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Saving the Villain

The Devil’s Den was Cosette’s favorite webnovel that she had followed for three whole years. She waited for updates, wallow in those empty days during the author’s constant hiatuses, cry and laugh with the characters; it was already a part of her short life. Cosette really wished that the novel would never end despite that she was terminally ill. But after three years, The Devil’s Den finally came to an end. With a reader as invested as Cosette, she had mixed emotions about the ending. Not that the ending was disappointing, but what disheartened her was the ending of her favorite character; the villain Maxen Devilsin. One year later, Cosette took her last breath only to wake up in the body of the stunning Cosette Blac; the villainess of the novel The Devil’s Den, her second favorite character after the villain. Granted with the opportunity to live in the world of her favorite novel before the main story starts, Cosette had a plan. That was to simp over the characters and save her favorite characters whilst hoping that the female and male lead still have their happy ending. In a world that was already written and events that were expected to happen whether or not they wanted to, can Cosette change the course of their lives? Was overwriting the characters' fate could save them? Or would it just give them a much worse ending than what the author had given them? Watch Cosette as she tried to become the superfan and give the dark-themed story some light. ---- A part of the Wild Series: Wild Young Fan: Saving the Villain! Cover photo not mine. Credits to the artist.

BAJJ · 现代言情
分數不夠
398 Chs

I’m… glad you lasted this long.

[ FLASHBACK ]

"Was my boy giving you a hard time?"

Maxen turned to the old man sitting on the hospital bed. The old man had his back against the headboard, eating some grapes that Maxen brought to him. Looking at the old man, the latter had more wrinkles on his face, but his smile was just as big and bright as ever. 

"How many years has it been since the first time you came here?" the old man looked up and smiled, reminiscing the time his grandson brought this friend of his. "Five.. six…"

"Eight years," Maxen corrected, resting his leg over the other. He was sitting on the chair near the floor-to-length window; his usual spot whenever he would visit this old man. "It's been eight years."

"Eight years… haha! I lived a lot longer than I expected." The old man chuckled happily.

"You did." Maxen's eyes softened as he watched the old man clap. "I'm glad you did."