Glory [e-sports] - Chapter 250.3: It was a game filled with excitement, a wonderful showdown.

One day when she was thirteen years old, while chewing bread as a snack, Dalia Pesteros suddenly remembered her past life. This is an impoverished otome game world where the main characters go crazy, and she was born as the sister of the worst villain in the future!

There is no solution at this rate. The family will be exterminated, and I will be thrown away. So, no matter what, I must get out of this family as soon as possible!

‘Now that it’s like this, I need to lower their guard and run away.’

In order to get rid of the relatives who aim for the family and the sly emperor, it’s better to be in good favor with my brother-

“I want to dance with Dalia. What’s the problem?”

“I’m sorry, but my sister is shy.”

“Dalia said I was her favorite!”

Somehow, it’s not only my brother that I tamed, but all the strongest characters in this world are obsessed with me!

“Keep it in your mouth… Swallow it… Baby, be good…“

Du Wan passed away and became a short-lived cannon fodder.

She was cheated out of the mine by the male protagonist, her gold finger was stolen by the female protagonist, and even her mother-in-law who took care of her was killed by the male protagonist.

So, when the injured villain came to her for help——

Thinking of the story about Mr. Dongguo and the wolf, Du Wan said quietly: “Young master, everyone is destined to die, so you should go with peace of mind. Be good, stop struggling, it’s useless.”

Villain Pei: “…”

There is a saying in MMP that I don’t know whether to say or not…

Everyone knows that Pei Haofeng looks like a dragon and is both civil and military, but they don’t know that he is also a bit petty and loves to hold grudges.

He was very upset about her failure to save her.

then……

[ps: The little cannon fodder fought against three top bosses at the beginning! ]

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