Zhao Xue’s older sister was the “white moonlight” of the story—gentle and resilient.

Her younger sister was the female lead’s stand-in—adorable and spoiled.

And Zhao Xue herself? Just a discarded girl picked up from the snow by the family—a mere background character destined to be cannon fodder.

After the older sister died, the male leads turned to the younger sister, who shared the same face, treating her as a substitute and tormenting her mercilessly.

The once-willful and pampered little junior sister spiraled into madness, ultimately forced to die to achieve enlightenment.

After that, the family collapsed, and her loved ones left her one by one—

Until only Zhao Xue was left.

[Unless the preordained bad ending is fulfilled, this tragic fate cannot end.]

The system told her:

[Your mission is to take on the scripts left behind by your older and younger sisters… and “die” in their place.]

Zhao Xue thought,

Then I’ll feed myself to the demons.

The number one sword cultivator of the Hidden Sword Sect, a cold-hearted genius who knew nothing of love—

When he looked at her, his eyes were colder than eternal ice.

A malicious spirit born from an ancient secret realm, cruel by nature—

He burned away the first ten-plus years of her life with one fire.

A sickly yet innocent young demon king—

After falling into darkness, he threw away their childhood bond, and when they met again, he treated her like a stranger.

A fellow sect disciple, born from filth and shadows, twisted and gloomy—

He buried her entire family, just to accompany the one he loved in death.

In the original novel, these men rose to power later on, descended into madness, and went on to destroy the heavens and earth.

But now…

The system glanced at the “crematorium script” it had given to its host, then looked at the men in front of Zhao Xue—

—The cold and indifferent sword master lowered himself to blow on the bitter medicine in her porcelain spoon.

“I secretly brought you two pieces of candy.”

—The lazy and sickly demon boy braced himself to raise his sword in front of her.

“Zhao Xue, close your eyes.”

—The sharp-tongued, arrogant spirit curled up inside her sword, clicking his tongue impatiently.

“Hey, didn’t I say I’d stay in your sword for life? …So, who the hell is that guy?”

—The gloomy, twisted junior brother quietly knelt before her.

“Lift your foot, I’ll put your shoes on.”

…Huh?

What happened to the promised pain and insanity?

What happened to the crematorium-level tragic romance?

Why are all of you spoiling her like this and being so obedient around her?!

This isn’t the script I was supposed to get!

She tried to feed herself to the demons—

But even the demons wouldn’t let her become one.

Later—

Zhao Xue: They all hate me.

System (mentally exhausted): Yeah, sure, sure…

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#TheSystemHostWhoThinksEveryoneHatesHerIsActuallyTheGroupFavorite