I died after years of exhaustion as a corporate software developer. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in heaven or hell— I was inside a novel I once read. As the villainess. Eudora Novania was infamous for her pride, her cruelty, and her inevitable downfall. I wanted none of that. The moment I awoke, a system appeared before my eyes, greeting me calmly: “Welcome back, to your own story.” According to the story, Eudora was never meant to win. So I chose the simplest path—stay quiet, avoid the heroine, spend money, and live my life without touching the plot. I kept my distance. Still, misunderstandings followed me all the same. As rumors spread and roles began to blur, I began to question the story itself. Was the villainess truly meant to be the villain? Or was the story hiding something far more complicated? In a kingdom where power speaks louder than truth, I will not fight for love—nor beg for understanding. I will simply live and watch how the story unfolds.