Chapter 1: The Game Begins
We all died that day. When we woke up, it wasn’t heaven or hell—it was a game, and we were the pawns.
[System prompt: The heir’s first love always had a tiny beauty mark just below her hairline.]
The class queen flashed a confident, almost cocky smile.
That night, she snuck into the club, lit up the dance floor, and at just the right moment, gracefully tilted her neck to show off the beauty mark.
The young heir was instantly captivated. He clapped, impressed, and whisked her away to his family’s mansion before the night was even over.
The rest of the class watched, green with envy.
"Guess the class queen’s snagged the raid bonus now."
"Man, I wish I could fall for a hot, powerful guy from the old days too."
But the next day, everything changed. The class queen died a violent death.
In the heir’s mansion, there was a porcelain vase—so realistic it was chilling.
Inside, the girl’s limbs had been chopped off, blood and tears streaking her face, and the beauty mark on her neck had been gouged out.
Right then, the system chimed in:
[All strategy players, life countdown has begun. Please begin your raid as soon as possible.]