I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 105: Was The World Scripted?

Chapter 105: Was The World Scripted?

But it didn’t stop there. Oh no, it went on for days. Quietly. Relentlessly. And she kept it all to herself.

Why were the Threads even there in the first place?

Why did everything feel so... mechanical?

Like the world was running on gears instead of magic.

She paused mid-step one afternoon, staring at a bird frozen mid-flap in the sky.

The Threads around it didn’t flutter. They ticked.Like clock hands.

That’s when it hit her.

Wait.

Was this world... scripted?

No, that couldn’t be...

And yet... it made far too much sense.

Back then, Verena had been insufferable. She was cruel, taunting, almost delighting in tormenting her. But right in the middle of her broken engagement with Raphael, something shifted.

Something shone behind her eyes.

Was it self-awareness? Confusion?

It was like someone had turned on a light in a room Verena didn’t know existed.

And then, she ran.

Only to return later, acting like nothing had happened. Like someone had reset her or pulled her strings. Or rather, had new strings.

Not only that, the threads of reality were hopelessly tangled. And the more she walked among them, the more she noticed strings that extended far beyond her reach, beyond her understanding.

The deeper she saw, the smaller she felt like a damsel caught in a web too vast to escape.

She shook her head, unwilling to show any confusion in that moment. After all, she had been sitting down to lunch with Beatrice.

She’d always known the girl was sharp, surprisingly intellectual, even despite her baffling tendency to toss herself at men like some bargain-bin trinket on clearance.

"Is it just me, or does the whole world feel like a play?" Evelyn muttered, staring into the swirl of her tea like it held answers.

"Oh?" Beatrice set down her cup with a soft clink. "Well... there is a legend I know."

There was a legend, though no one knew who first told it.

It existed only in fragments, scribbled in the margins of forbidden tomes, murmured by mad scholars, or found etched into ruins that predated memory.

It spoke of celestial beings, eight of them, each descending from the great dark beyond.

They took form in the lower realms to play out an eternal performance, something devised to entertain the ones above, whose gaze was said to unravel reality itself.

They were said to orbit in perfect balance, tethered by unseen laws, their motions part of some intricate cosmic design.

But there was a ninth.

Pluto.

They had not been chosen. They had not been welcomed. Their orbit was erratic, their presence questioned. Were they one of them or merely a shadow at the edge?

They say they were given a chance, a cruel, impossible trial, to prove they belonged.

And so, the game began.

Each time it ends, the cycle resets.

The stage changes, the names shift, the setting evolves, but the roles remain, and Pluto is always there, at the edge of belonging, trying to be part of a harmony that was never written for them.

"At least, that’s how the legend goes... It’s not something people talk about. I only know of it because I like reading forbidden texts. They say it was the genesis—the formation and myth behind the solar system itself."

"What if we were part of that?"

"What do you mean?"

Evelyn chuckled softly. "Never mind." If she actually said what she was thinking, everyone would probably call her insane.

"How are things with Sera lately?"

"She’s... confusing."

"And you? Are you in any covenant?"

"No... Who’d invite a weirdo like me, anyway?"

"Well..." Evelyn hesitated. Technically, she qualified as a weirdo too. "Want to join me?"

"Wait... Are you SERIOUS?!"

***

Evelyn opened the door to the small room where Sera was already waiting, lounging on a chair with a bored expression. She looked up, eyes narrowing as Evelyn stepped in.

"So," Evelyn said, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips, "Beatrice is joining us."

Sera’s face contorted into an exaggerated scowl. "Ugh, another weirdo? Great. What’s next? Are we going to invite the entire circus? Maybe a fortune teller with a crystal ball while we’re at it?"

Evelyn chuckled. "She’s not that bad. She’s... unique."

"Unique?" Sera scoffed. "More like a walking glitter explosion. I bet she’s got a magic wand hidden somewhere, ready to turn everything into a sparkly disaster."

"She’s not that bad," Evelyn repeated, rolling her eyes.

Sera leaned back, crossing her arms. "I mean, what’s next? Is she going to show up in a neon tutu with a pet unicorn and a suitcase full of lip gloss?"

Evelyn snickered, unable to suppress the laugh. "You’re terrible."

"Hey, I call it like I see it," Sera shrugged. "As long as she doesn’t try to decorate my weapons with rhinestones, we’ll be fine."

Over the next few days, something strange happened.

Despite their differences, the three of them—Evelyn, Beatrice, and Sera—started spending more time together.

It began with awkward silence and hesitant glances, but as they slowly found their rhythm, it became surprisingly fun.

Their first shared activity? A reading session. Of all things, romance novels.

Beatrice was, of course, thrilled.

She was practically vibrating with excitement as she pulled out a hefty collection of dusty books she had somehow procured. "This one’s a classic!" she declared, practically glowing. "It’s got a brooding hero, a misunderstood heroine, and, of course, the forbidden kiss by the moonlight."

"Wait, we’re really doing this?" Sera complained.

"You haven’t lived until you’ve experienced the angst of unrequited love and tragic destiny!"

But to everyone’s surprise, Sera ended up snatching the book from Beatrice’s hands, half against her will. "Fine, I’ll read it. But if I end up getting all... sappy..." She didn’t finish the sentence, her voice trailing off in mock horror.

A day later, Evelyn spotted Verena from across the cafeteria, surrounded by a circle.

No, not today. Not today.

She could already feel the familiar sting of her chest tightening, her palms growing clammy as she mentally prepared for battle.

She had to avoid her. I don’t need this drama in my life right now, just focus on the path, just focus on the path, don’t look, don’t look...

But her eyes, traitorous as ever, slowly wandered back to Verena. And there she was—standing tall, exuding that calm, collected aura. She had that annoying, flawless grace that made it impossible for Evelyn to breathe properly.

Then, as if fate was out to get her, Verena did something completely... unacceptable.

She pat Sera on the head.

Wait.Wait—WHAT?!

What does this mean? Why is she patting Sera? Did Sera get the ’special treatment’ too now?

She gritted her teeth, feeling a dangerous heat rising in her chest. Why the hell am I jealous? She’s just patting her like a dog!

But no. She couldn’t help herself.

The sight of Verena’s hand lingering on Sera’s head felt like betrayal.

Was this some sort of... bonding moment? Oh no, Evelyn was not having it.

Oh no, no, no, this is not how things work, Verena! You don’t get to... to... pat other people like that!

Stop it, Evelyn. It’s just a pat. You’re overreacting. Focus. Control yourself. Breathe. Think of... think of...

"Evelyn!"

She snapped out of her internal chaos and turned to see Beatrice running toward her, her usual reserved demeanor replaced by a surprising burst of energy.

"What are you doing standing there all mopey?" Beatrice teased, practically skidding to a stop in front of her. "Did you get lost in your own head again?"

Evelyn blinked, startled for a moment, but then she couldn’t help but smile at Beatrice’s directness. "I wasn’t—"

"Oh please," Beatrice cut her off with a dramatic wave of her hand. "I’ve been watching you. You look like you’re about to implode. C’mon, come with me! Let’s grab something to eat."

The simple action of someone pulling her out of her overthinking bubble, felt oddly grounding.

"What’s this? A pity party?" Sera scoffed, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed the lightheartedness of her teasing. "Are you finally dragging her out of her brooding cave?"

She hadn’t realized how much she needed this, their presence, their bizarre but real sense of camaraderie. "I wasn’t brooding," she muttered, but the blush creeping up her neck was enough to give her away.

Was this what Verena meant? To have more friends to rely on?

Evelyn found herself spending more time with Beatrice and Sera than she ever thought she would.

But as the week wore on, Evelyn couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

It started with Verena. The woman who had once been so commanding, so full of energy and sharp wit, had grown quieter, more distant.

At first, Evelyn told herself it was nothing, that maybe Verena was just busy, caught up in something she couldn’t see.

But as the days passed, that subtle shift became impossible to ignore.

"EVELYN, WAKE UP!"

Blinking groggily, she opened her eyes to find Beatrice and Sera standing at the edge of her bed. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide with worry.

"What happened?" Evelyn mumbled, her voice thick with sleep as she rubbed her eyes, still in her pajamas.

"VERENA IS GONE!"

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