling the amount of money she spent on the book. Said money was given to see more of her favorite character who happened to be the second male lead. But he died miserably for the female lead's sake who despised him even after she found out he died for her.

"I dropped the novel midway through, out of frustration. A year later I realized it had a webcomic. Remembering that the story was interesting I read it, but then I understood why I dropped the novel in the first place. So I dropped the webcomic."

She briefly clarified through knitted eyebrows. Hearing the male voice hum in response.

"So I have been reincarnated into 'that' story."

Her knitted brows straightened and darkened eyes lightened.

A subconscious thought made its way to the front of her mind.

'I'll be able to see him.'

"Yes, madame, you are correct."

The male voice praised, his response sounding dull, his naturally deep voice made him sound eerie.

"So what timeline?"

"You are currently at the Emperor's birthday ball."

She rose her eyebrow and sighed.

"So you're telling me, that I am, in a body, that has already been possessed?"

"Yes."

The male stated curtly.

"Release me now."

Her eyes shone brightly with curiosity, gazing at the female in front of her.

"First, there is some basic information I need to inform you of."

"Your new name is Ophelia Winterbourne. The name of the original male lead is Alaric Frederick De Ferdinand who is now the second male lead.

The new male lead's name is Alexander the original female lead is Charlotte who is now the antagonist."

"Okay, so I am Ophelia the male lead is Alexander the antagonist is Charlotte the second male lead is Alaric."

Ophelia clarified.

"Indeed your mission is to get a five-star review."

"Five-star review?"

"The former soul who possessed Ophelia's body has been replaced because she was unable to get a five-star review, from your world. This should help me explain better..."

The male informed as he did comments began to float aimlessly around her.

Her silver orbs locked onto a few that was colored in green, unlike the others.

Miu: Why is this chapter ending like this. She didn't even get to slap her!

IlikeDogs: Ophelia is making the wrong decision in gaining the crown prince's attention. Speaking of which we all know that the crown prince will not be the male lead so why are they teasing us?

Bend-me-over: Ophelia is being stupid and where is Alexander?

Ugh: Oh god, I kind of pity Alaric

GayFor2dMan: I like the original female lead better. Ophelia is stupid regarding female leads of this genre, ignorant, and foolish. She would have been better off taking help from her sister. Having an overwhelming amount of pride isn't always a good thing. It becomes arrogance and arrogance can get you killed and can destroy a perfect personality. The only reason she is still alive is because of the male lead. Who is a bit too much of a Gary Su it's almost as if he needs to have a flaw rather it's good or bad. I just want to see him with an actual personality even if it's a horrible personality I'd like him better.

Seeing the floating lines of criticism Ophelia immediately understood her circumstances. She comprehends her situation, but not wanting to interfere with the system's programmed explanation she stayed quiet.

"I am named Huey, a system that is used to enhance the rating of stories. The author of this story original novel is a God who sought out help from my system. I am controlled by a higher being. Meaning there are more prototypes of me, whom I consider my siblings. But that's beside the point..."

Huey stopped his rant midway his voice trailing off.

"The system as a whole is named the godly editor system, or for short G.E.S. We pick humans who have had terrible lives, and put them in this alternate reality, in hopes to let them live a better much more interesting life."

The male softly explained at a slow pace voice becoming more human as he spoke.

The taste of copper filled Ophelia's mouth as her vision fogged over. The trembling of her lungs caused her originally sealed lips to part, a hoarse chuckle erupting from her unmoving body.

The sound of her voice matched the howling of a late-night desolated battlefield; dead and rotting. It caused the feeling of needles to pierce Huey's nonexistent spine. Inciting his imaginary body to shiver.

"How?"

His voice became unnaturally wary overlapping the monotonous sound of it. The parting of her lips wasn't supposed to happen. It nearly is impossible to move any of your body parts during the time of world pausing. Yet she somehow parted her lips and restarted the moving of her bloodstream and internal organs. It is an astonishing accomplishment and Ophelia knew that. Yet she didn't understand nor did she care.

"My, life..."

The trailing off of Ophelia's dull and empty voice wasn't like the voice of the original character. Despite belonging to the same body it is more like the boxer's original voice; being dull yet arrogant, calm yet demanding, and quiet yet loud. A type of voice that is powerful enough to reach a whole stadium without the need to shout. Most of all it is naturally deep.

"...Was interesting, I also know multiple people who had it worse than me."

Her voice is similar to Huey's; low and soft as well as her speaking pattern that is slow and informative. With a strong monotonous sound to it.

knowing the meaning of her statement, despite it not coming out as a question Huey felt obligated to answer it.

"I don't know."

They both fell silent.

Huey indeed didn't know why she was chosen out of millions of dead, neglected, and abused children. He was just as lost as she is he never knew why anyone was chosen. It isn't his job to ask questions. he isn't programmed to think or care. Yet he finds himself wondering...

"I too."

his voice cracked a bit doing something he was sure would get him reprogrammed if found out by the higher-ups.

"Wonder why."

He questions something.

not just anything he questions his job.

The crack of his voice reaches Ophelia's ears. They simultaneously realized that they weren't at all that different.

despite not knowing each other's backgrounds to the fullest, they understood each other's professions,

and

despite just meeting each other they felt closer than any stranger should be.

they are...

'Friends?'

Something neither one of them could keep...

something neither one of them had the luxury to have.

It was a nice start, that both of them knew wouldn't last forever.

Nothing does...

It is only the beginning after all real hardship was yet to come. And no Ophelia didn't at all think the scrabbles between noblewomen of this genre counted as a real hardship. Well, no matter what is to come her way she is ready to live her life to the fullest.

She is ready to be free, even if it meant she would get burnt. Even so, she'd be sure to leisurely walk through the fire without a care in the world.

She finally gets to live for herself, even if her new job is literally to live for someone else.

Even if it meant she'll die for doing so it didn't matter because in her last life she lived for everyone else but herself.

so without reluctance, she repeated.

"Unfreeze me."

This time her eyes held something different in them something much more excitable.

"As you wish my lady."

It held determination.