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Chapter 1
“You bastard. Today, I’m finally going to rip your throat out.”
What lovely weather.
With a gentle smile on my face, I drank the slightly cooled black tea.
A faintly bitter yet sweet aroma lingered at the tip of my nose.
Fluffy clouds drifted across the sky, and the spring breeze carried the pleasant scent of roses.
It was the perfect day for a spring tea party.
I gracefully placed down my teacup and was about to take a bite of cake—
“Die, you bastard!”
The woman instantly snatched away the cake I was about to eat and threw it straight at the Crown Prince without hesitation.
The Crown Prince easily dodged the cake with a slight tilt of his head and quickly grabbed a silver tray from the table.
Clang—!
The fork the woman threw struck the tray and fell to the floor with a sharp sound.
“Beatrice, calm down first—”
“The hell I will!”
Giving up on eating the cake, I reached for the teapot to refill my empty cup.
But once again, the object was taken by the woman first.
Steam still rising from it, the teapot flew straight toward the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince lightly dodged the teapot rushing at him.
“You dodged it? You wanna die, bastard?”
It was then.
Rumble—
A sound like thunder echoed through the air.
But the sky remained perfectly clear.
Except for one thing.
A sinister dark-red crack stretching across the sky.
[67% until the destruction of the world]
I looked up at the crack, which seemed slightly deeper than before, and smiled softly.
Ah… we’re doomed.
It didn’t take me long to realize that I had transmigrated into the web novel The Flower of the Glass Greenhouse.
I mean, the moment I opened my eyes—
[Congratulations!
You have transmigrated into ‘Renée Sauver’ from The Flower of the Glass Greenhouse.
As your first reward, you are granted ‘part of Renée Sauver’s memories’.]
—a ridiculously kind system window appeared in front of me.
Renée Sauver—or rather, me, Ham Suyeong—had originally been an ordinary college student in South Korea.
The Flower of the Glass Greenhouse was just a novel I used to read to pass time before sleeping.
Waking up in a strange world was a cliché commonly used in web novels, but I never imagined it would happen to me.
Anyway, I became Renée Sauver.
And what kind of character was “Renée Sauver”?
Just an extra.
More precisely, a slightly unfortunate extra.
The Flower of the Glass Greenhouse was an R-19 dark reverse harem novel starring a beautiful heroine named Beatrice.
There were three male leads in the story, and all of them pursued Beatrice.
But as time passed, their love became twisted and obsessive.
Unable to endure their abnormal obsession, Beatrice eventually lost her mind and took her own life.
And there was one particular event that completely shattered Beatrice’s already fragile sanity.
That was the death of Renée Sauver—the person I had transmigrated into.
Renée was Beatrice’s childhood friend and had an extremely miserable family background.
Her biological mother died giving birth to her, and ever since then, her older brother had continuously abused her.
Her father showed no interest in her and ignored the abuse.
Eventually, on her eighteenth birthday, Renée took her own life.
In other words, Renée Sauver was destined to die for the sake of Beatrice’s storyline.
But I was different.
No matter how tragic Renée Sauver’s original life was, I had absolutely no intention of dying after transmigrating into her body.
Her brother abused her?
Then I’d just grab some money and run away.
Why die? I could just cut ties with the family and live on my own.
In my previous life, Ham Suyeong was a mentally strong modern woman who had already cut ties with her family early on and survived all kinds of hardships.
If I could cut them off once, why not twice?
Fortunately—or unfortunately—the Sauver family was a fairly successful noble house.
In simple terms, they were rich.
Even as an abused character, a noble was still a noble.
Renée Sauver owned plenty of dresses and jewelry.
Just selling those would probably give me enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life.
Besides, the point I had transmigrated into was when Beatrice and the male leads were still in the middle of their sweet romantic phase.
I planned to watch their love story for a while and run away once the dark, miserable part of the plot started.
I even thanked the heavens.
And I made a promise to myself.
I would never get involved in the original storyline.
I felt sorry for Beatrice, but I didn’t have the power or ability to stop the male leads’ obsession.
I definitely thought that.
But then—
[3% until the destruction of the world]
How did things end up like this?
Unable to accept the situation unfolding before me, I blinked blankly.
So, I had simply attended the spring banquet after receiving an invitation from the ducal family.
I only wanted to watch the heroine and the male leads’ pink-colored romance begin properly…
“You fucking bastard.”
Brilliant golden hair, pure violet-like eyes, and beauty that instantly drew everyone’s attention.
The person before me was definitely the heroine I had always known—Beatrice.
No, she had been exactly like the original story when I saw her yesterday…
“You want your wrist chopped off?”
Why was Beatrice cursing like that?
Did she eat something wrong?
No matter how much I thought about it, there had never been a scene like this in the original novel.
I stared at Beatrice in confusion.
She was confronting a man—or more precisely, someone I assumed was Male Lead No. 2.
The reason I guessed he was the second male lead despite seeing him for the first time was simple.
Above his head floated—
[Affection Level 70%]
—a gauge like that.
And there was another obvious reason.
His hair color.
The three male leads in The Flower of the Glass Greenhouse all had different hair colors, and Male Lead No. 2 had rose-red hair.
The man confronting Beatrice also had red hair.
More importantly, the surrounding nobles were whispering things like, “Duke Wishes this” and “Duke Wishes that.”
For reference, Male Lead No. 2’s surname was Wishes.
And his title was Duke.
“Lady Rockwood? What is the meaning of this?”
The Duke seemed just as confused as everyone else and tried to pull his wrist free from Beatrice’s grip.
“Where do you think you’re touching?”
But Beatrice had no intention of letting go easily.
Grabbing the Duke’s wrist tightly, she twisted her expression viciously.
I never thought the heroine could make a face like that.
Honestly, she looked less like a noble lady and more like a gangster.
“I was merely trying to escort you—”
The Duke raised his free hand, seemingly trying to calm her down.
But instead of calming down, Beatrice became even wilder, like an enraged bull.
“The hell with that. I don’t know where you dragged me to, but you picked the wrong person.”
Beatrice raised her fist.
“I’ll make you pay for daring to touch me carelessly.”
The ribbons attached to her dress sleeves fluttered.
Then her fist slammed directly into the Duke’s cheek.
Thud—!
“Ugh…”
With one wrist trapped in Beatrice’s grip, the Duke couldn’t even resist before getting punched.
“Kyaaa!”
The nobles screamed at the sudden commotion.
But Beatrice didn’t stop.
She kept throwing punches at the Duke.
“Your Grace, are you alright?!”
The servants finally managed to pull Beatrice away only after blood started pouring from the Duke’s nose.
The surrounding nobles whispered among themselves.
“Isn’t that Lady Beatrice Rockwood? Why is she acting like that all of a sudden?”
“I think Lady Rockwood has gone mad… Is the Duke alright?”
Regardless of their reactions, Beatrice still struggled violently in the servants’ grasp like an angry bull.
Supported by the servants, the Duke stood back up and approached her.
“Lady Rockwood, if you tell me what I did to anger you, I will correct it.”
I really thought he should just stay still.
I watched the Duke nervously.
And just as expected—
Beatrice’s shoe shot out from beneath her dress and kicked the Duke with all her strength.
The kick was so powerful that the Duke flew backward across the hall.
“Kyaaaaaa!”
The nobles screamed again and hurried away from the falling Duke.
I stared blankly in shock with my mouth hanging open when suddenly a translucent system window appeared before me.
Along with a sharp warning sound.
[Warning! The story’s plausibility is collapsing. Restore the broken storyline!
Failure: Destruction of the world]
What the hell does that mean?
