Perfect Avatar-Chapter 288: Broken Mirror, The Birth Of A Monster

That day marked a turning point in the young girl’s life. When she first entered the association’s headquarters after that meeting, people could feel her presence before they saw her.

All the rift raids, including her, were filled with stories of her surprising power.

She was stronger than anyone, she ridiculed monsters like no other.

When her teammates were injured, she would take down the boss on her own, and when challenged by stronger opponents, she would defeat them.

She found herself trapped in a rift for several weeks after an outbreak, with many believing it would be her end, with no source of food or drink even an emissary would eventually die, however, she managed to escape the rift. fault, stronger than before, healthier than before.

It was as if his body swallowed up all the riches in the world.

It was partly true, his power was something else, and something in them, something that had ruined his childhood, turned out to be his greatest ally.

She could turn anything into a resource and her soul’s will, something her mentor called a system, gifted her with a healthy body every time she got her wish.

She grew and became stronger than anyone in her kingdom, above all emissaries, in less than a year.

Combining beauty and power, over the years she became a phenomenon known beyond the horizon, she was the pinnacle and she was life’s favorite child, and these little things served as the roots of her downfall.

"The 7th prince of the royal family wants you as his bride! Isn’t that amazing?"

A phrase she had heard before, with different wording.

She was petrified, her parents celebrated with tears of joy, not realizing their daughter’s tears of despair, or maybe they just thought she was crying with them.

Ultimately, even with such formidable power and so many accomplishments, she was just a tool used to please her parents.

"I heard that the 7th prince is very popular, as a complete trash. He is said to be involved in a slavery network in the north. His name is tainted, and he is nowhere near as glorious as the 1st, nor strong as the 3rd prince. The royal family was really smart with this marriage, now not only will his name be cleared by your inheritance, but they will have the most powerful emissary in their family, everyone wins, even your parents are so happy to sacrifice you.... so why are you crying so much?"

Head bowed, the young girl, only 15 years old, remained silent.

Her mentor, visible only to her, was busy combing her hair.

"What’s the problem? You were so proudly defending them when I suggested you go your own way, so why are you so silent now? Where are they? These people you’re afraid to save? These villagers who don’t were just victims? Why are they defending you? See how in the end you’re all alone, it was just convenient to have such a strong friend, but now that you’re gone , they can no longer use you, and they can no longer compete with the royal family to marry you one day."

Charybdis brought the girl’s head to her chest, stroking her head.

"How pitiful, such a beautiful girl with a bright future, such a cute flower, cut off before it can bloom. It will be hard to progress in the castle, but I will do the quest for you. You don’t have to train more, you don’t need to suffer, just do your best to enjoy a new life... while I will make sure to make this body as strong as possible." Her eyes glowed in the darkness.

The girl was brought to a rich mansion belonging to the 7th prince, it was a wealthy establishment in the heart of the capital.

The prince was a tall man, 31 years old, slim with a smile reminiscent of a reptile.

He welcomed his future wife and her parents, and during the presentation dinner, he could not resist the urge to devour her with his gaze.

"She’s a little young, but she’s so cute... She’ll make a good wife."

"Thank you my prince."

"Haha, then let’s talk about you. You’ve been traveling for so long, why don’t we work to find you a place to stay?"

"Hmm? You mean...I thought we’d stay here?"

"Oh, your daughter can stay, but I mean... as your future in-laws, I’d like to give you a better place than my ridiculous mansion..."

They exchanged happily, the young girl trembling because her senses allowed her to feel the prince’s sick smile.

They agreed to stay in a distant house, on the border of the capital.

The prince and some maids accompanied them to help them settle in, leaving the young girl alone in the manor.

Near the window, she looked at the horizon. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever had, the richest of buildings, but the level of quality the nobles could create was astonishing.

This spectacle was as insipid as the freedom of a vast field of grass, but she loved it very much, there was only one problem: it was a sheep waiting to be sacrificed.

She looked at a status screen that only she could see, mesmerized by the high numbers.

Charybdis had worked tirelessly, but was this his wish? What good would her power be if she were condemned? Charybdis’ last words were that they were very close to her climax, so why was she so devastated?

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, but something caught her eye.

She looked behind her and found something she had never seen before, something with a color that caught her attention: a book.

Sitting on her bed, she opened the book and discovered a whole new world.

Dragons, knights, cities in the clouds, witches, curses, all her pain disappeared as she allowed herself to be swallowed up by the wonders of a fairy tale.

Fairy tales were such a deliverance for her, evil was always punished and even in the most difficult situations there was always a miracle.

It always came to the saying: all’s well that ends well.

She lost herself in the beauty of this world, so much so that she could not contemplate the presence entering her room.

Fairy tales told of a beautiful apparition of a princess in distress saved by a prince, and yet it gave her a warmth in her chest that she had long forgotten.

She was in distress and she was alone, her parents were using her, her acquaintances didn’t care about her and her mentor was so absorbed in her power that she forgot to treat her like a human.

She had everything to be like those princesses, so she expected a miracle to happen, a prince to come from nowhere to free her and escape into her fantasy world.

It was possible, she already felt it, as a hand grabbed her wrist.

"Why do you keep ignoring me? Hey, are you... deaf?" The 7th prince groaned.

He stank of alcohol, wearing only a shirt and boxers.

The girl was frozen in place, she was in a cloud, and now she had fallen into the harshest part of reality.

"You’re very cute... I could forgive your parents’ arrogance with that... Oh? Were you reading that? Do you like those things?"

Her hands grabbed the girl’s cheek, but she instantly slapped them and stepped back.

The man held her hand and growled.

"Why you... Bastard... You dare to hit your master? Do you know how much I spent on you? Bitch, I will educate you!"

He got up and rushed towards her, grabbing her hands like an animal.

His eyes were red with anger, his teeth exposed with his sickening smile.

"You made me angry, so no more excuses! I’m going to destroy you... Did you think you could get away with this? Because you’re a little cute? Your parents sold me, you n you’re nothing more than a slave Aah... Come... Here!"

He pulled the girl to throw her on the bed, it was over. His words pierced the girl and broke her last wall of reason.

She wanted more than anything to return to her life as an emissary, to be free, but this life was not necessarily better.

Everyone hated her, when she was helpless she suffered from hunger, her friends made fun of her for being too tall and too skinny, when she was strong she was sent to fight stronger monsters, even stronger than her, and now that she was the pinnacle of humanity, she reached the peak of wealth, royalties, but as a slave.

All her life she was a tool, and no matter where she went, the people were the same.

The poor, the nobles, her parents, there has never been neutral ground. Even her mentor forgot her and continued to slander her people.

She was on top, so why was she also a slave? How can someone be the strongest and least valuable? How could you surpass everyone and be their slave?

Was her beauty the culprit? The fact that she was born a peasant? What was the cause? Who was right? Was it just reality mocking her?

Her world collapsed, along with her tears, but, at the same time, she found an answer.

Her reflection in the mirror showed her a truth she couldn’t see before, because she was questioning everything in the wrong order.

On the mirror, the 7th prince was struggling, pulling her with all his might, shouting, insulting, slapping her, but without the mirror, she wouldn’t have noticed him.

She wondered why the world was so hard on her, why the world allowed the strong to be weak, but the blows of the weak had less effect on her than the wind.

Why was she suffering? The world had its rules, but maybe if she asked the questions the other way around it might be more understandable?

"Why...should I do it?"

"Heff... arh... what? You dare... talk to your master... like that?"

He grabbed her by the throat, his veins showing he was using great force, but she still couldn’t feel it.

"I am your master! Don’t you dare oppose me! I bought you!"

"...So...why am I your slave?"

She brought her hand to her wrist, then removed her hand from her throat, tears falling from her eyes.

"Why can’t you make me your slave? Why can’t you... Make me submit?"

His grip tightened, filling the air with the prince’s screams.

"Why? Why can’t you do it?"

"AAGH!!! Stop!!! AAAH!!!"

He fell to his knees, but his crushed wrist remained in the girl’s hands.

"Give me a reason...Give me a reason to submit...why is it so hard? Why am I your slave when none of you can submit me?"

Her fist completely clenched, the prince’s wrist was completely crushed.

She let go of him, letting his hand fall to the side.

The man’s screams filled the mansion, prompting everyone to rush into the room.

The young girl leaned down, observing with wide eyes one of her tormentors crouching like a wounded animal, was he even different?

"...You can’t? You really can’t do this?"

The man was sobbing pathetically, his eyes and nose running.

"Augh...you’re done...your parents are dead! You’re dead!!!!"

"...Then...kill me."

She slowly brought her hand to his face, grasping it from his chin to his forehead.

"You can’t subdue me, so why are you dominating me? You want to kill me, so why don’t you kill me? Tell me... make it make sense! Why are you all using me when I can crush you all?!"

She closed her hand, to the hand, it was like crushing a loaf of bread, to the eyes, half of the Prince’s head filled the girl’s hand.