Venus has a lousy dad and an annoying stepmom. However, that's enough to end there; because her dad (who turned out to be not her real dad) threw her into darkness, which led her to another dimension called Second Earth, a world where the volts, humans with Talent, live. Like someone who feels lucky, she feels like she was given a second, more decent life. It, as it turned out, wasn't quite what she had thought. She had only been there a few days and was sentenced to death. Not to mention the fact about who her real biological parents are. As if that wasn't enough, it was as if her mind was infiltrated by a demon who claimed to be her great-grandfather. Happiness seemed to be eroded little by little from her and she felt that life as a homeless person on First Earth, her original world, would feel better than here. Her heart became more and more shrouded in gloom and she transformed into the image of someone that the people of Second Earth wanted. Being a bad person wasn't her choice in the first place, but hell could handle it, Venus thought. She was tired of being a good person. Then will her ending be as easy as she imagined? Will she be able to turn back into what one would call a good girl? Or is her path to being a sadistic and cruel person the best for her? The destiny of a dark descendant. Will her story be different?View More
She was a woman who looked so graceful. Her face was like the moonlight in the night: soft, beautiful and radiant. Her hair was jet black; even so, streaks of gray were clearly visible in her hair that hung down to her back. Her fingers were slender and smooth, her body was in a pale blue silk dress; she is like the image of a goddess in the past. When she turned around, a smile crossed her face. However, you could not help but see how sad her eyes seemed to be. A middle-aged man came up to her. His body is sturdy and the destiny of the life he lives makes his expression in such a way: flat, unreachable. However, when he saw his wife smiling, that face was no longer frozen. A smile now broke the violence on his face. This man, without saying anything, took the woman in his arms, caressing the back of the figure he loved so much. In the silence of the night, on a quiet hill and among the singing of the crickets that seemed to chime in rhythm, they were silent, hugging and enjoying t
"Vina, do you want to change your name?" the man asked her seductively. "Why do you look so displeased when I call you by your name?""Shut up!" Vina snapped. "I can't possibly change the name my mother gave me!"The man in front of her just smiled and then just walked away from in front of her.Vina Hansen sighed. She hopes to tell her readers that she is a realistic person even though she likes to fantasize. However, what was she supposed to say other than that her brain might have been damaged and she was having severe hallucinations? Maybe it is just a sad nightmare, maybe it's a reality that only exists in the minds of lunatics. Vina could almost imagine how the readers raised their eyebrows with disapproval expressions at her.They should know I am sighing by now, she thought.She really wants to type a status on her social media that she is not a good person who should take up the valuable time of her readers.Vina is a girl, twenty years and three months old, who had never act
In the end, Vina did not fantasize that day. Instead, she immediately took her dirty clothes in the laundry basket and went to the well behind her house. She does not have a washing machine to be able to wash clothes automatically; at least she could not afford it just yet. Every time she had planned in the previous month to buy a washing machine, for some reason there was always another, more important plan in the next month. She couldn't blame anyone for that. After all, it was her own brain that had such plans. She used to think about buying a washing machine, but then finally decided that buying land and building a house was more important than that. Barely a year later, had her plan worked. Her house is small and simple, roomy enough for just two adults like Vina and her mother to live. However, she is a human; Vina sometimes has dreams of renovating her house to be even better. Fortunately, for her, she has a little common sense to prioritize work so that she earns more, so sh
Her arm was still throbbing in pain. She was trying her best not to cry; she had never been hurt so seriously in her life. The worst she has ever had was a scratch, just a little scratch. However, what one of the Seven Beauties said just now seemed to stop the pain for an instant… only a moment, because a split second later the feeling hit her again. Like crashing waves crashing against rocks, then blown by the wind that comes so fast from the middle of the sea. Vina realized that people who dream wouldn't realize that they are dreaming… and cannot feel the pain from a wound. The girl froze as she grimaced, glancing at the seven women in front of her as well as Xingsheng who looked just as surprised as she was. The Chinese actor pinched himself and his expression twisted slightly and then froze, just like her. "What the hell are we going through right now?" Vina hissed at Xingsheng, between bewilderment and anger. She gritted her teeth as she bent slightly against the pain in her a
Xingsheng almost lunged at Astha as she thrust the silver dagger straight into Vina's gaping wound. However, the other six women held his efforts back. Surprisingly, Xingsheng's strength really doesn't match them, even though the Chinese actor has a fairly muscular body and often does weightlifting. "What did you do to her?" Xingsheng shouted angrily. The man's anger became more and more unbearable when Vina kept screaming in pain with her body limp, but for some reason it seemed as if she couldn't get up from her current position. "Stop it, you bunch of bastard!" Vina cursed loudly until her voice was hoarse. "Stop!" Astha, the woman with sharp narrow eyes, didn't pull the dagger she stuck into Vina's arm nor plunged deeper into it. She just left the dagger there, her hand raised to chest level, right above the girl from Siji's body. What she did was to prevent Vina from getting up from her current lying position, as well as to minimize the rebellion from the girl's body. Thus,
"You speak so confidently, as if you've experienced this before," Vina squinted, her eyes fixed on the patch of clouds in the sky that was visible from the open ceiling. Liu Xingsheng half turned his head and let out a sound like he was chuckling softly. He moved to lift the bamboo chair with light steps, but had to be surprised and almost fell backwards because it turned out that the object to sit on was quite heavy. He wondered why that was. The man glanced over, but Vina didn't seem to notice him. He let out an imperceptible sigh of relief. "Well," Xingsheng mumbled lowly, his muscles bulging slightly as he returned to where Vina was lying carrying the bamboo chair. "I have to admit, I've never had anything quite like this happen, but I've been imagining, speculating, whatever you say; and it turns out to be facing something that makes me… kind of dumbfounded. Although what I suspected wasn't something bad." Vina turned her head to the side when she heard Xingsheng lower the ch
"You can't just walk into a room and say you want to kill someone all of a sudden just because they didn't say their name," said Vina flatly but piercingly. "Vina!" Xingsheng warned quietly. The emaciated man looked at her so sharply. "You could say that if I really were your enemy right now." Xingsheng frowned with a questioning expression. "Who are you?" The man as pale as a corpse walked over. Vina couldn't help but think about how the steps taken by that figure could seem so heavy, even though his body looked like it was only made up of bones. She blinked in surprise, as the figure got closer to them. The small rod with the sharp tip seemed to glisten slightly as the light from the open ceiling hit it. It was made of metallic iron; looks small, but dangerous if the wearer knows how to use it. The figure suddenly pointed its eccentric weapon towards Liu Xingsheng's neck, to which he half raised his hand, alarmed by the threat of the strange man in front of them. "I'll ask you
Nawa closed the door of the Hall of Beauty slowly, then turned to Heuras and smiled sweetly. The emaciated man who had just received a smile from one of the Seven Beauties simply nodded, while he sat on the ledge leaning against the post, his hands tightly gripping the iron rod. "You shouldn't be so nice to them," Heuras muttered in a deep voice, but it sounded so bitter to Nawa's ears. The mature woman who had a near-perfect stature walked over. She stood in front of Heuras, her hands on the ledge, her head tilted up, gazing affectionately at the cornflower blue flowers. Nawa finally looked down again after a while, and then looked at the man who was as pale as a corpse calmly. "Father doesn't have to worry like this all the time. They, however, wouldn't have ended up like this if Lord Immortal hadn't committed this crime ever again." Heuras, Nawa's biological father, snorted as sarcastically as he could. He gripped his sharp iron rod tightly. "Why do you go along with calling hi
"That much?" Xingsheng exclaimed in surprise. "And they… Lord Immortal brought them all here?" The three Beauties nodded slowly. However, a few seconds later, the petite woman in the orange dress shook her head. Her facial expression was neutral. "If only the Portal could be closed forever," the woman said, her eyes staring into empty air, "Lord Immortal wouldn't be able to do this anymore." "I don't understand," Vina interrupted suddenly. They all looked at her. "I mean, this guy did a lot of evil deeds, didn't he? Why do you have to address him so respectfully like that?" The three Beauties looked at each other in three directions. Vina rather wanted to feel what it was like to glance at each other in three directions. Again, the woman in the orange dress answered, while Nawa could only smile awkwardly and Astha didn't put any expression on her face. "He has a special relationship with the royals," she said in a casual tone. "You can't go too far or you will lose your head."
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