Chapter 1

"talking" (Mc to system) [System]

[Prologue]

A loud 'bang.'

In the shopping center, the sudden sound of gunfire, like a thunderclap, immediately threw the crowd into chaos.

"Doctor, come quickly, over here!"

"Young master, hold on a bit longer, the ambulance is here."

The madman who fired the shots was subdued, and the bodyguard spoke frantically in his ear, but he couldn't respond.

A bullet hit him in the chest, blood spilling all over the floor, and there was no way to save him.

However, he was unwilling to die!

As a wealthy third-generation, he hadn't fully enjoyed life yet, why should he be shot by a passerby!

If only he could live again…

No matter what the cost, he was willing!!!

[Ding, system binding in progress… Binding successful]

[Opening the gateway of soul transfer]

[Prologue End] 

[Chapter 1] Can You Prevent the Destruction of the World With Beauty?

"So hungry!"

Ifia, lying on the bed, sighed. Her stomach, growling with hunger, was twisting in pain, if she didn't eat something soon, she felt like she would die a second time.

She glanced at the black bread beside her.

The fist-sized bread, perhaps stored for too long, had an unpleasant smell. It was so hard that it could be used as a weapon to hit someone, and she couldn't figure out how to chew and swallow it.

Back in the day, she used to eat top-notch ingredients, with elite chefs from various countries serving her.

However, now she lived in a slum. Her only home was constructed with a few moldy and broken wooden boards, shaky as if it would collapse the next second. In her drafty home, stacked discarded newspapers served as a bed.

As for a blanket and pillow, they were also made of discarded newspapers.

The most valuable thing in the whole house was probably the small piece of black bread by her side.

Not wanting to die, Ifia reluctantly picked up the black bread and tentatively took a small bite.

*Crunch*

The black bread didn't budge, and her teeth ached.

Silently shedding tears, Ifia struggled to bite the bread, using her teeth as if they were an ice shaver. Finally, she managed to bite off some crumbs. The terrible taste made her want to vomit, but her hungry stomach demanded food.

Despite Ifia's continuous complaints about the inedibility of the black bread, finishing the entire not-so-large loaf only provided temporary relief from the stomach pain, and the feeling of hunger persisted as always.

Moreover, because of eating, she kept clamoring for more food.

Ifia patted her empty stomach and weakly got up from the bed. The only food in her bare and empty home had already been consumed. The only option left was to drink water to fill her stomach.

In this impoverished home, there wasn't even a bottle for storing water.

She had to go outside to drink water.

It had been two days since Ifia opened her eyes and became Ifia. There were no memories of the past, and she currently existed in a state of complete ignorance.

She knew nothing.

(System, where is the nearest water source?)

[Go straight ahead and then turn right.]

However, in addition to the resurrection, there was also a system.

The communication between her and the system didn't require speaking aloud, they could communicate through consciousness.

But unlike other people's omnipotent systems, her useless system could only blabber. So far, the most practical function she had discovered was the map guide.

After navigating through twists and turns, Ifia looked at the clear spring water and breathed a sigh of relief.

Her current coordinates were in the slum, and she was genuinely afraid of drinking dirty water.

Ifia first crouched down and washed her hands with clear water. Afterward, she cupped her palms together, took a handful of water, and lowered her head to drink. As she drank, her long black hair fell in front of her.

This annoyed her, and she shook her head in an attempt to flick the long hair back behind her, but the obvious result was a failure.

She had never had such long hair before, along with the weighty fullness in front of her chest. When she crouched down just now, she almost plunged headfirst into the water.

Once she finally quenched her thirst, Ifia could turn her attention to other matters. She leaned over to look at the reflection in the water.

The first thing that caught her eye was a pair of round almond-shaped eyes. Large, black pupils were filled with curiosity. Below were a petite nose and full lips, like they were coated with a layer of red honey. A slight smile revealed two small dimples.

Absolutely adorable!

Coupled with waist-length black hair and fair skin, with a well-endowed figure, apart from being a bit short at around 1.6 meters, everything was perfect.

If he had encountered such a sweet girl before his death, he would have definitely asked for her contact information!

However, he had now turned into this sweet girl…

(System! Are you telling me that you want me to use my beauty to prevent the world from destruction?)

Compared to her home, which was drafty, dark, and damp, Ifia preferred staying here and talking to the system.

At least the sunlight here was abundant, the spring water was sweet, and wildflowers swayed in the breeze.

Ifia waved away a butterfly, then lifted the linen long skirt, not minding the dirt. In a rather uncouth position, she sat cross-legged, revealing a pair of snow-white and slender legs. The tattered canvas shoes exposed small and round toes, which were moving mischievously.

The system remained silent, as she expected.

When it came to information about the world's destruction, the system flatly refused to answer, fearing spoilers.

Since she opened her eyes, the system immediately activated and issued a task: [Save the world].

Yes, that's right—saving the world!

After resurrection, this was a strange world, more like a world from a novel.

A romantic tale of a noble prince and a common girl in an academy.

Nothing new.

But that was just the beginning.

As the plot unfolded, after defeating the villainess and the prince and commoner finally being together, due to certain reasons, the entire Sith Empire was destroyed, and everyone perished, with no survivors.

And that wasn't the end.

The downfall of the Sis Empire was just the beginning. Subsequently, one after another, other nations crumbled.

Countless lives vanished, and the land was stained with blood.

In the end, humans disappeared, leaving only flora, fauna, and the remnants of shattered walls.

As for the reason for such a development?

Ifia didn't know. The system only provided a rough summary of the story, lacking details.

Perhaps it was the readers' resentment that gave birth to the system, binding with the host to change the story's outcome. However, Ifia felt that the system either wanted to save the world or quickly unbind and move on to another host!

With no money, no skills, she simply couldn't handle it.

She could only lie there and await her fate.

After two days of refusing to cooperate, Ifia, who was being difficult, finally made the system reluctantly agree to negotiation.

Setting aside saving the world for now, the system could issue other tasks.

[Become friends with Barlen Amelia, complete the task, and receive a complete encyclopedia of plants.]

A reward with absolutely no appeal. Ifia rolled her eyes and ignored the system. Later, she became dizzy from hunger and painfully swallowed the black bread.

Now that her stomach wasn't growling, she had time to chat with the system out of boredom.

(Who is Barlen Amelia?)

[The villainess, the only daughter of Duke Barlen, nobles call her the Imperial Red Rose.]

As long as it didn't involve spoilers, the system would answer any questions, but Ifia wore a mask of pain.

Befriend the villainess? Seriously?

As everyone knew, whether in games or novels, antagonistic characters like villains were not to be messed with. A misstep could cost one's life!

Was the system annoyed that she had lived too long?

Whoever wanted to do the task could go ahead; she wasn't going to do it!

Or maybe she'd continue being difficult!

Ifia casually plucked a blade of grass, put it in her mouth, and was about to lie down in the grass when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a coin glowing in the sunlight not far away, under a tree.

Was she seeing things?

It was a coin!

A gold coin, which could be exchanged for ten silver coins, and each silver coin could be exchanged for a hundred copper coins. And with one copper coin, she could buy three loaves of black bread!

With a gold coin, she wouldn't need black bread anymore. She could eat meat, drink fine wine, and have lavish meals!

In an instant, Ifia had already imagined the happy life she would have once she had money. Excited, she ran towards the shining coin, ready to grab it and run.

But before she could touch the coin, a soft laugh echoed.

"Look what I've caught~~"

Simultaneously, the system issued a warning.

[Villainess, Barlen Amelia, has appeared!]