The Yandere Villainess’s Past Life Was That of a Lonely Woman. After Reflecting and Stopping Her Stalking of Her Fiancé, He Somehow Started Approaching Her Instead. - Chapter 19

All that worrying about how to deal with Lucius, about how to live from now on, felt ridiculous. In the end, I died just like that, without even a fight.

This must be what a “Dead End” looks like in a game.

My magic and life force were drained away by that black-haired, red-eyed, inhuman pretty boy who had suddenly appeared. I probably died.

To kill someone off so unfairly makes this nothing but a garbage game.

“Or maybe it’s one of those die-and-retry loops, huh? Hah… you’ve gotta be kidding me!”

Since no one was around, I let myself yell profanities.

“They even shoved a cliché ‘life flashing before your eyes’ at me. This is the worst.”

I cursed as I rolled over on the floor.

When I woke up again, it wasn’t in Lycoris’s bedroom. It was in a familiar, tiny six-tatami room.

But it wasn’t the cluttered apartment I had once lived in. It was empty, like a unit waiting for its next tenant.

Maybe after I died, my family had moved everything out.

There was only one thing that stood out: a huge television, far too big for the little room.

It had no remote or control buttons, and yet it had been playing my life as if it were a drama.

After about three hours of playback, it had now gone black.

A mix of feelings swelled: how unnecessarily long it had been, and how my twenty-something years could fit into just a few hours of viewing.

Well, of course. I had been a boring person.

But to die in a ridiculous accident, get reborn, and then be attacked and killed unfairly again was cruel.

When I realized I had become Lycoris, I panicked, yes, but I also started to dream about the future.

“I was going to stop stalking Lucius, cancel the engagement, and start over…”

It was ironic that after becoming Lycoris, my life felt more precious than ever.

Yes, it really was precious.

“I’m a rich noblewoman with strong magic, young and beautiful… it’s an insanely winning profile.”

I had been reborn into such a life, only to die the moment my memories returned? The frustration was making me furious.

Fine. I would curse that man who killed me for generations to come. Being handsome was no excuse. At most, I could forgive a forceful kiss.

“Sure, it’s a cliché, right? In manga, some mob gets kissed by a pretty villain and dies instantly? But don’t actually do it!”

Draining someone’s life force like it is collagen is nothing but arrogance. I would tolerate a little, but don’t suck me dry. Even a hungry baby has more self-restraint.

Lucius shoves me, then steals kisses. The homeroom teacher just yells and is no help. And then some monster impersonates my brother and kills me.

I finally get reborn into a HanaSuku-like world, and there isn’t a single decent handsome guy.

“…I don’t want to die.”

The words spilled out along with tears.

A thirst for life tens of times stronger than when I had been hit by a car. And a heart full of resentment.

“I refuse to end like this, in such a wasteful way, killed off just like that. At least let me drag that man’s soul down with me!!”

The moment I spat out the curse, the room filled with crimson flowers. Vivid red petals, slender green stalks.

It looked like a beautiful hell.

“Are these… red spider lilies…?”

As soon as I whispered it, the flowers burst into flames. Not just one, but all the blooms carpeting the floor, all turning to fire at once.

“No… no, stop… this is too much… whatever this is, I swear—”

I will never forgive you.

Crying out, I and the great blaze of flowers burned the room to ashes.