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Chapter 10 - the Ghost in the Glass

The ballroom was a sea of watchful eyes, all waiting to see what the notorious Lady Selena would do next. The System's latest command—"Publicly disgrace yourself at the gala."—was a cruel and inescapable trap. A thousand thoughts raced through Selena's mind. Could she pretend to trip? To spill wine on herself? The System was a literalist; it would likely force her into an act so mortifying and irreparable that no simple clumsy mistake would suffice. It wanted to break her.

A new screen appeared, its light a stark, angry red.

"Warning: Repeated mission failure. Your inability to perform your assigned role is compromising the plot. One more failure, and you will be rerouted to a different, more hostile manhwa world. Consider this a final warning before termination."

The threat was a chilling jolt of fear. A "more hostile" world. Her current life was a prison, but at least she understood its rules. A new one could be a living hell. She was truly alone this time; Liam and his birds were outside, unable to help her with an internal, forced action. The System had finally found a way to corner her.

Her gaze swept across the room, desperately searching for a way out. Her eyes landed on a large, ornate mirror hanging on a far wall, its gilded frame glinting under the candlelight. As she looked at her reflection, a flicker of an idea, a tiny, insane spark, ignited in her mind.

The mirror. It was a perfect, two-dimensional copy of the room, of the people, of her. She was the one who had to be disgraced, not the world around her. She didn't have to disgrace herself in the eyes of everyone else; she just had to fulfill the command on her own terms.

The compulsion to act was growing stronger, an invisible hand pushing her toward a humiliating scene. She felt her feet moving, guiding her toward the center of the ballroom floor. The crowd parted, their curious gazes fixed on her. The System wanted a show.

She stopped in the middle of the room, her heart hammering against her ribs. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and a small, determined smile touched her lips. She could feel the gears turning, the System waiting for her to do something terrible. But she would give it something different.

She reached for a nearby glass of water and, with deliberate slowness, raised it to her own reflection. She didn't pour it on the floor. She didn't throw it at a person. She splashed it directly onto the mirror, sending a ripple of distorted light across her own face.

The crowd gasped. The action was strange, bizarre, and utterly unexpected. Nobles exchanged confused whispers. Was she insane? Was this some avant-garde performance art? It wasn't a scandal. It was just... weird.

A screen flashed before her eyes, and to her immense surprise, it was green.

"Task Progress: 100%. Public Disgrace Successful. Reward: 100 points."

Her heart soared with a mixture of relief and triumphant exhilaration. She hadn't been forced to destroy her reputation. She had disgraced her reflection, a public and undeniable act of self-humiliation that had fulfilled the command without doing any real damage. The System, in its literal-mindedness, had fallen for it. The command was simply to "disgrace herself publicly," and by acting in a way that made her look like a lunatic, she had done exactly that. The other nobles weren't scandalized; they were just confused. The worst they would say about her was that she was "eccentric," a label that a powerful noble could easily survive.

The System, once again, had been outsmarted. It had been defeated not by brute force, but by nuance and a clever interpretation of its own rules. The threat of being sent to another world still loomed, but for now, she had earned a reprieve. She had also solidified her reputation as something far more dangerous than a simple villainess: a cunning and unpredictable opponent.

As she stood in the center of the ballroom, soaked and defiant, she knew that her new identity was not of the villainess or the hero. She was the ghost in the machine, a rogue element in a world of predictable plots. And the game had just gotten a lot more interesting.

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