‘How could this be!’

Velian remembered!

She remembered everything!

She had originally been a male college student from Blue Planet, and after staying up late ‘doing what guys do’ and suddenly dying, he transmigrated into a yuri mainstream manga he had been reading at the time.

The manga’s brushwork was vivid, and even a well-read veteran like himself wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face under such exquisite art style and dynamic presentation.

At the time, it had been revered by Velian as the bible of her life.

Even something like lilies could perform many kinds of “actions.”

In short, in the final ending, Velian was defeated and killed by the hero through a revenge-like method involving a curse.

As the artist’s final dance—something that would land them in prison after finishing it—it was created with a lifetime’s worth of effort, and every action imaginable by humans appeared once.

It was incredibly exhilarating.

In the story, although Anlis had been cursed just like now, she was able to treat the curse as a setback because of her talent Stronger Through Adversity and continuously grow stronger.

The curse instead became a cheat-like advantage, accelerating her growth.

Thus, in the final battle, the hero easily pinned the Demon King beneath her.

The pathological hero abandoned sleep and food, and upon hearing Velian’s screams, her thoughts became clear.

The clock rotated across the panels, each time segment representing an action, an absolute masterpiece.

The battle lasted a full forty-nine days, with two hundred ninety-four actions, begging and escape were useless, until defeat and complete disappearance.

At this moment, Velian’s long hair was somewhat disheveled, and under normal circumstances she might have laughed loudly at that Demon King.

But now, she was that Demon King.

And she had done the exact same stupid thing as in the original work!

At this moment, she truly felt a sense of helplessness as if guided by fate, as though something had been manipulating her invisibly.

‘Damn! I’m so pissed I’m laughing, just who the hell sealed my memories?’

Velian’s expression twisted together, yet even while frowning, the beauty and cuteness in her bones couldn’t be concealed.

If it weren’t for her memories being sealed, there was no way Velian would have come here.

Perhaps she would have stayed in the Abyss slacking off, since living miserably is better than dying, completely lying flat.

Her memories began to search.

[Velian! As the Corruption Monarch and the vanguard Demon King of the Abyssal race, how can you hide in your own castle and live peacefully! Hurry and go spread disaster in the real world! Don’t forget your mission!]

[That’s right, that’s right! You are the hope of our Abyssal race! Our future is entrusted to you! Please carry everyone’s expectations and spread the disaster of corruption to every corner!]

[Damn it, she really won’t budge no matter what we say, and she’s even saying strange things like she absolutely doesn’t want to go out because she’ll definitely get wrecked to death… how about we join forces and use a forbidden technique to fill her with motivation?]

[Alright! Let’s join forces!]

It was the other Demon Kings who did it!

It seemed that because she knew the ending and decided to slack off in the Abyss instead of going to the real world, those overly competitive ones couldn’t stand it, so they used a forbidden technique to seal away the reason for her laziness, which just happened to seal this segment of her memory.

Then, filled with motivation, the moment she left the Abyss, she ran over here eagerly to ambush the hero.

‘So what should I do now? The curse can’t be undone anymore, if I leave it like this, I’ll definitely end up just as miserable as in the ending.’

Pacing back and forth, Velian bit her nails, her face full of panic and agitation.

Whenever she thought about it, the exquisite scenes from the manga would uncontrollably appear in her mind.

‘What did forty-nine days feel like? Ah!!! I don’t want to know what that feels like at all! Rather than ending up like that in the manga, I’d rather get stabbed to death by the holy sword!’

Velian stomped her boots, her delicate face extremely twisted as a strand of pure corruption power condensed at her fingertips, with just a trace, the girl before her would instantly die.

But her hand stopped midair, unable to fall.

After finally being reborn once more.

She didn’t want to die.

Whether it was that kind of death in the ending or being stabbed by the holy sword.

Killing the current Anlis would undoubtedly be extremely easy.

But if she killed Anlis like this, a new hero would quickly be born.

The forbidden technique used to locate the hero required an unknown cost.

Even activating it once was a massive drain.

After finally reincarnating into a being that was invincible from the start, setting aside the matter of turning from a man into a loli, anyway her chest was as flat as when she was a man, at least this power was absolutely real.

‘Should she imprison the hero?’

No, no.

In her memories, it wasn’t like other Demon Kings hadn’t done this before, but didn’t they still get overturned in desperate comebacks?

It was as if in this world, the existence of Demon Kings was equivalent to a fixed respawning natural disaster, only to wait to be defeated by the hero in different ways.

‘What if I change the method?’

Velian suddenly stopped, a glint of thought flashing in her eyes, ‘Not the free-range style from the original, but…’

Suddenly, inspiration struck, and a bold plan formed in Velian’s mind.

‘But become the hero’s companion… constantly manipulate her, make her ignorant and useless, drive away her harem, seize her opportunities… then raise her into a useless person and keep her by my side, instilling the idea that she can only rely on me…’

Velian rubbed her chin, analyzing the feasibility.

‘Isn’t there also that trope where someone disguises themselves as the hero’s companion after being defeated? If they can do it, why can’t I? I’m even at full strength, enough to deal with most unexpected situations.’

Velian knew the original plot!

If she cut off all the hero’s opportunities, would a useless, ruined hero still have any chance of defeating her?

‘Maybe I can try it, and if it doesn’t work, I can just lock her in a dungeon, there’s no loss anyway.’

Velian’s eyes grew brighter as she let out a light laugh, the ink-black mist around her instantly retracting.

Her figure flickered slightly, her facial contours subtly adjusted, the original black long dress faded away, replaced by a tight black priest outfit that outlined her petite and delicate figure.

She looked exactly like a holy church nun.

Her gaze shifted to Anlis beneath her, and just looking at that face made the original plot surface uncontrollably in her mind, making her want to step on it and harshly punish and humiliate her.

‘Can’t you think of a more normal way of revenge? Sigh, though I guess I’m not in any position to say that.’

Speaking of which, why did she even think of using a curse back then?

This seemed to be a standard method of the succubus race, and her curse had also been learned from a succubus subordinate, who claimed it had a 100% success rate, that regardless of gender no one could resist their charm, and they had already used this method to corrupt many lives.

She had been misled by bad advice.

She bent down and lifted the still unconscious Anlis over her shoulder with one hand.

During the process, Anlis woke up for half a second from the shaking, only to be knocked out again by Velian’s quick reaction.

Looking toward a city not far away, Velian walked quickly in that direction.