Transmigrated into a Villainess? I’m Going to conquer the Heroine!

Jiang Zi had already experienced reincarnation in this world. Each time her consciousness awakened and she took extreme actions, she would be pulled to the negotiation table—but the first two times had not been pleasant.

Every time Jiang Zi fell into the cycle of reincarnation, her memories would be formatted and reset to the initial state. To prevent her from awakening, the world’s consciousness would increase its control over her with each cycle.

“In the new wager, your goal is to break free from the plot’s control and spend your life with the one you love. Compared to Miss Tang Yuan’s request, your wish is relatively simple. Based on your requirements, we have lowered the difficulty of Tang Yuan’s task and transferred the additional clauses to you.”

“Please adhere strictly to the following rules: In the mission world, you will be confined to the ‘tragic heroine’ role within the suffering love genre. Your task is to reignite the appeal of the angst-ridden narrative and follow the storylines through to their end. You must not break character mid-way or cause the small worlds to collapse, or the mission will be deemed a failure.”

“To ensure the completion rate, we will format your memories before placing you in the mission worlds. As per your request, we will reduce Miss Tang Yuan’s screen time, sparing her from greater suffering.”

All Jiang Zi wanted was to break free from the plot’s control and be with Tang Yuan.

Losing one heroine wouldn’t fundamentally affect the small worlds—another heroine could always be created.

But Tang Yuan’s wish was to make this world independent—to break free from the plot’s control entirely, turning the data world into a real world that no longer followed story rules but instead restored natural order.

It was negotiable, but the mission’s difficulty skyrocketed.

Jiang Zi and Tang Yuan were bound together. They would be placed in the same worlds, but Tang Yuan would be bound to the system, retaining her identity as a mission executor. Meanwhile, Jiang Zi could only become the character—unable to break character without knowledge of her true identity. Any deviation would result in mission failure.

If either of them failed, they would fall into an endless cycle of lucid reincarnation, becoming puppets with consciousness.

After completing missions in ten small worlds, they returned to the negotiation table.

However, the truth had been buried by the system, replaced with false memories.

“When you return to this world, the most critical part of the wager begins. Tang Yuan will still appear as a mission executor. Your wish is to spend your life with the one you love—her task is to love you.”

“We will grant you the ability to read her mind. However, this is not a cheat—it is a trap. You will hear all her scheming thoughts. Given your initial personality, falling in love with such a girl will be extremely difficult. This is the first challenge.”

“The second challenge: Even if you still fall for her, the system will activate the affection meter. Tang Yuan will know that 100% affection is required to complete the mission. You will be able to hear this part of her thoughts—but the system’s design will ensure the meter never reaches full. Your sensitivity and doubt will grow, anxiety gnawing at you. Budding love could wither in endless suspicion.”

“The key to success is complete, mutual honesty. That is the hidden 1%—the true measure of affection. When that happens, the wager will be fulfilled.”

“If you fail, even after completing the ten small worlds, you will continue to cycle endlessly in this world. The negotiation table will never reopen.”

“All the terms of the wager have been laid out. Are you willing to sign the contract?”

As the mechanical voice fell silent, the space became deathly still. Only the sound of her own breathing echoed.

Jiang Zi heard herself answer with unwavering determination:

“I am willing.”

In that moment, all the sealed memories returned to her.

With the contract signed, Jiang Zi’s consciousness blurred. The buzzing in her ears grew sharp until her entire mind detached from the world caught in plot rewind.

When she opened her eyes again, soft bedroom light filled her vision. She turned her head and saw Tang Yuan’s sleeping face.

Her wildly beating heart gradually calmed, breath steadying.

Everything had returned.

So this was the truth all along.

Without realizing it, they had completed the wager—finally breaking free from the plot’s control, able to become their true selves.

Tang Yuan’s recent odd behavior must have been from hearing the truth during the plot rewind. She must have felt guilty.

Jiang Zi wrapped her arms around Tang Yuan, pressing her chin against the soft hair, starlight shimmering in her eyes.

No need to feel guilty. They had both achieved their wishes—the ending was already perfect.

From now on, every moment would be happier than before.

The next day, neither of them deliberately brought up the events of the night before. Both understood the other already knew. The suffering was over—there was no need to relive it.

With a new life ahead, they could only move forward.

Tang Yuan became a little clingier than before. But after following Jiang Zi to work for a few days, she gave up—whether helping with documents or playing games in the office, it was all too boring.

So she started pestering Sister Qing to find her work again.

It wasn’t hard to arrange. Soon enough, Sister Qing sent over a schedule, filling her calendar with local jobs in Dragon City—no need to travel out of town.

Tang Yuan also noticed that Jiang Zi had become more restrained, cutting back their intimacy to once a week, sometimes even once every two weeks.

Jiang Zi was busy with work, often working late into the night.

Tang Yuan would send her schedule, but even when she spotted Jiang Zi in the audience, they couldn’t meet afterward—Jiang Zi would text that she had to head back to work.

With free time on her hands, Tang Yuan decided to go home for a few days. It had been too long since she’d seen Tang Gu and Tang Su—family bonds needed tending too.

When she brought it up, Jiang Zi agreed without hesitation.

Yet Tang Yuan couldn’t help feeling… a little off.

That evening, Jiang Zi got off work early and bought fresh ingredients to make a seafood feast.

Tang Yuan stood by the kitchen door, watching her bustling figure for a long moment before speaking again.

“I’m going home tomorrow for about a week.”

Jiang Zi placed a lid on the pot and turned to her. “Didn’t you say two or three days?”

“My brother said to stay longer. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming—my parents want to celebrate together.”

Jiang Zi wore a Cinnamoroll apron. Her eyes glazed over for a second before she quickly lowered her gaze, hiding her emotions. Obediently, she replied, “Okay.”

Tang Yuan giggled. “Are you nervous about meeting the parents before marriage?”

Jiang Zi squeezed dish soap onto her hands and meticulously washed them.

Tang Yuan stepped behind her, helping her remove the apron.

“It smells amazing. Having a wifey who can cook is such a blessing~”

“Greedy little cat. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”