After Being Forced Into a Facial Paralysis, the Villain Said I’m Such a Drama Queen - Chapter 1

“Heh, stop struggling. These handcuffs are custom-made; don’t even think about escaping.”

As Sheng Xia’s consciousness gradually flickered to life, she heard a male voice with a forced “airy” quality it sounded overall like something deep-fried, incredibly greasy.

She moved her wrists, and the crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the enclosed, dark space.

As she opened her eyes, a paragraph of text materialized before her:

“She is her substitute; he loves her only to give her kidneys to his White Moonlight.

She is his plaything; he loves her only to vent his own desires.

She is the long-lost biological daughter of the Xu family, yet she suffers hardships in the outside world.

Countless men are infatuated with her, loving her and hating her all at once.

She flees, he pursues; ultimately, a captive in a deep, sadistic love, she cannot fly away even with wings.”

Sheng Xia: “……”

Her right hand was cuffed to the headboard post. Sheng Xia struggled to sit up and caught sight of the man standing at the foot of the bed. Another segment of the plot regarding him appeared.

Skipping over some useless descriptions, she finally realized that her supposed reincarnation was actually a “transmigration” into a book.

She had transmigrated as a “Mary Sue” protagonist who attracts everyone. In the near future, she would encounter various types of scumbags the overbearing, the gentle, the cute, and the energetic. They would toy with her feelings, snatch her family fortune, and eventually, she would have her kidneys dug out by a female rival and be brutally mistreated.

The man before her was neither a CEO nor a Movie King, but a criminal stalker with a prior record.

He had been watching her for half a month before locking her in this long-prepared basement.

This plot point existed solely to establish the “pitiable” setting for the heroine; being kidnapped would leave her with claustrophobia, at which point a supporting character with a significant role would appear to rescue her.

The room was very dark, illuminated only by the faint light from the man’s flashlight. Sheng Xia quietly surveyed her surroundings. The smell of dampness and rot drifted into her nose; this room likely hadn’t been opened in a long time.

“Wouldn’t it have been better to be this obedient from the start?” The man who kidnapped her was about forty years old. He wore glasses and looked somewhat refined, yet his eyes were filled with a disgusting, fanatic glow.

The man seemed to have things to do. He checked the handcuffs, and after ensuring they were secure, he walked out in his slippers.

The creak-creak sound of footsteps on the wooden floor was eerily unsettling.

The room fell silent for a few minutes, save for the hum of the ventilation fan. Once certain the man had gone far enough, Sheng Xia quickly scanned the story details before her. Looking at the ending of this protagonist who shared her name her breathing felt constricted.

With scumbags lurking in front and a hypocritical, cold-blooded super-villain hunting her from behind, the book spanned 3,777 chapters. For 3,000 of them, the heroine was either being abused or on the way to being abused.

Sheng Xia felt that this book wasn’t worth transmigrating into.

Although she had desperately wanted a second chance at life before she died, this “crematorium” of a plot was absolutely terrifying!!

She had zero desire to travel across oceans while pregnant to give birth to seven sons, nor did she want to experience the sensation of waking up and running across a 500-square-meter bed. She only wanted to enjoy a stable, peaceful life.

As Sheng Xia looked at the book in her mind with complex emotions, the world around her froze, and a white light flashed.

Plot synchronization complete. Now connecting you to customer service.

Because the desire to procreate was declining in many small worlds, reincarnation slots were limited, and many ghosts remained stranded in the Underworld. With nothing to do, these ghosts loved to harass other spirits, causing the workload of the Ghost Officials to skyrocket. Out of desperation, they developed a “Book Transmigration Service,” allowing individuals who died young and met moral standards to restart their lives in books, while letting the bored ghosts act as supervisors.

This world was originally a melodramatic, “dog-blood” tragedy novel that had begun to sprout a primitive self-awareness. It was a world worth reforming, which is why the Ghost Messenger had brought Sheng Xia here.

Hello, dear! Press 1 for plot details, press 2 to purchase props, press 3 for transmigration services… Press 9 for a ghost-person representative.

Sheng Xia: “9.”

Understood, dear. Press 1 for fortune telling, press 2 for emotional trends, press 3 for the wealth manual, press 4 for mission directives…

Sheng Xia suppressed her patience: “4.”

Dear, once you enter the world, the plot will continue to move. You must do your best to survive within the limits of the law. During this process, supervisors will follow your journey at all times.

Sheng Xia lowered her eyes. This condition seemed broad, but it actually hid a massive contradiction.

Because this novel almost entirely lacked logic, the law was like a little girl who could be dressed up however those in power pleased. Furthermore, the main characters were all “law-breakers.”

Staying legal was the hardest part.

Sheng Xia asked, “Do I need to follow the plot?”

“Of course not. You only need to ensure you aren’t discovered as an outsider by the local residents. However, a warm tip: if you don’t follow the script, you might accidentally trigger other sub-plots where the story and dangers are unknown. Please consider carefully, dear!”

In many worlds, some systems forced hosts to follow the plot to complete tasks. This system wasn’t like those “unlicensed” ones. Even if Sheng Xia turned the world upside down, it would be a testament to her own ability.

Thinking of this, the System glanced at Sheng Xia’s resume and wasn’t worried about her safety at all.

The intern read the lines mechanically and then answered Sheng Xia’s questions.

During the progression of the plot, you have three opportunities to contact me.

If there are no further questions, the live-stream system will follow you to determine if you are fit to remain in this world. The criteria are set by the Underworld and will be announced at the ending. Dear, as long as you safely navigate the plot in the early stages, you can successfully obtain the permit for this world.

After explaining a few more details and reaching an agreement, the world resumed its flow. Accepting the jade pendant from the system, Sheng Xia clicked on the live stream. This stream functioned like a monitoring system to prevent anyone from breaking regulations and throwing the world into chaos.

Aside from private matters, she could choose whether or not to stream according to her own wishes once the probation period passed.

Lightly tapping the virtual screen in the air, a flurry of bullet comments immediately popped up. Most were ghosts attracted by this new format.

Is this the human world?! It doesn’t look any different from the Underworld…

True, it’s also pitch black.

Holy crap, we’re starting with a “restraint play”? Is it always this intense?

Some ghosts noticed Sheng Xia was currently cuffed to the bed. They quickly flipped through the synopsis and realized the situation.

Host, this is a bad start. In the novel plot, you’re supposed to be locked up for a whole week.

The comments were bustling. It was all because Sheng Xia’s face looked so innocent and tender like a flower in a greenhouse that couldn’t withstand a single gust of wind or rain, triggering a strong protective instinct.

Especially knowing what she was about to endure, their hearts filled with pity.

The wooden headboard had slats shaped like a comb. The other end of the handcuffs was fixed to one of these wooden bars. To escape, she either had to pick the lock or break the wood—clearly, Sheng Xia didn’t seem to have the means for either.

While everyone was chattering about how to get out, the sound of the main door being pushed open caused the comments to stop abruptly.

The door was likely rusted and prone to jamming. The man seemed impatient and kicked it directly. The sound of the iron door hitting the wall was exceptionally clear in the small room.

After silence returned, the sound of leather boots clicking on the floor approached, step by step with a heavy thud. The newcomer lit a candle. The weak light was enough for Sheng Xia to see that the man had changed into a suit and was holding a rope.

He portrayed the image of a pervert to the fullest. Seeing how skillfully he set the scene, it was clear he hadn’t done this for the first time.

I’m already prepared to switch channels.

+1. My heart aches for the host for a second; she’s about to be finished right after transmigrating. Though a novel wasn’t a fully mature world, dying here meant truly dying, with no room for reversal.

The man stared at Sheng Xia with obsession, wanting to enjoy her terror and cowering. Instead, he met a pair of clear, cool eyes that were flat, almost carrying a hint of amusement.

This defiance of his expectations infuriated him. “What? You think I won’t dare do anything to you?”

Sheng Xia pinched her fingers to gauge her strength and shook her head. “No, it’s just that your tie is crooked.”

In the split second the man looked down, Sheng Xia exerted force. She yanked the other end of the handcuffs, hard enough to snap the wooden bar from the headboard, and then leaped up without hesitation.

Smack! She slammed the wooden bar into the man’s face. The force was so great that two of his teeth flew out instantly.

The people in the live stream felt as though the flying, bloody teeth were shown in a close-up.

???

What was that? How does my “little white flower” sweetie have the strength of someone who can uproot a willow tree?

It wasn’t until Sheng Xia knocked the man unconscious and fished out the key to unlock the handcuffs that the comments started scrolling like crazy.

Holy crap! I’m blind! How could I have thought the host was a frail dodder flower?!

I’ll drink a cup of Yellow Spring water to toast my previous delusion.

I’m staying! I’m staying! My heart is full of anticipation, I even want to see the host massacre everyone!

Sheng Xia ignored the comments. She leaned over to pick up the candle, blowing softly to reignite the dying flame. She held it over the man’s face now missing his front teeth and said with a smile: “What? You think I won’t dare do anything to you?”

Seeing the heavy malice hidden beneath the man’s terrified gaze, Sheng Xia paused her movement and found the light switch on the wall.

The moment the light flickered on, the man seized the physiological reaction of a person suddenly exposed to bright light the reflexive closing of the eyes. He struggled up from the ground and lunged at her.

A roar accompanied his heavy breathing. The ghosts in the live stream subconsciously held their breath.

To their surprise, Sheng Xia wasn’t affected by the light at all. She simply stood there watching him. As he approached, she tossed the candle at him. While he dodged, her hand shot out, grabbing the man’s tie. She yanked it down violently while simultaneously driving her knee upward.

The man, weighing over 150 pounds, was like a trash bag in her hands, yet any keen observer could see Sheng Xia hadn’t even used her full strength.

The basement fell silent again, save for the man’s uncontrollable groans of pain.

With the lights on, Sheng Xia could see that all four walls were covered in photos of women some taken through stalking, others serving as evidence of assault.

She took the phone from the pervert’s person. Just as she was about to dial a number, she noticed the phone emitting a sharp sound; the monitor feed of the entrance automatically popped up.

It was the sound of a police siren.

In the original plot, her rescue wasn’t supposed to happen for several days. Realizing something was off, Sheng Xia decided to hide her true strength and quickly staged the scene.

When a flurry of hurried footsteps approached, Sheng Xia curled up in the corner. Under the man’s terrified gaze, she looked up with a frail expression. “Don’t come over.”

“Can anyone… can anyone save me…” Her voice carried a sob and a hint of despair, reaching the ears of the rescuers perfectly.

The man, beaten bloody and leaking air through his missing teeth, widened his eyes in shock: “???”

Save who?? Fuck, the one who should be screaming for help is clearly ME!!!

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