Shen Qing transmigrates into a novel, into The Monster-Hunting Chronicles, becoming the vicious supporting character who schemes to keep the male and female leads apart. But unlike other transmigrated heroines who become virtuous, help the protagonists, and win over the second male lead, Shen Qing follows the exact same villainous route as the original. She pines for the male lead, sabotages the heroine, sows discord… yet all she accomplishes is speeding up their romance. Eventually, Shen Qing reaps what she sowed and dies on the sword of the second male lead, Li Daoxuan. Given a second chance at life, one would think Shen Qing, eager to avoid another tragic end, would stay far away from the main cast and enjoy a carefree noblewoman’s life. In reality? Shen Qing goes even more insane. The system that arrives embarrassingly late has no idea its host has already lived one life. Cheerfully, it delivers its instructions: “Host, all we need to do is conquer the second male lead, warm his heart with love, prevent his darkening arc, and then we can go home!” Shen Qing’s lashes lower, her smile sweet. “Conquer Li Daoxuan?” “Warm him with love?” “Stop him from blackening?” 001: “…Yes.” Shen Qing agrees brightly. “All right.” Later, When Li Daoxuan is fighting a demon, Shen Qing dispels the protective array around him, letting the monster tear him open until he’s soaked in blood. When he’s gravely injured, she switches his healing medicine for poison. When he falls victim to a love-inducing gu, she traps him inside a barrier and loosens her robes in front of him just to watch his expression darken further. And in the end, with tears shimmering in her eyes, she drives a sword straight through his body. The system, trembling after witnessing everything: “Host… is this really part of the strategy?” “Of course.” Shen Qing wipes the blood from the youth’s lips, voice light as a breeze. “Li Daoxuan… do you love me?” Without hesitation: “I love you.” She suddenly sounds wronged. “Then do you blame me?” Li Daoxuan gently wipes the tears from her lashes. “No. Careful, you’ll hurt your hands.” System: “…?” Am I part of your twisted play too?