Eileen’s gaze was inscrutable.

Her dark eyes held a chilling stillness, utterly devoid of warmth.

That inorganic coldness resembled polished machine parts—her expression rigid, a faint, unnerving smile clinging to her lips. She could step straight into the role of a serial killer with zero dissonance.

When she noticed Yifia watching too, Eileen offered a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Startled, Yifia quickly looked away, ignoring George’s impotent rage, and frantically summoned the system.

【System, system! What’s wrong with the female lead? Did she snap just because she didn’t get first place? Yikes! That scared me half to death!】

【Host, no need to worry. In the original plot, the female lead only grew after enduring profound disappointment.】

Unlike Yifia’s panic, the system remained perfectly calm.

Truth be told, it found the original leads far less troublesome than its current host.

Yifia kept mistaking a wolf for a friend, dancing recklessly on the edge of danger—forcing the system to hold its breath alongside her. One misstep, and they’d both plunge into the abyss.

After all, the Villainess Heiress was the type who could rip a system straight from a soul.

Before the host died… the system might break down first.

【Oh? What *was* the original plot? This part’s already passed—can’t be spoilers now, right?】

So in the original story, Eileen hadn’t taken first place this time?

Hehe~ Curious!

Yifia subtly rubbed her palms together, her gossip-loving soul igniting.

Ever since arriving here, she’d been dying to know the canon.

Too bad the system was impervious to persuasion—stone-cold silent.

Only because she’d bonded with the Villainess Heiress did it soften slightly. Back when she first woke up on that slum bed? The system had been as cold and emotionless as a fishmonger gutting fish for ten years straight.

Yifia was sure: even if she’d just “lain flat” and starved, the system wouldn’t have blinked.

That’s why she choked down that dry black bread through tears.

Because she wanted to live.

Yifia knew she wasn’t clever. “Finding joy in battling heaven and man”? Not her style. She was built for lying flat and slacking off… As for “Don’t scorn the poor while young”?

Don’t scorn the poor while middle-aged. Don’t scorn the poor while elderly. And above all—respect the dead.

￣へ￣

A pampered third-gen rich kid, she was spoiled soft. Transmigration wouldn’t fix that overnight.

The brutal wealth gap stung. And the system kept hounding her to “save the world”… with zero real help.

What could she do?

Nothing but accept it.

Ancient proverb says: *Sharpen your tools before the task.*

Sending her to save the world empty-handed was like charging battle with a wooden stick.

No plot summary. No character bios. All guesswork.

How was *that* saving the world?

Ugh. Let it all burn.

If the system hadn’t revised the mission, Yifia would’ve just survived minimally—waiting to vanish with the world.

Death was inevitable anyway.

Even with the new task, she felt no safer.

What did befriending the Villainess Heiress have to do with saving the world?

Amelia couldn’t *be* the apocalypse-level final boss… right?

Clueless about the system’s game, Yifia accepted doom as fate. But now she had real friends—so she’d live freely, joyfully, before the end.

Might as well ride this youth wave~

Using the system to ace exams? Purely for cash. She felt zero guilt. “A single coin stumps a hero.” Saving the world costs money.

At the very least, she’d never freeload shamelessly off Amelia.

【On her first day at Pris Academy, the female lead accidentally met the male lead and fell instantly. She then obsessed over gathering intel about him, neglecting studies—landing fifth in the first exam.】

【Having always been #1, she resolved to prioritize academics over romance. Regaining top rank became her sole focus.】

The system only shared concluded plot points. But Yifia, seasoned by tropes, filled in the blanks: Eileen would grind hard, turn heads, and catch Prince Caroy’s eye…

Ugh. Such a cliché!

Since the system refused spoilers, Yifia took her guess as truth. She stuck out her tongue, relieved she was just a tragic foil—not some side chick fighting for the male lead.

No way was she joining that idiotic love plot!

Amelia—the lovely, radiant beauty—was infinitely better.

Learning Eileen hadn’t gone dark *because* she lost first place? Yifia felt too nauseated by the trope to care further.

As for the female lead grinding to reclaim #1…

Hehe. With *her* here? Disappointment guaranteed.

Original Yifia existed solely as the female lead’s tragic foil—suffering to highlight her glory.

Now? Yifia would flip the script.

But wait—new question.

【System. Had original Yifia entered Pris Academy by now? Did she take this exam?】

【Yes. But missing classes left her ranked dead last. Even fifth place beat that. Two black-haired, dark-eyed girls sharing a dorm—officially began their foil dynamic.】

【...】

【Later, Yifia studied late into the night. Strong foundation let her catch up—and surpass Eileen. But her beauty drew noble harassment. Constant fear. Assaulted *on exam day*. Final rank: middle of the pack.】

Every time she heard this, Yifia’s fists clenched tight.

She took a slow breath, killed the chat, and refocused on the present.

George’s face remained twisted in rage, temple veins throbbing. He shoved off restraining hands and stormed the podium.

The teacher had long vanished. Alone onstage, George declared: “Fellow students! As a Class One student, I say this: Yifia *could not* have earned first place!”

Heads turned. He pressed on: “She enrolled days ago. In class? Sleeping or spacing out. Ask her academics—she stammers. Zero real skill.”

“Someone like her scoring full marks? Impossible. I suspect she obtained answers through illicit means.”

George had fully dropped the mask.

Yifia merely arched a brow, unbothered.

Jealous of her system?

Try carrying a world-saving mission yourself.

*Sour? Thrilling?* Absolutely.

While Yifia stayed calm, Lucy and Jesina fumed.

Jesina, forgetting noble decorum—and unblocked by Lucy—shouted up: “Stop spouting nonsense! Accuse Yifia of cheating? *Show proof!* Don’t just fabricate lies!”