The Real Heroine Logs In

For the next three days, armed with the precise itinerary provided by the scrolling comments, I began my little operation–cutting her off at every turn.

Tuesday afternoon.

Janet was meeting her second target.

The number one assassin on the Starlight server.

Game ID: Shadow.

I slipped into a fitted black outfit–sleek, bold, impossible to ignore–and arrived at the lounge bar, Muse, thirty minutes early.

Shadow was a silver-haired boy with a rebellious edge, the kind of untamed wildness that bled into real life.

However, the moment he walked up to the booth and saw my face, the shock in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Even his steps faltered.

I swirled the cocktail in my hand, lips curving slightly.

"That ten thousand gold you owe me from our last PK match–when are you paying it back?

"We agreed, didn't we? Lose, and you work as my free bodyguard for a month."

Just that one detail–something only the two of us would know–was enough to tear down every wall he had.

The untouchable, arrogant top assassin turned red at the ears, stammering as he called me, "Moonlight."

We were in the middle of an easy, lively conversation when the door to the bar suddenly swung open.

Janet rushed in, slightly out of breath.

Today, she deliberately dressed in a soft, delicate floral dress–pure, innocent, the kind designed to tug at heartstrings.

She came, full of anticipation, ready to reel in her second big catch.

However, the moment her gaze swept across the booth and landed on me, smiling across from Shadow– it was like she was struck by lightning.

She froze in place.

Yesterday it was Cedric. Today it was Shadow.

Finally, it clicked.

This was not a coincidence.

I was systematically stealing everything from her.

Her whole body trembled with rage.

Her eyes reddened instantly, nails digging deep into her palms.

However, when she saw how obedient, how attentive Shadow was toward me, she did not even dare to step forward.

She spun around and fled.

Wednesday night.

Her third target.

The number one healer on the server.

Game ID: Miracle Hands.

This time, I wore a soft, elegant French-style dress and took my seat early at a high-end restaurant.

Miracle Hands turned out to be the refined type–gold-rimmed glasses, polished, dangerous in a quiet way.

All it took was one sentence:

"Last time in the dungeon, your positioning almost wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology."

Just like that, he willingly cut my steak for me, poured my wine–completely at my service.

By the time Janet arrived–carefully dressed, full of expectation–what she saw was the two of us deep in conversation, laughing like we knew each other forever.

She was on the verge of losing her mind.

[It's over! The female lead's men have all been stolen!]

[Janet smashed three cups at home already!]

[The villainess is ruthless–using info gaps to intercept everything!]

[Janet, don't panic–just call all five of them out and confront her!]

[Yes! Expose her for being a player!]

[But honestly, isn't this fair? Janet was the one impersonating her first.]

I watched the comments scroll wildly across my vision, the smile on my lips growing deeper.

So, she finally snapped.

Backed into a corner–ready to lash out?

Right on cue.

After I finished meeting the remaining two, Janet finally exploded.

Friday night.

I received her challenge.

I just returned from another meetup when I saw her standing outside my bedroom door, her face dark with fury.

"Tomorrow night. I've booked a private room at the Peninsula Hotel. All five of them will be there. Do you dare show up and face them?"

I smiled lightly.

"Of course. I'll be there on time."

Gather all five targets into one place for a showdown?

Janet, you really have no idea how fast you're digging your own grave.

At eight that night, in ten-centimeter heels, I pushed open the door to the Peninsula Hotel's VIP room.