People had always hated me.
I didn't know why.
It wasn't something obvious like cruelty or arrogance. I never bullied anyone. I never raised my voice. I followed rules, smiled when expected, and kept my head low. Yet no matter where I went, eyes followed me with quiet disdain. Whispers clung to my back like thorns.
"She's strange."
"Something about her feels wrong."
"Don't get too close."
I learned early to pretend I didn't hear them.
In the world of beastmen, reputation mattered more than truth. And mine had been rotten since the day I was born.
My sixteenth birthday arrived without celebration.
No laughter. No warmth. Just a quiet meal and the stiff presence of my family, who treated me more like a responsibility than a daughter. I sat at the table, fingers curled around my cup, forcing myself to swallow despite the tight knot in my chest.
Sixteen was supposed to be important.
In this world, sixteen was the age when bonds awakened. When futures became clear. When destiny showed its face.
I didn't expect destiny to speak to me so cruelly.
The moment the clock struck midnight, pain ripped through my head.
I gasped, dropping my cup as a sharp ringing filled my ears. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing before my eyes. I barely heard my mother shout my name before everything froze.
Time stopped.
The world went silent.
Then a cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
[Villainess System Activated.]
I stopped breathing.
"What…?" I whispered.
A translucent screen appeared before my eyes, glowing faintly blue.
[You are the Villainess of this story.]
My heart slammed painfully against my ribs.
"No," I said immediately. "That's wrong."
The system didn't care.
Images flooded my mind.
A story.
A future.
A version of myself I didn't recognize.
I saw a proud white tiger beastman—tall, powerful, his white ears sharp and regal. I saw myself standing beside him, smiling like I owned him. I saw jealousy twisting my face as another girl appeared—the female lead. Gentle. Loved. Chosen by fate.
I saw arguments. Cold silences. Growing resentment in the tiger's golden eyes.
And then—
Blood.
My blood.
I saw myself screaming, reaching out, as sharp claws pierced through my chest. The white tiger stood before me, eyes burning with hatred and regret.
[Ending: Death.]
I collapsed to my knees.
"No… no no no…" I shook my head violently. "That's not me. I would never—"
[You fall in love with the white tiger beastman.]
[You take him as one of your husbands.]
[You interfere with the female lead's fate.]
[You are consumed by jealousy.]
[You attempt to harm the female lead.]
[You are killed by the white tiger beastman.]
Each line struck like a sentence being read aloud at my execution.
My stomach churned violently.
"So that's why…" I whispered.
Why people hated me.
Why my family looked at me with discomfort.
Why no matter what I did, the world seemed to reject me.
I wasn't just unlucky.
I was written to be hated.
Tears streamed down my face as the system delivered its final blow.
[Choice Available.]
The screen shifted.
[Option One: Abandon the Villainess Path.]
Live quietly. Avoid key characters. Receive no rewards.
Survival probability: Moderate.
[Option Two: Continue the Villainess Path.]
Win the favor of the male lead. Follow the story's core events.
Reward: 100,000,000,000.
My breath hitched.
"One hundred… billion?" I whispered.
An absurd number. A fortune so large it could change everything.
But I knew the cost.
The white tiger.
The man who would one day kill me.
As if summoned by my thoughts, a presence filled the doorway.
I looked up.
He stood there, tall and striking, white tiger ears flicking slightly as his golden eyes met mine. The candlelight caught his sharp features, making him look almost unreal.
The white tiger beastman.
The man I was destined to love.
The man destined to hate me.
The man who would end my life.
Our eyes locked.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Something unreadable flickered in his gaze. Curiosity. Wariness. Maybe even dislike.
I felt my heart betray me, beating faster despite the terror crawling up my spine.
This was how it started.
The first step toward a tragic ending.
I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms.
If I followed the story, I would die.
If I ran away, I would lose everything.
The system's voice echoed softly in my mind.
[Please make your choice.]
I lifted my head slowly, forcing my tears back.
If fate wanted me to be a villainess…
Then I would decide how I became one.
And this time—
I would not die quietly.
People had always hated me.
I didn't know why.
It wasn't something obvious like cruelty or arrogance. I never bullied anyone. I never raised my voice. I followed rules, smiled when expected, and kept my head low. Yet no matter where I went, eyes followed me with quiet disdain. Whispers clung to my back like thorns.
"She's strange."
"Something about her feels wrong."
"Don't get too close."
I learned early to pretend I didn't hear them.
In the world of beastmen, reputation mattered more than truth. And mine had been rotten since the day I was born.
My sixteenth birthday arrived without celebration.
No laughter. No warmth. Just a quiet meal and the stiff presence of my family, who treated me more like a responsibility than a daughter. I sat at the table, fingers curled around my cup, forcing myself to swallow despite the tight knot in my chest.
Sixteen was supposed to be important.
In this world, sixteen was the age when bonds awakened. When futures became clear. When destiny showed its face.
I didn't expect destiny to speak to me so cruelly.
The moment the clock struck midnight, pain ripped through my head.
I gasped, dropping my cup as a sharp ringing filled my ears. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing before my eyes. I barely heard my mother shout my name before everything froze.
Time stopped.
The world went silent.
Then a cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
[Villainess System Activated.]
I stopped breathing.
"What…?" I whispered.
A translucent screen appeared before my eyes, glowing faintly blue.
[You are the Villainess of this story.]
My heart slammed painfully against my ribs.
"No," I said immediately. "That's wrong."
The system didn't care.
Images flooded my mind.
A story.
A future.
A version of myself I didn't recognize.
I saw a proud white tiger beastman—tall, powerful, his white ears sharp and regal. I saw myself standing beside him, smiling like I owned him. I saw jealousy twisting my face as another girl appeared—the female lead. Gentle. Loved. Chosen by fate.
I saw arguments. Cold silences. Growing resentment in the tiger's golden eyes.
And then—
Blood.
My blood.
I saw myself screaming, reaching out, as sharp claws pierced through my chest. The white tiger stood before me, eyes burning with hatred and regret.
[Ending: Death.]
I collapsed to my knees.
"No… no no no…" I shook my head violently. "That's not me. I would never—"
[You fall in love with the white tiger beastman.]
[You take him as one of your husbands.]
[You interfere with the female lead's fate.]
[You are consumed by jealousy.]
[You attempt to harm the female lead.]
[You are killed by the white tiger beastman.]
Each line struck like a sentence being read aloud at my execution.
My stomach churned violently.
"So that's why…" I whispered.
Why people hated me.
Why my family looked at me with discomfort.
Why no matter what I did, the world seemed to reject me.
I wasn't just unlucky.
I was written to be hated.
Tears streamed down my face as the system delivered its final blow.
[Choice Available.]
The screen shifted.
[Option One: Abandon the Villainess Path.]
Live quietly. Avoid key characters. Receive no rewards.
Survival probability: Moderate.
[Option Two: Continue the Villainess Path.]
Win the favor of the male lead. Follow the story's core events.
Reward: 100,000,000,000.
My breath hitched.
"One hundred… billion?" I whispered.
An absurd number. A fortune so large it could change everything.
But I knew the cost.
The white tiger.
The man who would one day kill me.
As if summoned by my thoughts, a presence filled the doorway.
I looked up.
He stood there, tall and striking, white tiger ears flicking slightly as his golden eyes met mine. The candlelight caught his sharp features, making him look almost unreal.
The white tiger beastman.
The man I was destined to love.
The man destined to hate me.
The man who would end my life.
Our eyes locked.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Something unreadable flickered in his gaze. Curiosity. Wariness. Maybe even dislike.
I felt my heart betray me, beating faster despite the terror crawling up my spine.
This was how it started.
The first step toward a tragic ending.
I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms.
If I followed the story, I would die.
If I ran away, I would lose everything.
The system's voice echoed softly in my mind.
[Please make your choice.]
I lifted my head slowly, forcing my tears back.
If fate wanted me to be a villainess…
Then I would decide how I became one.
And this time—
I would not die quietly.
People had always hated me.
I didn't know why.
It wasn't something obvious like cruelty or arrogance. I never bullied anyone. I never raised my voice. I followed rules, smiled when expected, and kept my head low. Yet no matter where I went, eyes followed me with quiet disdain. Whispers clung to my back like thorns.
"She's strange."
"Something about her feels wrong."
"Don't get too close."
I learned early to pretend I didn't hear them.
In the world of beastmen, reputation mattered more than truth. And mine had been rotten since the day I was born.
My sixteenth birthday arrived without celebration.
No laughter. No warmth. Just a quiet meal and the stiff presence of my family, who treated me more like a responsibility than a daughter. I sat at the table, fingers curled around my cup, forcing myself to swallow despite the tight knot in my chest.
Sixteen was supposed to be important.
In this world, sixteen was the age when bonds awakened. When futures became clear. When destiny showed its face.
I didn't expect destiny to speak to me so cruelly.
The moment the clock struck midnight, pain ripped through my head.
I gasped, dropping my cup as a sharp ringing filled my ears. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing before my eyes. I barely heard my mother shout my name before everything froze.
Time stopped.
The world went silent.
Then a cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
[Villainess System Activated.]
I stopped breathing.
"What…?" I whispered.
A translucent screen appeared before my eyes, glowing faintly blue.
[You are the Villainess of this story.]
My heart slammed painfully against my ribs.
"No," I said immediately. "That's wrong."
The system didn't care.
Images flooded my mind.
A story.
A future.
A version of myself I didn't recognize.
I saw a proud white tiger beastman—tall, powerful, his white ears sharp and regal. I saw myself standing beside him, smiling like I owned him. I saw jealousy twisting my face as another girl appeared—the female lead. Gentle. Loved. Chosen by fate.
I saw arguments. Cold silences. Growing resentment in the tiger's golden eyes.
And then—
Blood.
My blood.
I saw myself screaming, reaching out, as sharp claws pierced through my chest. The white tiger stood before me, eyes burning with hatred and regret.
[Ending: Death.]
I collapsed to my knees.
"No… no no no…" I shook my head violently. "That's not me. I would never—"
[You fall in love with the white tiger beastman.]
[You take him as one of your husbands.]
[You interfere with the female lead's fate.]
[You are consumed by jealousy.]
[You attempt to harm the female lead.]
[You are killed by the white tiger beastman.]
Each line struck like a sentence being read aloud at my execution.
My stomach churned violently.
"So that's why…" I whispered.
Why people hated me.
Why my family looked at me with discomfort.
Why no matter what I did, the world seemed to reject me.
I wasn't just unlucky.
I was written to be hated.
Tears streamed down my face as the system delivered its final blow.
[Choice Available.]
The screen shifted.
[Option One: Abandon the Villainess Path.]
Live quietly. Avoid key characters. Receive no rewards.
Survival probability: Moderate.
[Option Two: Continue the Villainess Path.]
Win the favor of the male lead. Follow the story's core events.
Reward: 100,000,000,000.
My breath hitched.
"One hundred… billion?" I whispered.
An absurd number. A fortune so large it could change everything.
But I knew the cost.
The white tiger.
The man who would one day kill me.
As if summoned by my thoughts, a presence filled the doorway.
I looked up.
He stood there, tall and striking, white tiger ears flicking slightly as his golden eyes met mine. The candlelight caught his sharp features, making him look almost unreal.
The white tiger beastman.
The man I was destined to love.
The man destined to hate me.
The man who would end my life.
Our eyes locked.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Something unreadable flickered in his gaze. Curiosity. Wariness. Maybe even dislike.
I felt my heart betray me, beating faster despite the terror crawling up my spine.
This was how it started.
The first step toward a tragic ending.
I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms.
If I followed the story, I would die.
If I ran away, I would lose everything.
The system's voice echoed softly in my mind.
[Please make your choice.]
I lifted my head slowly, forcing my tears back.
If fate wanted me to be a villainess…
Then I would decide how I became one.
And this time—
I would not die quietly.