SYSTEM ACTIVATING revenge

LEVEL UP REVENGE WITH SYSTEM

Prologue — The Death of Elena

“An orphan should know her place.”

Those words followed Elena throughout her marriage like chains wrapped around her throat.

At eighteen, she had dreamed of love, warmth, and a family she could finally belong to. Instead, she entered a house colder than winter itself. Her husband, Adrian, never raised a hand against her, but his silence was sharper than any blade. He watched as his mother worked Elena until her hands bled. He ignored the bruises beneath her sleeves, the sleepless nights, the cruel whispers at the dinner table.

“She’s useless.”

“She brought nothing into this family.”

“Even servants are worth more.”

Elena endured it all.

Every morning before sunrise, she cleaned the mansion alone. Every night, she collapsed exhausted, her body trembling from endless labor. The headaches started first. Then the dizziness. Then the seizures.

But no one cared.

When Elena collapsed during dinner, foaming at the mouth and shaking violently on the floor, her mother-in-law only frowned in disgust.

“She’s pretending again.”

Adrian didn’t even look up from his tea.

The illness worsened over the years. Chronic epilepsy slowly destroyed her body while the family treated her suffering like an inconvenience. No doctor. No medicine. No kindness.

Only neglect.

Only pain.

And on the night Elena died, rain hammered against the mansion windows as she lay alone on the cold kitchen floor, unable to breathe properly after another seizure.

Her vision blurred.

Her fingers trembled weakly as tears slid down her cheeks.

She had given everything.

Her youth.

Her love.

Her life.

And for what?

As darkness swallowed her whole, Elena made one final wish.

“If I could live again…

I would never forgive them.”

[SYSTEM ACTIVATING…]

A cold blue screen appeared before her in the endless darkness.

«HOST DETECTED: ELENA SYLVIA

CONDITION: DECEASED

REVENGE SYSTEM SUCCESSFULLY BOUND

OBJECTIVE: LEVEL UP. SURVIVE. DESTROY YOUR ENEMIES.»

Elena’s eyes snapped open.

She gasped sharply and sat upright in bed.

Sunlight poured through elegant curtains. Her hands were soft again. Her body no longer ached. The mirror beside her reflected a face untouched by suffering.

Eighteen years old.

The day before her marriage.

A translucent screen flickered before her eyes once more.

«WELCOME BACK, HOST.

THIS TIME… YOU WILL BE THE ONE THEY FEAR.»

Elena slowly smiled for the first time in years.

Not with warmth.

But with vengeance.

Elena stared at her reflection for a long moment.

Harmless.

That was how everyone once saw her.

A quiet orphan girl desperate for love.