My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities - Chapter 55 - Fifty-five Teachings

I arrived in a world of swords and magic, only to find out my unique job is “Penny Candy Store Owner”?!

Well, that’s fine by me. I hate fighting anyway……

Supporting rookie adventurers with snacks that have mysterious powers, and maybe even winning the heart of a yandere witch along the way, let’s do our best!

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“What does it feel like to be a shadow?”People say it's bondage — the absence of light, of freedom. But what is freedom, really?The ability to choose whatever you want?Or... just a beautiful illusion masking the void?Strange question, I know.But you'll understand soon enough.Because my lives?They've always been a little... enlightening.— Kaiser

I just left an honest review, and I was reincarnated. But not into the novel I criticized—into the world of [SSS-Class National Power Heir] .I reincarnated as Baek Seo-jun, the older brother of the original protagonist, faced discrimination, and was discarded as a sacrifice.And then I experienced hell.With the power of the final boss, I will exact revenge on everyone—whether it’s the original protagonist or the villains.[The protagonist who has gained the power of the final boss]

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?