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Chapter 4 - Chapter 3: Mad Woman

After losing consciousness in the back alley clinic, Avis stirred and opened her eyes slowly.

However, the world that welcomed her was no longer drenched in blood and shrieking death.

Gone were the peeling ceilings, the ruptured flesh, the stench of madness. In its place was silence. Clean, weighty silence.

She blinked once. Then again.

The ceiling above her was a palette of muted grey, delicately carved with recessed lighting that glowed like the hush before dawn. Her body sank into a bed too soft, too pristine — wrapped in sterile sheets that smelled faintly of lavender and control.

Her breath stilled.

This wasn't the clinic. Nor it was the small hut that she spend nineteen years living in poor condition.

Not a home or whatever that had ever meant.

The girl's gaze swept across the room.

Minimalist. Monochrome. Expensive.

Every surface shined, not with warmth, but with sharp taste and chilling restraint. Black and white accents, smooth marble floor, a towering digital panel muted in standby across the far wall.

She did not belong here.

And yet… something in her bones whispered otherwise.

It was too familiar. The scent. The arrangement. The absence of clutter, of softness, of invitation.

Not her taste.

But 'hers'.

The one whose name still echoed in her skull like a curse dragged from a grave. Everything reeks with extravagance and power, all in her preferred manner.

Avis...

Not her — but the other Avis.

Avis Stark.

The name flitted through her mind like a paper cut. Her fingers gripped the sheets and her temple pulsed.

Then it came — not the pain, but memories.

There, she saw was a girl raised in noble halls under military doctrine that proved to be lacking in restraining her natural ferocity.

A woman whose fists drew blood faster than her mouth formed apologies. A legend in the Hanyu Combat Academy — not for honor, but for terror.

Thereafter, images burst behind her eyelids like a jagged, loud, and terrifying horror film.

A woman stood on a military field, her expression blank as she pressed a knife against a fellow cadet's throat — not during war, but a training practice for deliberately touching her round melons!

Fucking pervert!

To Avis Stark, those disgusting mongrels don't have the right to share the same air with her!

Before her, either they drop dead and vanish on the face of the world on their own or get their dirty little weiners severed and toss to the rabid dogs!

In another flash — there was a shrieking officer, crumpled in agony as he dropped to the floor, hands between his legs, begging for his manhood to be spared.

Blood. So much blood.

The old scrooge asked her to model the new female bodysuit, but the lady preferred modeling scars.

And then came the night of the Elites' Gathering.

Candlelight. Music. Polished boots and pressed uniforms.

The festive mood was suddenly shattered when a deep shriek cut through. One that could even frightened spirits and ghost.

In the heart of it all was her fiancé, hand mangled beyond recognition, sobbing in front of the Stark family crest full of vengeance.

Yet, the scariest part of it was that, the woman showed no remorse and even threatened to cut his other hand. In her mind, the man was unfaithful and deserves to be crippled.

He deliberately dance and touched another woman and left her all alone. So, she also went to touch his bones.

"Gods, she's insane... How could she be so vicious?"

The current Avis felt her blood pressure rising after realizing the kind of person the body she had been thrown into.

Maybe insanity wouldn't begin to cover it. And that's practically what makes everything worse for her!

How will she continue living after all the enemies she made?!

The previous soul had carved her name into history with violence, and her crimes into memory with fire.

She was infamous. Untouchable. Dangerous in ways that had nothing to do with beauty or breeding that even her family had given up on her.

She even dared to demand Three Billion Dolias from her fiance's household for psychological compensation!

"That much money could feed an entire nation for a month! Goodness, Avis Stark! How can you be so impossible?!" The girl felt so frustrated than ever.

In the Hanyu Base, where noble houses ruled with calculated civility, House Stark had long struggled to contain their mad daughter.

And then, finally, they broke.

"You wretched girl! What have I done to deserve such vicious daughter?"

"No!! F-Father, please! I-I will do better—I...!"

SLAP!

"Shut your trap and don't you ever call me father again! House Stark cannot afford to continue raising someone so vile and evil! Get out and never show your face again!"

"No! I won't... I'm not going... DAD!!!"

"I'm warning you, Avis. Leave this family and never crawl back. I won't let you drag the Stark Family into the mud! Get out now before I kick you out myself!"

In the end, they stripped her rank and accomplishments. Cut her off and sealed her record from their genealogy.

Dragged her from marble to gutter, not for her crimes, but to soothe the bruised pride of another noble family.

The Jagens.

Though they were Second-rate nobles at best, in the past decades, they formed close ties with the military. With a first-rate backing, they were politically inconvenient enemies to make.

Thus, the Starks chose survival. And she, their own blood, became the sacrificial lamb.

Leaving the woman with no choice but to do the unthinkable.

"So, you went to get a facial reconstruction somewhere no one would know to get rid of your identity and stained past..."

Avis — the one now in her skin — touched her face slowly.

Smooth.

No scales. No disfigurement. No horned ridges pressing against the skull.

Just flawless skin stretched over high cheekbones, full lips, eyes that still glowed faintly with a purple hue under the dim lighting.

"You're already this beautiful. Why must you do that to yourself and die on the process?" Avis said emotionally, feeling quite sad about her choices.

This Avis' face... It was otherworldly beautiful but after knowing how she had ended up, the girl thought it was unsettling and lonely.

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