I Raised the Villain's Daughter Too Well-Chapter 55: Didn’t Know! -
If Han Suyeon had to pick the happiest day of her life—
Naturally, it would be her last day on Earth.
“CLEARED!!!! CLEARED!!!! Hey unnie, oppas—did you see that? You saw it, right?!”
[WTF;; did that psycho bitch actually do it? No freaking way??]
[You didn’t use a trainer, right?]
[Didn’t even run macros LOLOLOLOL]
[For real? Total nutjob lmao]
[No life? She stuck to her computer for 72 hours without sleep? How’d she even go to the bathroom?]
[Does anyone know why that Coke bottle in the back is yellow? -_-]
“Aw~ Thank you for the compliments!!”
Suyeon grinned with deep, dark circles under her eyes, reading the chat.
Strictly speaking, those weren’t compliments, but she didn’t care either way.
‘Fuck... this can’t not blow up.’
Trainerless. Macroless. Solo play. The world’s first—
She achieved the SSS-rank ending of Beast-Burdened Hero.
Starting tomorrow, salty overseas gamers would break down her stream frame-by-frame, analyzing whether she cheated, wondering how a single person could stay focused for 72 hours straight without breaks.
And when that passed? Her subscriber count would shoot past a million.
Her declining channel could finally bounce back. When she first planned this, she worried—could she pull it off, even as Korea’s top player? But in the end, there really wasn’t anything she couldn’t do.
Watching the nonstop chat scroll and donation alerts explode across the screen, Suyeon stretched her arms high overhead.
“Ugh...nnnghh...”
She wanted to bask in the glory. Maybe stream lazily and soak up support money for three hours.
But—she was too damn tired.
She might collapse at any moment. But hey, as the world’s first SSS-rank player of Beast-Burdened Hero, she had to go out cool.
Suyeon gave the camera a stylish wink.
“Hey guys, seriously I think I’m about to die, so I’m gonna nap a bit. Just eight hours. See you tonight, yeah?”
[byebyebyebyebyebyebye]
[Honestly a miracle you didn’t pass out already]
She ended the stream and staggered to her bed. Just as she was about to fix the blankets—
—Slip.
“Huh?”
Her foot caught on a PET bottle. One that, probably due to a factory error, had been filled with lemonade instead of Coke.
It happened in an instant.
CRASH!!!!!
“Ghk—kuheok...”
[lol nice skit]
[...Did she just hit the desk corner?]
[Wait this looks bad, she’s not breathing]
[No way, right...?]
As something sticky trickled down from her head, the last thing Suyeon felt wasn’t fear or despair.
‘...Well. At least I cleared it. Pour one out.’
A fitting end for a true hardcore gamer.
****
But when she woke up, it wasn’t heaven.
She hadn’t gone to hell for breaking arcade machines as a kid either.
It was a completely new, unfamiliar place.
“U-waaah?”
“Hm. Born with strong muscle and bone. She’ll make a fine warrior.”
‘The hell is this.’
It didn’t take Han Suyeon long to realize she’d been reborn as an infant.
But it wasn’t just any reincarnation—that, she wouldn’t learn until years later.
“This is... inside Beasts Dream of Heroes...”
The Palthis family. Sword Aura. All the other elements.
She’d had her suspicions from the proper nouns thrown around even before she could read or speak...
But when the certainty finally hit, it wasn’t joy that welled up—it was dread.
“Status window, maybe?”
[Armeria / False Hero]
“UWAAK!”
Startled by the glowing blue screen that really did appear, she quickly regained her composure and checked the interface.
No doubt about {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} it. It was the UI from the game.
The game she’d been the best in the world at. No way she was mistaken.
She should be happy, probably...
“...I’m not confident.”
Han Suyeon—now Armeria—lay flat on the dueling grounds, letting out a deep sigh.
This wasn’t a keyboard and mouse.
This was real.
A hell-difficulty game with no continues—one she had to clear on the first try.
If she finished the game with less than an A-rank evaluation...
Everyone would die.
Her baby sibling, Leah, who was still flailing around in the crib.
Her family, annoying as their meddling was, but still loving.
Everyone else—turned to ash.
“Sigh...”
And the canon lore was terrifying to begin with.
The true ending was the destruction of all humanity. The protagonist survives alone, once a beast, now the last living human in a world without dreams or hope.
Leave things be, and that’s how it ends. So—
“...Guess I’d better show what I can do.”
Armeria stood up, fire in her eyes.
The protagonist hadn’t been found yet.
Probably still growing up somewhere deep in the mountains.
If she tried to find them now, it might mess things up. Better to let them cook a while—and take care of what she could handle.
“Armeria! Have you broken the family rules again?!”
“Yes.”
“Do that one more time and I’ll cut the tendons in your limbs!”
“Try me, gramps~”
“...???”
The head of House Palthis was left speechless as she brazenly held out her wrist.
She was only eight years old. He’d thought a little yelling would be enough to make her never sneak out again...
Flustered, he tried to mask it by raising his voice further.
“Y-you’re confined! Don’t leave your room!”
“So I skip training today?”
“...Come out for that.”
“Pff. What kind of confinement is that?”
“...”
She couldn’t be stopped.
If he really locked her up, physically restrained her, then what was the point of raising her in a Hero’s bloodline?
He at least had to keep her from leaving the estate—but—
“She slipped out again?”
“...My apologies!”
Her talent didn’t allow for it.
To escape even Palthis’s elite guard at that age...
“Phewww...”
The patriarch sighed and looked up at the blue sky.
She would be safe, with skills like that. Probably...
But whether this counted as a failed child-rearing or a wild success—he couldn’t begin to tell.
“Taking all this with me won’t be a problem, right?”
Now a being untouchable even by her own family, Armeria freely came and went between the estate and the outside world, hauling in elixirs as she pleased.
These were things that wouldn’t be discovered for decades anyway. It wouldn’t be much of an issue.
She drank half of the elixirs herself, and shoved the other half into the mouth of her pretty little sister.
“Blegh—cough, cough, u-unnie... it’s bitter. I don’t wanna.”
“You have to. You need to finish it all.”
Honestly, she’d considered just drinking it all herself—
But she felt bad for Leah, who ended up under double the supervision because of her.
More than anything—
“You’ve got more talent than me, you know? So grow up well and pay me back someday.”
“...?”
Talent cultivation was urgent.
Leah’s questioning gaze quickly gave way to a full-blown expression of disgust at the bitter taste.
“Oho. Pretty strong, aren’t you?”
“Wanna be friends with us too?”
“Get lost.”
She even forged a bond with Olvesia.
“Dad. If you don’t invest in this, I’m going to die, so think carefully.”
“Armeria, what in the world are you talking about? You want the family to invest everything into a collapsing merchant? How could you—”
“Leah! Bring me the rope!”
“Wait—n-no, fine! Just calm down, please!”
She leveraged suicide threats to expand the family fortune.
“Khhh... What kind of strength does a little brat like this have...”
“Phew. Easy.”
Even tribal factions that would later serve the crown prince — she discreetly began rooting them out in advance.
—Preparations were now complete.
With this, even an S-rank ending might be within reach. The foundation was perfect.
All that’s left is getting into the Academy. That’s when the real game begins, so focus...
Humming to herself at the thought of meeting Arin, she checked the letter left in her room — and saw something strange.
“...Huh?”
Unlike the others, it was written on luxurious stationery.
She checked the sender. Seriratus.
“Oh... um...”
Frowning slightly, she opened it.
The contents were written with full formal decorum and went on for some time.
In Earth terms, it amounted to: "We’re throwing a birthday party. You’re invited, I guess."
She could go or not go. It didn’t matter.
The problem was that it came from Seriratus.
“Why’s she reaching out now...?”
It was strange.
According to canon, this shouldn’t be happening.
This was the first deviation — a route not found in the original story.
“...”
Armeria, face serious in thought, made a decision.
“Guess I’ll find out if I go.”
It’s not like a birthday party was worth flipping out over.
Sure, the status window flashed “Variable” in huge letters the other day, but nothing came of it, so whatever.
She burned the letter without much thought.
Completely unaware of what kind of butterfly effect that simple act would unleash.
****
Dueling grounds.
I asked again, baffled.
I’m going to destroy the world?
“What are you talking about?”
“Let’s start with this — yeah, your guess was right. This is inside a game.”
The masked figure sighed and answered.
“But guess what the genre is.”
“RPG, obviously.”
“You’re only 10% right.”
“What?”
“I mean it’s not just an RPG. Every genre you can think of is mixed in. You’ve never heard of Beasts Dream of Heroes?”
“Never.”
“Really? It’s super famous. Were you like, locked in a basement studying or something...”
I searched my memory, but no such game came to mind.
I frowned and pressed further.
“Okay, and what does any of that have to do with us all dying?”
“You didn’t know Arin is the protagonist?”
“...?”
Seeing my blank face, the masked girl nodded slowly.
“Yeah. That expression says you really didn’t know.”
“She’s the protagonist? Then why is she a commoner?”
“Ugh. You’ve been living like a noble too long. What, commoners can’t be protagonists now?”
“It’s a question of efficiency. If the protagonist’s a commoner and has weird powers, I’d assume it’s impossible to progress the game. Realistically, Arin isn’t even capable of surviving normal academy life.”
“Right. She can’t. That’s why the whole point of the early game is survival.”
She dropped the bombshell like it was nothing.
“And you’re blocking that survival. Twice, already.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I don’t know exactly what you did, but Firnea doesn’t hate Arin. And in the exam, Arin was supposed to get beaten down and lose — but you made her win.”
“...? Isn’t that helping her survive?”
“No, no...”
The masked girl shook her head.
“You prevented Arin from breaking out of her shell.”
“What?”
“Arin’s the kind of character who grows explosively by being broken, crushed, and defeated. But you’re babying her too much. Coddling her so much she’s way too weak.”
“H-hold on—you're saying Arin is weak right now?”
“Yeah. Super weak. I’ve got over 5,000 hours logged. I’m telling you, out of all the runs I’ve done, this is the weakest she’s ever been.”
“...”
Her?
She already felt ridiculously overpowered. Just how strong was she supposed to be?
I was still reeling when the masked figure snapped at me.
“So I’ll be honest. I still don’t fully trust you.”
“...What now.”
Her dramatic tone from earlier had vanished.
Aside from the distorted voice, she sounded like a perfectly normal noble lady as she stepped back.
“Are you really clueless about the game? Or are you just trying to mess with me?”
“Why would I want to mess with you?”
“If you’re not, then how the hell did every single action you take end up blocking Arin’s most important events? You even stole the first meeting! I was supposed to earn her favor!”
“...”
“It’s weird. I mean, if you really didn’t know, that’d make sense. Because I can’t think of any other reason you’d do this. But if you’re doing it all on purpose, then it’s kind of terrifying for me, you know? Coincidence has limits.”
If she wasn’t lying—
Then yeah, I might’ve screwed up.
Come to think of it, there’s no reason this person should’ve shown up to me this early.
If she knew I was a reincarnator, and wanted to manipulate me, she’d pretend there weren’t any other reincarnators. That’d be more efficient.
She probably really just wanted to figure out who I was.
There’s no need to be hostile here. I raised a hand slightly and answered.
“If I did anything that disrupted your plans, I’m sorry. It was all coincidence. I had no ill intent.” fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
“Hmmm...”
After watching me for a moment, she spoke firmly.
“Then prove it.”
“If it’s something I can do, I’ll do it. But afterward, I have something to ask you.”
“Sure. Ask anything. We’re from the same place, right?”
If she really was a reincarnator who knew the original game — she was on a whole other level.
She probably knew who Seriratus’s enemies were.
If I could learn that, I could fulfill my goals at the Academy. I felt my heart turn cold, and swore to carry out any task she gave me.
“What do I need to do to earn your trust?”
“Try abusing Arin a little.”
“?”
“Physically and mentally.”
She said it like it was obvious.
...Fucking psycho.
