Found

Some people will do anything in the pursuit of beauty.

On the campus of the University of California, Los Angeles, a beautiful figure always managed to be the center of attention. Sophia's complete transformation was something the students couldn't believe. Of course, they couldn't accept that this incredibly beautiful girl was the ordinary Sophia they used to know.

It was entirely unbelievable, even though Sophia kept insisting it was true.

"I swear, Professor, I'm telling the truth. Please believe me, I am Sophia!" Sophia placed her last hopes on her mentor.

However, the bald-headed man in his fifties just looked at her and firmly shook his head, "Don't think I don't know this is a prank, I'm not that old yet. You are indeed beautiful, but I know who Sophia is. So, miss, what is your real name?"

The confident look on the professor's face dashed Sophia's hopes.

Indeed, no one would believe her. Even though Sophia's beauty was unparalleled, no one would believe that an ordinary girl could transform into the most beautiful girl overnight, unless it was a fairy tale.

Perhaps this was a fairy tale after all.

Sophia had lost her mentor and her academic standing. After the initial excitement of becoming beautiful, endless troubles followed. These troubles almost drove her to despair. If only she could return to her ordinary looks. No, she couldn't even bring herself to think that way anymore.

Sophia returned to her mansion in utter dejection. She had money and many good friends, but now all she had was money. None of her friends believed she was the same Sophia, except for Cathy. This troubled her deeply.

She parked her car in the garage and walked towards the mansion. As she reached the front door and opened it, she was stunned. In the living room, a woman was standing by the couch, looking at her with scrutinizing eyes.

A beautiful woman. That was Sophia's first impression. If she hadn't transformed so drastically, she would have believed this woman to be the most beautiful in the world. Her long black curly hair was like a wave of darkness, her eyes like the deep blue sky, her skin as white as jade, and her slender figure was undoubtedly beautiful.

But beauty wasn't flawless.

When a beautiful woman faces another, she realizes her shortcomings. The woman with the gloomy face realized she was different from Sophia. Sophia's smile was genuine, and that was real beauty.

What about her? Even when she tried to smile, it was forced. Her heart was masked by a dark cloud.

A smile could differentiate the beauty of two women who were both strikingly beautiful.

"You are Sophia Eltal?" The woman looked at Sophia, speaking slowly in a rather cold voice, "My mirror told me there is a woman more beautiful than me in this world, so I found you. I think the mirror didn't lie; you indeed are more beautiful than me."

"A mirror told you I'm more beautiful?" Sophia laughed heartily at the woman, "I love your mirror. Though, I feel it was probably right. You do look very beautiful, but...you are not approachable."

"I know. People dare not get close to me, they are very afraid of me. Because I am...a witch. The most beautiful witch in the world..." The woman looked at Sophia, slowly pulling out a wand from her hand and gave her a malicious smile, "But if I make you uglier, then wouldn't I be the most beautiful woman?"

"You are really funny!" Sophia laughed at the woman, "You want to make me uglier? Are you going to slash my face with a knife? Or splash my face with strong acid? You better leave here, I can choose to call the police." Saying this, she took out her phone from her pocket.

"Don't be clever, young lady." The woman suddenly laughed, a small black wand appeared in her hand, waving it once at Sophia. Immediately, a beam of light enveloped Sophia.

Just then, a shadow pounced on the woman's hand. The sudden appearance of the shadow startled the woman, causing her to step back, and the palm's light fell next to her, turning a coat rack next to Sophia into an ugly toad.

"Ribbit—" it croaked, slowly crawling away.

Sophia broke out in a cold sweat. If that light had fallen on her, she would have been turned into that ugly toad. Thinking of this, she was covered in cold sweat, turned around and wanted to flee out of the door. This woman was too terrifying.

"Damn cat—"

The woman's wrist had been bitten by a black cat, she tried to shake it off in annoyance, but the nimble cat dodged and hid from afar.

"Go to hell, damn it—" The woman was furious, shaking her bitten hand, chanting a curse. The wand in her hand pointed at the black cat, a black light flashing towards it like lightning.

The cat dodged swiftly, but the black lightning was following it like a shadow. It was about to hit the cat in an instant. The cat seemed to sense what the woman's curse could do and gave a frightened cry.

The woman's smile was hideous, making her beauty even more terrifying. She hated everything that could hurt her and was more beautiful than her. What she needed was destruction—of these damned things.

With a deafening roar, a sound as explosive as a detonation filled the air.

The bolt of black lightning, rather than striking the black cat, was intercepted by a beam of brilliant light. A somber blast echoed, the shockwave instantaneously forcing the woman to stumble back. At this moment, the black cat vanished from its spot.

The woman's eyes darted around, eventually settling on the entrance of the grand hall. Her feet seemed to be rooted in place as she spotted a man standing at the doorway. Perched on his shoulder was the black cat, and behind him stood a girl. A man, a girl, and a cat, all gazing at her from the doorway.

"It's you again—"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from the depths of the woman's soul, as she yelled at the man. A potent aura radiated from her, a mix of fear and hatred. Yes, it was because of this man that she had lost a life once.

Even though she had been reborn, she was now required to shed more blood to maintain her physical form. Her spirit suffered a severe blow because of this man. Meanwhile, a sense of powerless horror spread throughout her being.

"It is I, of course—" the man shrugged at her, "I always manage to find beautiful women. Don't I?" As he spoke, he suddenly turned his palm over. A small sword, emitting a soft glow, instantly hovered above his hand. The humble sword materialized out of thin air, its radiance not blinding, but rather soothing.

The woman was terrified by this small sword. She would never forget the sensation of being impaled by it. At the thought of this, her whole body began to tremble. Yes, this small sword was not something she could withstand.

"Why—" the woman suddenly yelled at the man, "Why do you always hinder me? I hate you, I hate everyone who stands in my way—" As she spoke, her figure transformed into a beam of light, not rushing towards the entrance of the hall, but shooting upwards instead.

At that moment, the man's small sword, which was shimmering with a soft light, transformed into a meteor, shooting after the woman.