“Ah—it hurts!”
Jessica Jenkins clutched the back of her head, but in a flash, she was brutally slammed into the ground.
The girl who usually looked so innocent and slightly naive was now radiating a chilling murderous aura!
Her small bare foot firmly pinned Jessica Jenkins’s chest to the floor.
She looked down from above, watching the woman struggle relentlessly.
Jessica Jenkins never knew that this frail, delicate girl—the one who only knew how to cry and never dared to fight back when bullied—could possess such terrifying strength!
She actually couldn’t break free!
Watching helplessly as the silent girl grabbed a vase, Jessica Jenkins grew even more terrified.
“What on earth are you trying to do?
I’m your savior!
If it weren’t for me back then, you would have been raped by that boss long ago!
You wouldn’t even have the face to stay by Mr.
Grant’s side…”
CRASH!
A loud noise echoed through the room.
As the bloodstained shards of the vase scattered across the floor, Jessica Jenkins’s forehead was bathed in crimson before she fainted dead away.
The system was stunned.
“!!!”
“What…
what kind of wild move is this?!
Is the host…
a lunatic?!” it thought.
It reviewed Juno’s biography from the primary world once again.
Only then did the system realize that The Great Demon King had never been one to play by the rules!
But what could be done now?
Jessica Jenkins was a perfectly good pawn to utilize, and now she was completely ruined!
The system was panicking but tried to feign composure.
“Host, what do you…
plan to do next?”
The young girl ignored it.
She simply drew the curtains, locked the doors and windows, cut off the surveillance cameras, and severed all connections to the outside world.
Then, she sat cross-legged on the small bed in the studio apartment, resting her eyes as if in deep meditation.
She turned a deaf ear to the system’s persistent questioning.
The system was speechless.
“…”
“Have I been completely ignored?
Doesn’t she need to follow the plotline?” it thought.
“Host, it has been detected that you have violent tendencies inconsistent with the original host’s character setting, and you are refusing to cooperate with the system to complete the task progress.
I have now decided to monitor your brain…”
“Whatever.”
The system’s threat was instantly dismissed by the young girl’s single word before it could even finish.
She figured that if she just had to blindly follow the plotline, what the hell was the point of her being here?
Was the original host just a decoration?
The system fell silent again.
“That actually makes sense…
How do I even refute that?” it thought.
“Damn it!
She truly lives up to her reputation as the majestic, domineering Great Demon King!
I can’t afford to provoke her!”
If it really monitored her brain, and one day The Great Demon King awakened her memories of the primary world…
The system didn’t dare to imagine the consequences!
Besides, she did have a point.
Its initial threat having failed, it cowardly quieted down and stopped disturbing her.
A full twenty-four hours passed.
Inside the rental apartment, there wasn’t a single sign of movement.
The lackeys keeping watch outside finally grew anxious and hurriedly called their boss.
Another twenty-four hours passed.
A knock finally sounded at the rental apartment’s door.
“MMPH!
MMPH MMPH MMPH!”
Jessica Jenkins, who had woken up long ago, was bound tightly to a wooden chair.
It had been forty-eight hours!
She was hungry, thirsty, and terrified.
She didn’t even know how she had survived this long!
Juno had truly gone mad!
Jessica Jenkins wanted to scream for help, but her mouth was stuffed with a foul-smelling sock.
She whimpered and sobbed until the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed threw a slipper right at her forehead, terrifying her so much that she didn’t dare to breathe too loudly again.
The knocking continued for a moment, followed by a man’s familiar voice from outside.
“Juno, are you there?”
He had finally arrived.
The sound of his voice brought a flash of excitement to the dark eyes of the girl who had been meditating in tranquil silence for two days.
She didn’t hesitate and went straight to open the door.
Outside stood the male lead, deeply favored by the author and exceptionally handsome.
A blue striped suit with alternating light and dark shades, paired with gold-rimmed glasses, perfectly encapsulated the term “refined degenerate.”
His voice was as gentle as always.
“Juno, why didn’t you answer your phone?
Were you too busy working again?
You know, you really don’t need to be in such a rush to pay back the money…”