"Vivian, sign this ten billion confession! Admit you seduced me last night, and I'll let the director keep your appearance fee."
In the cramped makeup room, a large hand gripped the woman's throat like a vice. Stellan Voss—the top idol whose face millions of fans worshipped as "divine perfection"—now looked like a demon from hell, his features twisted with malice.
Vivian Ning's eyes snapped open, the suffocating pressure making her brain buzz with white noise. On her retina, a line of blood-red countdown numbers flickered frantically:
**[WARNING: LIFE REMAINING 23:59:59. DEBT: $10 BILLION. CARDIAC ARREST IMMINENT.]**
**[DING! National Criminal Investigation Terminal 'JUDGE' ACTIVATED. High-value criminal target detected. Recommend immediate close-range evidence extraction to exchange for life points.]**
Twenty-four hours? Ten billion in debt?
Vivian's lips curved into a cold smile. Her hand shot up, delivering a vicious slap across Stellan's perfect face. "Get. Off. Me."
The crack echoed like a gunshot in the small room.
Stellan staggered back, his hand flying to his cheek, eyes wide with disbelief. "You... you hit me?"
"Did I stutter?" Vivian's voice was ice-cold as she massaged her bruised throat. "Touch me again, and I'll break your fingers."
*What the hell is happening?* Memories flooded her mind—not her own, but those of the original Vivian Ning. A girl sold by her gambling-addicted father to pay his debts. A girl who'd been framed, blacklisted, and turned into the internet's most hated person overnight.
All to protect this piece of trash's reputation.
Stellan's shock morphed into rage. He pulled out a thick contract, slamming it on the makeup table. "You think one slap changes anything? Sign this 'obsessive fan harassment agreement' right now, or I'll sue you for ten billion in damages. You'll rot in prison for the rest of your pathetic life."
The papers scattered, revealing the truth that made Vivian's blood boil. The original owner hadn't been a crazy fan—she'd been Stellan's scapegoat. Every scandal, every controversy, every piece of dirt that could damage his golden boy image had been pinned on her.
**[SYSTEM ALERT: Target contains valuable evidence. Maintain 3-meter proximity for 30 seconds to download 'Tax Evasion' files. Current distance: 4.2 meters.]**
A mechanical voice echoed in her head, dripping with sarcasm: *"Host, while I'd love to watch you beat him to death, friendly reminder—you need money to stay alive. Swallow your pride for thirty seconds."*
Vivian's fingers found the black hair tie on her wrist. She bit down on it, her movements deliberate and predatory as she gathered her long hair into a high ponytail. The gesture was simple, but something about it made Stellan take an involuntary step back.
When someone who'd been broken suddenly stopped caring about consequences, they became the most dangerous person in the room.
"You want me to sign?" Vivian's voice was silk over steel. "Fine. But first, let me get a closer look at this... masterpiece."
She moved toward him with fluid grace, closing the distance. Stellan's confusion was evident—was she finally submitting?
**[PROXIMITY ACHIEVED. INITIATING DATA EXTRACTION...]**
**[PROGRESS: 15%... 32%... 58%...]**
"Smart girl," Stellan sneered, his confidence returning. "I knew you'd see reason. After you sign this, you can go grovel on the livestream. Maybe if you cry pretty enough, some idiots will still throw you pity money."
Vivian's hand shot out, gripping his wrist with surprising strength. Before he could react, she spun him around and slammed him against the makeup mirror. The impact sent cosmetics clattering to the floor.
"What are you—"
"Shh." She leaned close to his ear, her breath warm against his skin. To anyone watching, it might look intimate. But her eyes were arctic, focused on the progress bar only she could see.
**[PROGRESS: 78%... 89%... 94%...]**
*Don't move, you piece of garbage. Just a few more seconds...*
Stellan's brain short-circuited. The position was compromising, her body pressed against his back, her lips nearly touching his neck. "Are you... are you trying to seduce me? After everything?"
"In your dreams." Her voice was a whisper of pure contempt.
**[DING! DATA EXTRACTION COMPLETE. FILES ACQUIRED: Tax_Evasion_Contracts.xlsx, Offshore_Accounts.pdf, Bribery_Records.mp4]**
**[LIFE POINTS +2 HOURS AWARDED]**
The system's cheerful notification made Vivian's smile turn predatory. *Five hundred million in hidden assets. This trash is worth more than I thought.*
She released him abruptly, stepping back and wiping her hands on her jeans as if she'd touched something filthy. "There. I've seen enough."
Stellan straightened his clothes, his face flushed with humiliation and arousal. "Good. Now that you understand your place, let's go outside. The 'Heartbeat Warning' livestream is waiting. You're going to apologize to my fans and disappear forever."
Through the thin walls, they could hear the chaos of the live broadcast—thousands of viewers, millions of dollars in advertising, and Stellan's carefully crafted image hanging in the balance.
Vivian picked up the contract, her eyes scanning the ridiculous terms. Ten billion in damages. A lifetime ban from the entertainment industry. A public admission of guilt for crimes she never committed.
She looked up at Stellan, who was already reaching for the door handle, confident in his victory.
"You know what?" she said softly.
He paused, hand on the door. "What?"
Vivian tore the contract in half, then quarters, then eighths. The pieces fluttered to the ground like snow. "I changed my mind."
"You can't—"
"Watch me."
She strode past him, her heels clicking against the floor with military precision. At the door marked "LIVE BROADCAST - DO NOT ENTER," she paused.
Stellan scrambled after her, panic creeping into his voice. "Vivian, don't be stupid! You'll destroy yourself!"
She turned back, her smile sharp enough to cut glass. "Destroy myself? Baby, I'm already dead. But you?" Her eyes glittered with malicious promise. "You're about to learn what happens when you mess with someone who has nothing left to lose."
Before he could stop her, Vivian raised her leg and kicked the door open with explosive force.
BANG!
The sound reverberated through the studio like a gunshot. The massive door slammed against the wall, and suddenly every camera, every light, every pair of eyes in the room was focused on the woman standing in the doorway.
Vivian Ning stepped into the blazing lights, her hair still in that predatory ponytail, her smile radiating pure, unadulterated chaos.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced to the millions of viewers watching live, her voice carrying across the stunned silence, "I'm not here to apologize. I'm here to send your precious idol to prison."
The studio erupted into chaos, but Vivian's smile only grew wider.
*Let the games begin.*