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After centuries of ruling the underworld with terrifying power, Lilith dies in an epic battle, only to be reborn in the human world. But instead of a grand rebirth as a queen of darkness, she's reincarnated as something far more mundane—a secretary. Rather than despair, Lilith finds this new life amusing. After all, who would suspect the devil herself to be working a 9-to-5?

Settling into her new reality, Lilith embraces her role, living in a luxurious apartment and working diligently in her office. Though her devilish instincts are hard to suppress, she's determined to be the perfect secretary. But when people push her too far, the devil within still comes out to play.

When a creep in the office dares to look at her the wrong way, she calmly fixes her gaze on him. "You keep staring like that, and I'll show you what a broken wrist feels like." The man quickly scurries away, leaving Lilith with a satisfied smirk.

Even the rich, entitled girl from accounting isn't safe from her wrath. "You think you can push me around just because you've got money? I've burned entire kingdoms for less. Don't test me." She says this with a calm smile, her eyes glinting dangerously.

The day continued like that—stopping creeps in their tracks, putting rude heiresses in their place, and being the flawless secretary she intended to be. But, of course, her boss—the CEO—had his eyes on her, more curious than ever. And while the entire office might fear her or wonder about her, she remained blissfully indifferent. This was fun. And she wasn't here to impress anyone but herself.

Who knew being a secretary could be so... interesting?

Devilish secretary

She just sat there, watching the man kneeling before her as if he were a ticking clock counting down to his own self-destruction.

She could feel it. That twisted, beautiful madness. It coiled behind his words like smoke in a cracked mirror. It wasn't rage. It wasn't drama.

It was something worse, a man quietly deciding to vanish from the inside out.

Lilith reached forward, Her hand slid beneath his chin, raising his face.

Her touch was gentle but her eyes were sharp and cold.

"You think you're the only one who's felt unwanted, Human doll?" she said, voice calm, cold as marble. "You think you're the only one left behind when peace comes knocking?"

"I was a ruler once." Her voice lowered. "Feared. Worshipped. Hated and when I fell—when I died…not one of them remembered what I did for them."

Chapter 266 Overstressed