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The Villainess Reincarnates into the Cultivation World

[Notice: Rejoice, the story continues!] Alexander, an unassuming man from Earth, meets an untimely end and is unexpectedly reborn as Seraphina von Schwarzenberg, the nefarious enchantress, in a captivating world of fantasy. Due to an untimely death, he is inexplicably thrust into another realm, transmigrated physically as herself into a cultivation world that defies the boundaries of imagination. In this new world of martial arts, celestial energies, and perilous adventures, Seraphina faces not only the trials of cultivation but also the shackles of her past villainous persona. As she strives to understand her place in this vibrant realm. [discord: https://discord.gg/SQ7wJss2rN]

Nightrice · ファンタジー
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43 Chs

Prologue

The city's bustling streets were painted in the golden hues of the setting sun as Alexander walked down the sidewalk. It had been an ordinary day, nothing particularly remarkable about it, or so he thought.

As he crossed the road, hearing the melody of the chirping birds, he saw children playing and laughing amidst the mundane symphony of everyday life. A sudden screech of tires pierced the tranquility, and Alexander's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the source of the sound.

A speeding car hurtled towards him, its driver seemingly unaware of the impending disaster. Panic welled within him, and adrenaline surged through his veins, but there was no time to react. The world around him seemed to slow as the vehicle collided with him. Throwing him through the air like a ragdoll.

Amid the chaos, a haunting silence descended upon the scene. Alexander lay on the asphalt, pain coursing through his broken body. He struggled to breathe. A passerby quickly rushed to his side, frantically dialing for emergency services.

"Hey, are you okay? Stay with me!" the concerned stranger pleaded.

Coughing weakly, Alexander uttered, "I-I don't... think I'm... going to make it."

"Don't talk like that! Help is on the way," the stranger replied, trying to offer reassurance despite the fear in their eyes.

The sun was now fully set, and the city's lights flickered to life, casting an ethereal glow on the tragic scene. In those final moments, a rush of memories flooded Alexander's mind—the laughter of his family, the warmth of his friends' embraces, and the dreams he once held dear.

He turned to the stranger, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, tell my family... tell them I love them. And tell them... I'm sorry for not being... everything they wanted."

Tears welled up in the stranger's eyes as they nodded solemnly. "I promise, I'll tell them everything."

As the sound of sirens grew louder in the distance, Alexander's vision blurred, and his grip on consciousness slipped away. Amid it all, he felt a strange sensation - an otherworldly pull tugging at his soul.

In those fleeting moments, his mind felt untethered, and he could sense a profound connection to something far beyond his comprehension. It was as though the threads of fate were being rewoven, shifting the course of his existence.

Amidst the pain and the darkness, Alexander found a glimmer of peace that came with the realization that his journey did not end there. He was being pulled away from the life he knew, drawn towards a realm where a new destiny awaited.

As the emergency responders arrived and worked to save his fading life, Alexander's consciousness took its final leap, transcending the boundaries of Earth.

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As Alexander's consciousness drifted away from the chaotic scene of his death, a profound stillness enveloped him. Time seemed to lose meaning as he traversed through the ethereal void, a weightless existence that transcended the bounds of reality.

Eventually, the sensation of movement ceased, and his surroundings shifted. His senses began to return, and he found himself standing amid a luxurious chamber. The warm glow of candles danced on the walls, and silken curtains billowed gently in the breeze.

Confusion swept over him as he realized he was no longer in the world he knew. The fragmented memories of his life on Earth were fading, replaced by the recollections of a new persona - the villainess, Seraphina von Schwarzenberg.

He gasped, feeling the unfamiliar weight of a lavish gown and the tendrils of long, silken hair cascading down his shoulders. His voice, too, had changed, now soft and feminine. He was Seraphina, the woman destined to become the wicked enchantress in a tale he once knew only as a reader.

A sense of resignation washed over Seraphina as she pondered the peculiar twist of fate that had brought her here. "So, this is my new life - a transmigration into the role of the villainess," she murmured, her voice tinged with sorrow and intrigue.

With that, he got up and found himself a mirror. It was time for him to embrace his new identity and move on from his past life.

Looking at the person in the mirror, he now realized the gravity of the situation.

Seraphina von Schwarzenberg possessed an appearance that turned heads and stirred envy and fascination. Her face exuded an ethereal allure, captivating those who crossed paths with her. Her long, ebony hair cascaded like a shimmering waterfall down her shoulders, accentuating the graceful curves of her neck and the delicate slope of her collarbones.

Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep amethyst, held a hint of melancholy wisdom as if they had witnessed ages past. Seraphina's lashes were like delicate crescent moons, brushing against her smooth, porcelain skin whenever she blinked.

Her features were exquisite, a perfect blend of innocence and allure, betraying the complexity of her soul. Soft, rose-tinted lips formed a faint smile that concealed the trials and tribulations she had endured. Seraphina's presence was magnetic and mysterious, drawing others in like moths to a light. Yet veiling her true intentions beneath an enigmatic facade.

Sorrow lingered beneath the surface despite her otherworldly appearance. Seraphina's transformation from the unassuming Alexander into the villainess of this world had brought the burden of a predetermined fate, a fate she longed to defy.