Chapter 1

My first time getting sucked into a novel, and I woke up right in a psycho’s bed!

But the villain… didn’t even flinch.

That’s enough! Seriously, *enough*! Don’t you dare insult my body!

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My name is Elara.

I might be the only person in transmigration history to cross over because I literally *ate myself to death*.

Alright, fine. Waking up inside a novel, I can deal with that. Becoming the villainess? I can deal with that too. But waking up in the villain’s bed, completely naked? How the hell am I supposed to deal with *that*?

Nobody understands. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt something cold on my face. I focused, and holy hell, it was a blade pressed against my skin!

“Dude, can we just talk this out?” My lips were trembling. Naked or not, at least I was alive. Better than being dead.

“You’re not Elara,” he said, grabbing my chin, his gaze icy.

This incredibly hot guy wore an ornate circlet, crimson earrings dangled from his lobes, and a distinctive mark was etched near his eye. Huh, he looked… familiar.

Valerius? The one who seemed gentle and refined on the surface, but was actually a deranged psycho?

“Ding-dong! Host’s system awareness has activated. You will now receive your quest.”

What?! I have a system? Is this one of those villainess comeback stories? I’m totally familiar with those.

“What’s the quest?” I thought, communicating with the system.

“Host’s quest is to trigger hatred points. Incite hatred from all characters connected to you in this novel. Make everyone resent you.”

*Trigger hatred points*? I hadn't even dealt with the psycho in front of me yet. I’d probably be dead before I even started.

Forget it, forget it.

“If I’m not Elara, then who do you think I am?” I tried to dispel the villain’s suspicion first.

“I don’t care who you are. You’re definitely here to break in this blade for me.”

I felt the knife press in a little further, and I was about to be disfigured. Dammit, what do I do? I need to make him hate me, but I also need to save myself.

A wild, crazy thought flashed through my mind. I grabbed his hand and shoved the blade towards *him*. If I was going to die, I might as well take him with me.

We were incredibly close. Valerius didn’t resist, and the blade in his hand plunged right into his shoulder.

Seriously? Is this psycho out of his mind? He didn’t even try to stop me?!

I looked up at him. His face was filled with a terrifying excitement. He used his other hand to grip mine, pushing the blade even deeper.

His blood stained my hand.

I was completely numb! Thinking about killing someone and actually *doing* it are two totally different concepts! I wrapped myself in the blanket, leaped off the bed, grabbed some clothes from the changing screen, threw them on, and yanked open the door, bolting outside.

I swear I've never sprinted so fast in my life.

But after running a few steps, I pulled open the door and was frozen by what I saw.

The ground was covered in poisonous scorpions!

Between being killed and being bitten by poisonous bugs, I chose the former. I dashed back inside, slumped down by the door. Whatever. I was already exhausted.

A soft chuckle echoed. I looked up. Valerius’s clothes were soaked with blood, but a gentle smile played on his lips.

Why did he look so unnerving?

I forced the most gentle smile of my life and said, “Valerius, how about we go outside first? The scorpions are about to crawl in.”

“Come here.” His voice was deep and soft, but it sent a chill down my spine. In the original book, he always did the most vicious things with the gentlest expression.

I walked over resignedly, my eyes filled with determination. My body wasn’t even warm yet, so if I died, I died.

“How strange. Why is it that when *you* hurt me, I actually feel it?”

It would be stranger if it *didn’t* hurt, I thought, rolling my eyes as I turned my head.

“Stab me again, and I’ll take you outside.” Valerius placed the blade back in my hand, his eyes practically overflowing with anticipation.

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