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Seraphina’s life was ordinary until she woke up in a mansion belonging to the prestigious Asterion Empire, cursed with the God’s Eyes— violet orbs that drain her life force, promising death unless she awakens their hidden power. But Seraphina isn't the type to sit idly by and accept her fate. Reincarnated with memories from her past life, she refuses to submit to the curse or the world’s expectations, and in a realm brimming with magic, knights, and dark secrets, she’s determined to carve her own path. But not as a hero— nor as a villain. Seraphina will do whatever it takes for her own benefit. Whether it’s using ruthless tactics to get what she wants or showing unexpected kindness when it serves her goals. Will she harness the power of the God’s Eyes before they claim her life? Or will she become something far more dangerous than the curse itself? Tags: Action, Adventure, Transmigration, Female MC, Western/Eastern Fantasy, Yuri (Not the Focus), Late-Romance (Not a romance story), Anti-Hero, Magic Note: Violet Warlock is an ongoing, and completely FREE, and will keep being FREE.
Waking up the girl found herself staring up at the crystalline white ceiling that covered the room she was in. Even from a glance, she could assume the material it was made from simply based on how it looked.
Pure white marble, without a single blemish or stain that would dull its extravagant nature making it look as if it was brand new. Its design was carefully crafted by a skilled architect to fit someone of quite high wealth, something she was not.
"An unfamiliar ceiling."
She muttered softly as her eyes adjusted to having just woken up. Fluttering slowly as she slowly gained focus.
It was a line she had wanted to say for a long time, as it was a line often used by the main characters of the stories she had enjoyed reading or watching.
Yes, she would consider herself an otaku or even a weeb if someone called her that. Her credentials lay within the thousands of novels, anime, mangas, and more she had enjoyed in her lifetime.
She was not someone who took shame in enjoying such things.
So such an occurrence wasn't completely foreign to her.
At least that would be the case if this was a simple novel, but life wasn't a story for most people.
"An unfamiliar ceiling?"
Her words muttered out once more as her tone raised sharply, and a sense of confusion, panic, fear, and doubt rose within her. The mixture of emotions caused her to shoot to a sitting position on the bed she laid.
Raising up so quickly made her somewhat dizzy, a feeling she was oddly familiar with due to the weak body she had been born with, riddled with issues.
But her body wasn't born with issues; she was healthy, so why did she hold thoughts as such?
However, she had a much more pressing issue at hand at this moment because as her eyes glanced around the room, she found that she did not know where she was.
The room was large, larger than any room she had the privilege to see in her entire life. It was something one would see right out of a movie, or show, a room fit for a King.
The bed she woke up on rested in the center of the right side of the room granting her a good view of the entire room before her.
Chairs with intricate designs and patterns, thick wooden tables both big and small, carefully crafted sofas, a large luxurious grandfather clock, a makeup table larger than four grown men, and much more all littered the room with their presence.
The colors even added to the grandness of the room, the mixture of gold, blue, white, and red adding to the flare that made the room stand out.
In short, it was not a room she would have ever been able to be waking up within her entire lifespan.
Which was why her thoughts grew even more confused, causing her to stumble out of the bed and attempt to look around.
As she got out of the bed, she stumbled slightly as her body felt off, as if she wasn't used to using it. She felt somewhat shorter, and her skin looked much lighter than it was before, her hair even had a different color to it as it hung over her face.
Instantly, her mind jolted to one idea; as an otaku, it was the first thought that came to mind, however, it wasn't a rational thought in the slightest, so even she denied it.
Or at least tried to deny the idea.
However as she stumbled her way over to the large mirror that decorated the wall of the room, gazing upon the figure that stood within the mirror, she could no longer deny the possibility.
She wasn't her past self anymore.
In the mirror, before her reflected a figure that was no older than 16-17 years in age, from not only her height but from the way her face was shaped, still holding that youthfulness to it.
She was around 5'8 in height, which could be considered average for someone around that age. However, it was shorter than she was previously as she was older.
That wasn't even the most outstanding change that had occurred; in fact, the most outstanding thing could be considered her hair. Previously, she had rather average blackish-brownish hair. However, the girl before her had hair that glittered with a mixture of purple and pink, or rather, somewhere right in the middle; violet.
As depending on the angle she looked at, or even the lighting, her hair seemed to look either of those two colors.
This was not a natural occurrence in the slightest; hair such as this could only occur due to dyeing in her previous life however the girl before her did not seem to have dyed her hair in the slightest.
But that wasn't the only unnatural feature of the girl.
Her eyes glowed with a violet hue, so sharp and bright that it didn't seem natural in the slightest; it felt odd looking into it even though it was her own eyes.
As if it was staring right into her own soul.
"Is this me?"
She muttered softly as she extended her hand and touched the mirror. Her pale white hand gently caressed the mirror as the figure within it moved along to match her.
"It is."
She said with reluctant acceptance, as there was no point in trying to deny such an obvious display before her.
"Does that mean I was transported to another world like those characters? If so, what do I do?"
As much as she had read stories about situations just like this, it was not like she had been in such a situation before, and she had no clue what she should do in a situation like this.
Stories like those often involved some sort of confusing or dangerous plotline that placed the main character in constant danger or made their life much more troublesome than it needed to be.
She didn't want something like that for herself, not to mention she had nothing like a cheat or even the memories of the body she had now woken up in.
"At least give me the memories to work with."
She muttered once more as suddenly an aching pain shot through her head.
It felt as if her mind was being ripped apart; she could feel her head splitting open and something, something foreign, rushing into it.
It felt painful at first, extremely so. Still, after a few seconds, the pain quickly vanished, and it was replaced with a soothing and even welcoming feeling.
Her body gladly welcomed the flood of whatever it was into her mind, as slowly she realized what it was, memories.
It was the memories of the body she was now in.
