The whip cracked, a searing line of fire across Yubin’s back. Each blow echoed in the damp, stone punishment room, a symphony of agony. Her screams tore from her throat, raw and desperate, yet the figures wielding the heavy leather ignored her pleas. Her mind, already teetering on the edge of sanity from months of abuse, began to conjure darker images, visions of vengeance. This wasn't her life. She was Yubin, a girl who died hit by a truck, only to wake as a slave in a world she recognized from a banned otome novel, playing the part of its tragic villainess.

Suddenly, a blinding flash. Words materialized in the air before her, shimmering like a mirage: "{Welcome to X-beta goddess system, daring player...}" Confusion warred with the pain. Was this a hallucination? "W-what? Wh-ho ar-e you?" she thought, the words dissolving as quickly as they appeared. But then, a torrent of memories, a tragic past that wasn't hers, flooded her mind. The system clarified: "{You are the former princess Sapphire Pheobe Militia Ardilara, next in line of ruling the Ardilara Kingdom, you are at age of 14 and you are the only last remnant who bare The Royal Blood...}" Princess? Royal Blood? She was the tragic heroine of 'Lost Queen', destined for a bloody end.

Just as the truth settled, a tremor shook the fortress. Shouts erupted, distant and panicked. The guards, her tormentors, abandoned her, fleeing as the very ground beneath them trembled. Her chains clanged, then snapped, a sudden, brutal liberation. With a ragged gasp, Yubin, still bearing the unyielding collar around her neck, dragged her bruised and numb body across the cold floor. Escape. That was all that mattered now. She crawled towards the distant light, a signal of hope, only to emerge into a scene of chaos: a burning fortress, the clang of weapons, and the desperate cries of men. War. It had begun.