Fourth Prince's Debauchery - Chapter 525 Fox in the Seal

Hello, my name is Hespera, and I am a psychopath or at least that is what all my doctors kept saying... and the god of reincarnation. He and the primordial of Chaos were quite the amusing duo. Oh, did I mention that I am also the first (and last) family member of Chaos. Yeah, that surprised me too. Apparently becoming a Blessed isn't easy.Anyway, I'm about to head out to my... hmm, fifth world? Or was it the sixth? Oh drat, I lost count! Well, whatever. It was lovely meeting you strange person from behind the screen. Please enjoy my life as-Girls! Stop groping me~

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a game where heroes and villains prevailed. I was told I would be granted one wish if I clear the game. The protagonist, who received a growth cheat that allows you to steal his stats by killing an opponent. He kills villains to grow up, but for some reason people mistake him for a “dark hero.” [Story-oriented]

I died in my world… and woke up in someone else’s story.But not as the hero. Not as the villain. Not even as a side character who mattered. I’m… an NPC—a nobody, a background observer, invisible to everyone.At first, I thought I was powerless. But then I discovered something strange: I could leave notes, whisper hints, move objects… small nudges that subtly changed the story. Every tiny action rippled through the plot, shaping outcomes, saving lives, and altering the fate of heroines, heroes, and even villains.The catch? The story is alive. It resists interference. Push too hard, and accidents happen. Plot twists turn against me. Minor disasters loom. The more I try to influence, the more the story fights back.So I play carefully. I study. I manipulate quietly. I watch the heroines, heroes, and overlooked side characters, weaving invisible threads that guide them. I don’t fight. I don’t cheat. I survive—and maybe, just maybe, I can change the story from the shadows.From an unnoticed NPC to the hidden hand behind the world, I’ll prove that even a nobody can rewrite the story.

Married for four years, Wren Sutton deeply loved her husband, Adrian Lancaster.In the end, what she got in return was a cold, cruel reality: her husband's heart belonged to another woman. The favoritism and indulgence he showed that woman were things she had never received.Though jealous, Wren Sutton had an epiphany. Since she couldn't warm the man's heart, she would grab his money instead.She came up with a plan to “trick” Adrian Lancaster into signing the divorce papers, waiting for the cooling-off period to end.An accident struck unexpectedly. A plane crash shattered all plans, completely changing both of their destinies.Before the plane crashed, the only thing that flashed through Adrian Lancaster's mind was Wren Sutton's face. Her every frown and smile had long been deeply imprinted on his soul, occupying his heart, impossible to erase.Love had taken root and sprouted during their four years of marriage. He realized it too late, his eyes turning red with regret.“Wren Sutton, I love you.”Reunion.Adrian Lancaster, covered in scars and filled with belated love, let go of all his pride. On the long road to winning back his wife, he lost control, trapping Wren Sutton in his arms in a fervent kiss, his eyes reddening.“Darling, give me one more chance, I'm begging you...”Hearing the man's trembling, pleading voice, Wren Sutton raised her hand to smooth his anxious brow. Her hatred dissipated, replaced by a calm acceptance.“Adrian Lancaster, we're divorced.”Adrian Lancaster's defenses crumbled. “Those divorce papers don't count.”Wren Sutton: “You signed them yourself.”Adrian Lancaster: “The child doesn't agree.”The child: “...”Both leads are clean.