Doomsday Beauty: Monsters Descended After My Plastic Surgery

"Y-You! Why are you so heartless? When you and Nian Nian were both inside my womb, you drained every ounce of vitality and nourishment meant for her, leaving your poor sister with nothing but scraps. Now, for her sake, and for the sake of the family, you must be generous and help her out!"

Inside the lavish dining room of a grand mansion in Artem City, a woman's shrill voice pierced the air, followed by a man's milder, yet far from calm— equally demanding tone.

"Yang Yang, you have to understand how lucky you are compared to Nian Nian. This marriage… It's just a little sacrifice from you as the older sister."

Had it been the first time she'd heard this absolute garbage, Si Yang might have felt a twinge of guilt and heartbreak, wondering why her parents felt the need to drag her into every mess her sister created.

But no. Not anymore. Si Yang already knew all about her family's treachery—thanks to the delightful gift of her past life memories. 

After dying at the hands of this so-called family's schemes when the time swarm of monsters suddenly poured in, the gods must have pitied her and blessed her with a second chance to cut these wicked people out of her life for good and let them have a taste of their own medicine. 

This time, she wasn't buying their ludicrous drivel. Same tired line, same broken record, again, and again, and again, all designed to make her feel responsible for every single thing that went wrong!

Why should she feel guilty because she happened to be born healthy while her sister was sickly? What had she done to deserve this ridiculous burden?

Don't even get her started on the fact that if her parents hadn't been so blinded by greed, trying to marry their precious girl off to an immortal for their own personal gain, would they even be in this mess?

A cold sneer twisted her lips as she watched the hidden contempt dance in Si Nian's eyes behind her feeble little act. 

Trying to make her take the fall again? Dream on! 

Oh, how Si Yang wished she could just walk out of this house and leave this pit of manipulative garbage and lies behind. But no matter how much she wanted to scream and run, the impending doom of this world in five months would be far worse for her if she left without preparation.

She clenched her teeth, forced a smile, and solemnly muttered to herself, 'For a gentleman to take revenge, ten years is not too late to wait. The seeds they've sown… I'll make them harvest those very seeds by a hundred-fold.'

Meanwhile, seeing her eldest daughter quiet, unaffected, and unmoved, Lian Hua, who was sitting across from her, turned grim and furiously snapped like a dry twig.

"Yang Yang you…! Since when have you become so unreasonable?! You two are biological sisters! Your bones may be broken, but your flesh is connected!"

Madam Si unhappily slammed her palm on the table, "What's so wrong about it? Why are you so unwilling to help? Once you agree, Si Nian will be saved, and you'll marry an immortal! You'll be his revered wife! What's there to think about?!" 

At this point, her face was like a raging buffalo, red as a monkey's butt.

"If not for your little sister's condition needing immediate attention, would we even consider the Immortal Master's proposal?!"

"M-Mom! Please calm down!" Si Nian rushed to her mother's side, rubbing her back with exaggerated concern, clearly savoring every moment.

The girl heaved a long-winded sigh.

"You and Dad are getting old, you shouldn't be so worked up over me."

Si Nian then turned her sorrowful gaze toward Si Yang, as if she were the picture of pure innocence that couldn't break a glass.

"Sister, Nian Nian has always been frail, but I know it's not your fault. Please understand… Mom and Dad are just desperate. They didn't mean what they said and love us equally, right, Mom? Dad?"

Upon hearing their precious daughter's worried speech, the old man cleared his throat, pretending to be completely nonchalant, while Madam Si sniffed in disdain, her eyes flickering with malice without a trace of guilt.

Love them equally?!

Si Yang gave them a long, mocking stare. Only her sister could spout such nonsense without batting an eyelid.

Why had she cared so much about this toxic, venomous family in her last life?

Clearly, the only person they ever cared about was Si Nian.

In the world of Eros, immortal practitioners might be powerful and rare existence, however, Si Yang couldn't help but think that no matter how skilled they were, none of them would be able to fix a family of chronic liars and hypocrites.

Si Nian might've been born with a weak and sickly constitution, sure, but it wasn't some life-or-death situation that needed immediate attention!

Honestly, she was just a spoiled brat, pampered to death by their parents who treated her like she was on the verge of collapse. She'd act all frail and helpless when it suited her, but when they were young, the moment no one's watching, she would personally beat the servants for hours without breaking a sweat.

"This…" Si Nian trailed off, her voice dripping with fake hesitation, as if she was some fragile little flower, "Sister, you won't take this personally, will you?"

"No."

Si Yang's reply was blunt and final, cutting through the nonsense like a knife.

Si Nian's eyes widened slightly, thinking she had heard a tinge of bitchy tone, that felt alien from her usually kind and compromising sister.

'No way.' She shook her head and dismissed the thought, 'Sister had always been a pushover who can never say no. Maybe I'm just hearing things. That's should be it!'

Si Nian quickly regained composure, no doubt preparing to push even harder.

"Then… Sister, does that mean you'll—"

Before she could finish, Si Yang cut her off with a sigh, pretending to be regretful but clearly just playing along, her voice masked with audible uncertainty.

"Mom, Dad, Nian Nian, it's... It's not that I'm unwilling but…" Si Yang turned anxiously, placing a hand on her cheek as if she could feel the terrible pain from the supposed red lump that disfigured half of her face.