["Soul data and body compatibility: 80%."]

["Soul transfer in progress. Fusion rate: 5%."]

["Host, please do your best to save the target and get revenge for the original owner."]

At this moment, Room 612 of the Imperial Court Club had practically gathered every top-tier rich playboy in Seaford. Their eyes, greedy as wolves, were all locked on the girl standing in the middle.

"Kneel."

The instant Vivienne Ashford’s soul entered the body, that cold, contemptuous male voice hit her ears. She still hadn’t fully synced with the body, and everything in front of her was a blur.

The next second, someone slammed a kick into her calf. Her body lurched forward out of control, and her knees crashed hard onto the icy tile floor.

All around her, there were voices full of mockery and gloating.

"Vivienne, what are you spacing out for? Didn’t you hear Mr. Vane talking to you?"

"You still think you’re the old Ashford family heiress or something? Back then you looked down on us, acted too good to hang out with us, and now look at you. Still gotta kneel in front of us like a dog."

"Hahaha! Kneel!"

["Body fusion: 50%."]

Now Vivienne could finally see the young man in front of her clearly.

He had his chin tipped up high, eyes full of disdain, his whole face carrying that ugly little thrill of revenge. "Kneel, and you’ll get the money for your mother’s treatment."

Then came a bright, sweet female voice.

"Big sis, if Auntie’s hospital fees still aren’t paid, they’re really going to throw her out. You care about her so much, surely you won’t just watch her die, right?"

"Besides, one kneel for five hundred thousand. People would kill for a deal like that. Sis, don’t be so clueless."

Celeste Ashford looked at Vivienne on the floor with open delight.

The once untouchable eldest daughter, the girl who used to stand high above everyone else, was now about to kneel before a guy who had once been nothing more than her pathetic simp, all for five hundred thousand.

What a rush.

["Body fusion: 67%."]

At sixty-seven percent fusion, she technically shouldn’t have been able to control the body at all.

If it had been any other situation, Vivienne would’ve waited until the fusion was complete before making a move. During the merging process, the soul felt like it was being crushed, kneaded, and forced into a shell that didn’t fully fit. The pain was already insane. If she moved on top of that, it would spike hundreds, even thousands of times worse.

But these filthy pests had already crawled right onto her head. If she still didn’t fight back now, then what kind of Demon Emperor was she? A total joke? Did they really think she had no pride at all?

Enduring the pain, she lifted her eyes to Celeste Ashford. Her pale, delicate face was full of mockery as she said, "Such a great deal. Want it for yourself?"

Celeste clearly hadn’t expected her to clap back. She got choked up on the spot, her face stiff, unable to squeeze out a word.

Vivienne Ashford braced a hand against the table and forced herself to stand. Her pretty almond-shaped eyes swept over the upright-looking young man in front of her. Make her kneel? Yeah right. Dream on.

She bent slightly, her jade-white fingers lifting the young man’s chin. With her other hand, she lightly patted Roderick Vane’s face again and again, her voice soft and airy, almost gentle.

"If you’d had even one peanut to sober you up, you wouldn’t be talking this drunk. Next time you run your mouth, look in a mirror first and see whether you’re even worthy."

Roderick’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

It was obviously still the same face, but without that usual cowardly look, it suddenly blazed with a kind of dazzling beauty that hit way too hard.

He changed his mind.

He didn’t want to ruin Vivienne anymore.

He wanted to have her.

He grabbed that slender hand of hers with a backhand move, his gaze turning hot. "You don’t have to kneel. Spend one night with me, and I’ll give you five hundred thousand. How about it?"

A playful smile curved on Vivienne’s lips. "One night with you?"

The young man nodded. "Sure. If you want to stay with me long-term, that’s not impossible either. Depends on how you perform."

Vivienne lowered her head and let out a short laugh, like she’d just heard the dumbest joke on earth. She shook free from his grip, then picked up the wineglass on the table and splashed the liquor straight into his face without holding back at all.

"Dummy, wake up. You want to sleep with me? You’re not on that level."

After saying that, Vivienne didn’t spare a glance for the people in the private room, all wearing different expressions. She turned and walked straight out of the dim room.

[Body fusion 100%]

[Plot data for this small world has been delivered.]

Vivienne didn’t slow down, but her face turned even paler.

The moment she finished receiving the plot of this small world, her expression went ice-cold.

What happened tonight had been a trap from start to finish, deliberately set by the male lead of this world, Roderick Vane, and the female lead, Celeste Ashford. A trap meant to crush the original host completely, to push her straight into hell.

The original host’s father had died in a car accident. The company was carved up by relatives at home, and she didn’t get a single cent. On top of that, she still had to care for her seriously ill mother in the hospital. And everyone knew the hospital was basically a money shredder. For her mother’s sake, of course she had no choice but to work hard and make money.

Celeste Ashford had taken advantage of that exact weakness. She lied and said there was a high-paying job here, then tricked the original host into coming over so this pack of spoiled rich brats could laugh at her like she was some joke.

If things had followed the original track, they would’ve forced the original host to make a complete fool of herself, then stuffed her with alcohol and filmed all kinds of videos.

The original host knew nothing about it. That night, she was humiliated from start to finish. By the time she woke up the next morning, the videos had already been thrown all over the internet.

For a while, no matter where she went, people pointed at her and whispered behind her back. The school, worried about its reputation, expelled her. Even the café where she worked part-time was scared of getting dragged down, so they fired her too...

And that still wasn’t the end of it. She kept getting harassed by all kinds of thugs. In the end, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she jumped off a building and killed herself.

And the reason Celeste Ashford and Roderick Vane did all this was laughably simple: they wanted to make sure the original host could never fight to reclaim the property that should’ve belonged to her father.

Vivienne Ashford let out a cold laugh. "Wow. Trash men and cheap women really are a match made in heaven."

This was 996’s first time working with Vivienne, but it knew very well how terrifying this big shot could be. It hurried to persuade her.

"[Host!! You absolutely cannot kill the male lead of this plane!! If the plane’s chosen son dies, the whole small world will collapse! We won’t be able to extract any energy, and all our work will be for nothing!!]"

Vivienne sneered. "Perfect. I wasn’t planning to let them die anyway."

She was going to strip these two chosen ones of everything they had.

What was the fun in killing them with one clean stab? No, the real fun was letting them watch what they possessed with their own eyes, then lose it bit by bit. Watching them sink into despair, unwillingness, and regret at the very end—that was the good part.

996 had no idea what Vivienne was really thinking. It just instinctively let out a breath of relief.

"[Who’s the rescue target in this world?]"

996 replied, "[Clarence Vane. Roderick Vane’s uncle, the current head of the Vane family, known as Second Master Vane. He has suffered from chronic insomnia for a long time and eventually became mentally unstable from being unable to sleep. He was sent to a sanatorium, and a few months later, he slit his wrists and committed suicide.]"

Vivienne gave another icy laugh. "So the chosen son and chosen daughter of this plane are basically vampires, huh? Celeste Ashford used the original host’s family fortune to climb into the top social circle of Haicheng, and Roderick Vane used Clarence Vane as a stepping stone to become the head of the Vane family."

996 said, "[The small world has limited energy. These worlds can only support the male and female leads by plundering other people’s energy and luck.]"

Vivienne laughed, sharp and mocking. "[That’s small-time thinking. Send me the rescue target’s location.]"

996 immediately gave her the coordinates. He was less than five hundred meters away from her.

Vivienne changed direction on the spot. Since she was here to do a mission, the sooner she started, the better.

Looking at the restroom just a few steps ahead, the system suddenly shrieked in alarm. "[Host!! Stop! This is the men’s—]"

Before it could even finish the word "restroom," Vivienne had already walked in.

Huangting really deserved its reputation as a high-end club. Even the restroom was decked out in ridiculous luxury. The whole space was done in a lavish Rococo style, bright and ornate, with warm yellow lighting spilling softly across the floor, making everything look oddly gentle and intimate.

The second Vivienne stepped inside, her gaze was caught by a tall figure.

The man was dressed in a black suit. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long straight legs wrapped neatly beneath tailored suit pants. At that moment, he was leaning forward slightly, rinsing his hands—those hands long and pale as carved white jade.