I'm a Villainess, But So What? Fuck Off.

Transmigrated into a cliche novel as the villainess, Alice Novea, I refuse to play by the rules. With magic at my fingertips, a duke for a father, and a past life to guide me, I'm charting my own course. Forget the plot, ignore the heroine, and let the male leads stew. I'm here to research magic, break expectations, and maybe, just maybe, cause a little chaos. Who said a villainess can't be a genius? Get ready for a story where the 'villainess' rewrites her own destiny—with a bang!

I'm a Villainess, But So What? Fuck Off.

Transmigrated into a cliche novel as the villainess, Alice Novea, I refuse to play by the rules. With magic at my fingertips, a duke for a father, and a past life to guide me, I'm charting my own course. Forget the plot, ignore the heroine, and let the male leads stew. I'm here to research magic, break expectations, and maybe, just maybe, cause a little chaos. Who said a villainess can't be a genius? Get ready for a story where the 'villainess' rewrites her own destiny—with a bang!

The thumping bass rattled the opulent chandeliers in Alice's room, a testament to her magical DJ booth and custom light show. Her silver hair, usually meticulously styled, was a chaotic halo as she bounced in sweats, lost in the ecstasy of a past-life concert. "Milady! Milady! Miss!" Maria's frantic shouts, muffled by the booming music, escalated from polite requests to desperate pleas.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Maria, red hair disheveled, stood panting, a picture of utter exasperation. Alice, still in her VR lenses, burst into laughter at her maid's appearance. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" she yelled over the din. Seeing Maria's repeated, voiceless shouts, Alice sighed, a reluctant concession. "[STOP TRANSMISSION]," she commanded, and the room fell into an abrupt, almost painful silence. She pulled off her headphones, a portal shimmering as she tossed them into her personal dimension.

She floated down from her magical platform, a faint 'oof' escaping her as she landed. "Hey Maria! Waddya want?" The words, in English, slipped out effortlessly. Maria blinked, quizzical. "Sorry? Miss, what did you say? Ah, you must be speaking in that weird language again." Alice facepalmed. "Sorry, my bad. So? Maria, what do you need me for on this fine day?" Maria's sarcastic reply hit Alice like a bucket of cold water. "Miss! Did you forget? You had a prior appointment with Young Master Athen 'on this fine day'.""Shit," Alice muttered, dashing towards the restroom, the word echoing in her head. Athen. Oh, shit.