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The Hundred Years Villainess

"Luck and gifts you will have it all. Everything you desire and put your mind on. But that one craving, you will never own. As fate and the gods will collude to derail your goal." Lyrica was ecstatic when she found out that after finishing a reverse harem royal romance novel, she woke up in the body of her favorite character who shares the same name as her! Even more so when she met face to face with her adored (bias) character--the attractive General Calais Parcell! However, soon, she finds out that every human in the new world hates her even without a valid reason! Not one, not even her own parents and siblings! Being loved and well-liked by everyone in her previous life, watch her struggle in this new world where everyone hates and wants to kill her! Snippets: “You should be ashamed of yourself, Calais! Have you ever... Have you ever taken a look inside of you and wondered what kind of person you are?!” “No, Lyrica. I can see how you look at me, and I know that I am not that bad after all.” "But all I see is a charming mask! And no matter how beguiling that lovely mask looks, once you take that off, inside, you are still what you are, someone hollow and empty, with no principles other than what other people project on you!"

Scintillate09 · Fantasy
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196 Chs

Chapter 173 - The Lawless Zone

"Hmmm," Captain Asher mumbles as he looks at my beaten face. "I don't think you can stay here any longer."

"You think so?" I scoff at him.

"I didn't visit you for two days, and now, you're worse than you arrived. How many soldiers visited to beat you up?"

"I don't know. I don't count."

He groans. "So, a lot, huh?" He takes a heavy sigh and scratches his head.

"What? Are you going to beat me up as well? Just like your soldiers?"

Instead of responding, he says, "Get up," he commands, his voice cold and unforgiving. He unlocks the prison bar and opens it wide.

I try to stand, but my body protests. Every inch of me is throbbing with pain, and I struggle to even move.

"I said get up!" He clicks his tongue, moves towards me and pulls me up from the floor.

I groan at the pain. I am bruised and battered, and I'm pretty sure he knows that!