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A high ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings and fanciful decor. A warm golden light passing through stained glass highlighting the beauty of justice and righteous valour- a contrast to the maleficent beings that would often face this light- illuminates the room.

Upon a raised dais, there is a displeased king, and by his side, stern-faced nobles and court officials stare down menacingly at the accused. Below these extinguished figures, bounded by chains and covered in grime, was a six-year-old girl.

"Ixion Akastos Vespera" 

"In the presence of our sovereign King and the noble dukes of this great nation, you are summoned to answer for the grave crimes alleged against you. The entire house of Vespera, your family and lineage, has been wrongfully slain by a treacherous prisoner of theirs. We have reason to believe you have conspired with the ungrateful fiend, betraying your own blood and committing treason against our liege. How do you answer? Are you guilty or not guilty of this heinous crime?"

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty? Very well. You shall-"

"I killed them myself. Not the dragon, only I."

Murmurs erupted among the usually unperturbed high-class nobles. 

"Is it not according to law that a bloodline inheritor may kill all other potential heirs? As for my unfortunate mother, she was merely an unintended mishap." 

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Alexandra Chase, among a million others, found herself in a deadly game orchestrated by a supreme goddess to gain access to another world. 

Unfortunately, her life in this new world won't be any softer than the one before it. Her drive is not only to survive but also to supersede those beings who stand above. The goddess's schemes are far deeper than she could imagine.

She is granted talent, unlimited potential, and terrifying attunement to the world itself with her new body, but many geniuses die young. Her most capable weapon is a concept many have yet to fathom- her soul.

Usurping the Universe

True, she had always known theirs would be a loveless marriage. Even in his youth, Duke Damatrius had never been one for sentimentality. Yet, never in her darkest imaginings had she thought he could be this cruel—not just to her, but to his flesh and blood. It was an oversight she would spend an eternity regretting.

"I have other plans for the girl now, you don't need to kill her," his voice sent chills down her spine as he gently pulled at his white gloves.

These words pushed her to the brink of despair. Did they mean that even her lastborn would not be spared from his ruinous exploitation?

She steeled herself, following her sudden decision. Chilling ice slowly crept around her heart, intending to freeze it completely, and truly, the immense pain felt liberating. With her decision, a semblance of peace overcame her, and she was genuinely glad to face whatever hell was to come for her sins.