Jiuxianzhi

Ahcehera is a young woman FIGHTING cancer, finding comfort in the pages of her favorite sci-fi fantasy novel. She’s drawn to the villainess princess, a misunderstood character whose life is sacrificed FOR the hero and heroine’s happy ending. Ahcehera hates the unfairness of it all and wishes the princess could have a chance to live her own LIFE.

Before she can read the final chapter that seals the princess’s tragic fate, Ahcehera passes away. Her last thought is a wish to rewrite the story, never expecting it to come true.

When she wakes up, it’s not in her hospital bed but in the body of the princess herself. Thrown into a world full of political schemes, betrayal, and hidden dangers, Ahcehera is determined to change the princess’s fate. She has the story’s secrets and her own will to survive, but knowing the plot doesn’t mean it’ll be easy to change.

Then, the unexpected happens. She crosses paths with a werewolf prince, younger than her and mysteriously linked to the hero. He’s more than just a twist in the story, he might hold the key to a different ending.

As enemies close in and the lines between friend and foe blur, Ahcehera must decide. Will she stick to the script or fight for a new ending? One where both she and the princess get the happiness they deserve.

Can a story already written truly be rewritten, or is she doomed to live the same tragedy all over again?

Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess

I should send some news to Richard...

Ahcehera's fingers moved swiftly across the interface inside Syverian, her mecha's control panel lighting up in response to her commands.

She had piloted many mechas before, but Syverian was special.

Built with advanced technology and imbued with her unique energy signature, it responded to her thoughts and emotions, making it an extension of herself.

The thrusters activated with a low hum, and the mecha soared through the darkened skies of Agartha.

The devastation of the planet was clear even from above, twisted metal structures, frozen lakes that should have been flowing rivers, and the eerie silence that settled over what was once a bustling hub of power and knowledge.

Ahcehera clenched her fists. Something unnatural had happened here. The academy was her next destination.

Desolate