In this world overrun by monsters, it awaits heroes to write their own legends.

Unfortunately, you are not the pure and flawless female lead, nor the delicate and privileged villainess, but the universally disliked cannon fodder third female.

The original host secretly loved the male lead, schemed against the female lead, and spent her whole life sabotaging the main couple’s romance, letting the sister-obsessed second male lead trample her underfoot, and using her life to define the word “foolish.”

“So you mean... if I steal the female lead’s man, I’ll succeed?”

“Sorry, your target for the strategy is... the female lead’s younger brother.”

—Younger brother?

—Yes, the one who secretly loves his sister but can’t have her, with twisted intentions, a dark mind, and ruthless means... the black lotus younger brother.

A true yandere who devours girls—without spitting out the skin.

Stir up romance, turn the world upside down, vanquish demons and uphold the righteous path... time to win over the yandere w

Chapter 1 Substitute Bride (Part 1)

A girl in red sat before the dressing table.

Her long, soft hair was neatly coiled up, adorned with a golden phoenix hairpiece. The phoenix held a pearl in its beak, which hung down over her smooth forehead.

A large red camellia was pinned at an angle above her temple. The edges of the petals were a bit withered—not freshly picked from the garden, but hastily plucked from a vase arrangement that afternoon.

There were no more flowers left in the garden.

Night fell like ink, thunder rumbled like a beast’s roar, lightning flashed, and rain poured down in torrents. The crashing sound was like ten thousand horses galloping. Without even looking, one could imagine that the unprotected flowers had already been beaten into a carpet of ruined red petals by the rain.

Thin, bony fingers stroked the withered petals. She thought, no matter how rushed, it should still look a bit festive.

The girl in the mirror smiled faintly.

Today is my wedding day, after all.

The smile spread, but that snow-white face suddenly froze, turning in an instant into a lifeless mask. The next moment, the muscles on her face began to move ever so slightly—the smile slowly faded away.

A glimmer of curiosity and calm appeared in her dazed eyes.

Olivia Sullivan sat at an angle, carefully examining the face in the mirror: a pale face, slender brows, almond-shaped eyes, thin lips, and a sharp, pointed chin.

It was the look of a delicate, demure beauty. If only those bright eyes were set a bit closer together, she might have had a shot at being a seductive vixen whose gaze could electrify, the type to bring ruin to kingdoms. Unfortunately, Ethan Sullivan’s eyes were set a bit wide apart, giving a gentle, harmless impression. Even if she tried to cross her eyes, she still looked pitiful rather than dangerous.

Olivia Sullivan sighed deeply: Some people just aren’t meant to be the heroine—you can even tell from their face.

She touched her thin chin, frowning slightly.

Ethan Sullivan was too thin, so thin it was uncomfortable to look at. Throughout history, plumper women were considered more fortunate. According to the old superstitions, this face was a sign of poor luck and a short life.

Olivia Sullivan stood up, the bright red wedding dress falling to the floor, her figure faintly reflected in the bronze mirror.

The wedding was arranged in a hurry; no one knew where the dress had been borrowed from. It didn’t fit, so the waist was pinned in with fine silver needles. The wide sleeves covered her hands, and the dress hung awkwardly on her body. The gold embroidery was lost in the folds, making the details hard to see.

Ethan Sullivan was as thin as a bean sprout, used to hunching her shoulders and lowering her head, making her look timid and withdrawn.

Olivia straightened her back forcefully, glanced sideways at the mirror, and saw a frowning, impatient face. Startled, she quickly relaxed her brows—maybe it was her own preconceived dislike for Ethan Sullivan that made her even resent this body, which really wasn’t fair.

In this era, traveling between parallel worlds had become commonplace. Any random event in daily life could trigger a multidimensional journey. As for how Olivia Sullivan ended up in Ethan Sullivan’s world, it was all because she had written a book review in a fit of righteous anger in the middle of the night.

The book in question was the melodramatic romance queen Dylan Brooks’s so-called “ten-year comeback, a dazzling transformation” fantasy novel, "Monster Catcher."

In her younger, more naive days, Olivia Sullivan had shed many tears over those melodramatic romances. Ten years later, for the sake of nostalgia, she stayed up late to read Dylan Brooks again, only to be met with a string of “WTF”s in her dorm bed in the middle of the night.