Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 490: Villains

Heat burned beneath her skin, and her head throbbed violently.

’Seriously? Again?’ Aurora almost cursed aloud. ’Why do I always feel like some fragile queen? Why can’t I just have one normal day?’

Groaning softly, she struggled to sit up and reach for her medicine.

What should have been a simple action felt unbearably difficult, as though her limbs no longer belonged to her. She tried again and again, fingers fumbling uselessly. Her chest tightened with frustration.

Finally, she gave up.

’Someone will come check on me,’ she thought weakly, sinking back onto the bed. Her body felt heavier by the minute, strength draining away bit by bit.

Time passed, stretching uncomfortably long. Yet no one came. Her parents didn’t appear. No family member knocked on the door. A faint sense of unease began to creep into her heart. Something’s wrong.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, hurried footsteps echoed outside, voices overlapping in panic.

Aurora froze for a second before forcing herself to move. Dragging her weakened body toward the door, she grasped the handle and pulled it open with effort.

The sight before her made her blood run cold.

A pool of red blood spread across the floor, stark and horrifying. Aurora froze in place, her mind going blank, as if she were staring at something utterly monstrous.

Her legs trembled so badly that she could barely trust them to hold her weight.

’This can’t be real,’ Aurora thought, her breath coming out uneven, shallow, as if the air itself had thickened.

She stepped out of her room slowly, every movement stiff and hesitant, and the instant she did, her heart seemed to stop altogether.

There, sprawled on the cold floor, lay her sister.

"Olivia..."

Aurora’s vision blurred as she stared at the familiar face, eyes wide open and empty, a knife driven straight into Olivia’s chest.

For a brief moment, Aurora froze, her mind refusing to process what her eyes were screaming at her.

Then she dropped to her knees, the hard floor biting into her skin, and reached out with shaking hands. She patted Olivia’s cheek, her touch hesitant, disbelieving.

’Wake up. Please wake up.’

Time dragged on in cruel silence. The chill seeped into Aurora’s fingers, then into her bones. Olivia’s skin was cold. Too cold. Cold enough to tell her a truth she never wanted to accept.

Aurora remained kneeling there for a long while, unmoving, before tears finally streamed down her face.

She shook her head repeatedly, her lips trembling. "This is impossible... Olivia can’t be dead. She can’t."

As if clinging to a final shred of hope, she leaned down and pressed her ear against Olivia’s chest, right where her heart should have been beating.

Nothing.

No rhythm. No warmth. No life. Olivia’s face looked drained of all color, like a doll abandoned by its owner.

For a moment, Aurora didn’t know what to do, or even how to breathe. Then her chest tightened violently, and a broken sob tore out of her throat. She clutched her head, nails digging into her scalp.

"No... no..." she muttered hoarsely. "The ending was changed. I changed it. So why... why hasn’t Olivia’s ending changed? Why did she still die?"

Her voice cracked as she called out desperately, "Lucas!"

No response.

"Theodore!"

Silence answered her. "Adriana! Mom! Dad!"

Her voice echoed uselessly through the house. There was nothing. No footsteps, no voices, no warmth.

Aurora pulled Olivia into her arms, gripping her tightly as if refusing to let go would somehow reverse everything.

"It’s okay," she whispered frantically. "We’ll go to the hospital. They’ll save you. They have to. Even if you’re gone, there must be a way... there has to be a way."

She forced herself to stand, her entire body burning with fever, dizziness threatening to pull her back down.

Step by step, she dragged herself forward, carrying Olivia toward the door. Her arms shook violently, but she didn’t stop.

Then she reached the living room.

In that instant, her heart turned completely cold. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed onto the floor. Olivia’s body slipped from her grasp and rolled limply beside her.

Aurora lifted her head slowly, and the world around her went numb. A strange, suffocating silence filled her ears.

Her family was there. Everywhere.

Mary lay across the table, her eyes still open, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth and pooling beneath her.

Adam was sprawled on the floor, his head blown open, crimson staining the tiles beneath him. Adriana lay on the sofa, eyes wide as she stared blankly at the ceiling, her body eerily still.

Theodore hung from a rope, his body swaying slightly, as if the house itself were breathing.

And Lucas...

Aurora’s breath hitched violently as she saw him. A knife was lodged straight through his chest, just like Olivia’s.

She shook her head again and again, tears pouring down her face. "This is wrong... this isn’t how it was supposed to be. This isn’t the ending."

Her voice broke as she muttered over and over, "It’s a dream. It has to be a dream. This isn’t real. It can’t be real."

Suddenly, a calm, unfamiliar voice echoed through the room.

"This is the ending."

Aurora stiffened. Slowly, clarity returned to her eyes as she looked around, searching wildly. "Who are you?" she demanded weakly.

The voice replied evenly, "It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that this is the ending. You can’t change it."

Aurora’s breathing grew ragged. "I can," she whispered fiercely. "I already changed things."

The voice continued, unbothered, "Even if you try, there will be countless other endings. Some may look different, but many will lead here all the same. This was destined."

Aurora clenched her fists until her nails drew blood. "Who are you to say that?" she spat.

"I made an agreement with the White Mist Minister. He promised me that I could change my family’s endings as long as I listened to his words."

At her words, the voice laughed softly, as if hearing a joke. "I never promised that."

Aurora froze.

"I only promised to cure your illness," the voice continued calmly.

Her hands trembled as rage and despair surged through her chest. "Then what was the price?" Aurora demanded.

Silence fell.

Her teeth clenched as she repeated, "What was the price? Everything in this world has a price. You’re talking to me now, so you must want something in return."

Just as Aurora was about to accept thatthe dream would pass without any answer, a voice finally brushed against her ears, soft yet unmistakably clear.

"Aurora... you are smart."

The words seemed to echo inside her skull rather than the room itself.

She steadied her breathing, fingers curling slightly at her side. She did not rush it. Aurora waited calmly, her eyes fixed on the blank space before her, her senses stretched thin.

The voice did not disappoint.

"There is something you possess... something I want."

Aurora’s gaze sharpened. Her lips parted slightly, but she held her silence. The voice continued, unhurried, almost indulgent.

"You have intelligence. And you are aware of the existence of system, aren’t you?"

Her mind exploded with possibilities.

’So it knows how much I know... or perhaps more than I ever imagined.’ Before she could respond, the voice flowed on, leaving her no space to interrupt.

"There are still things you do not understand. The reason you know this plot... the reason you see through the falsehoods... is because you were chosen."

Aurora’s breath caught.

"You were chosen to correct everything."

The voice lowered, gaining a sharper edge.

"And this time, your task is not merely to correct the plot. You must also change the destiny of the villains. You must remove the bugs."

Aurora froze. The room felt colder, as if the warmth had been drained from the walls. Her throat tightened before she finally spoke, her voice steady but cautious.

"Are you talking about Eleanor?"

Silence answered her.

The absence of sound was louder than any reply. Aurora frowned slightly, her thoughts racing.

’If it won’t answer, then I’ll reason it out myself.’ She exhaled and spoke again, more to herself than the void.

"Eleanor is the only one who managed to hide a system. She’s the only one who truly feels like a bug."

The voice returned, firmer this time.

"It is not only Eleanor. It is everyone who forced your family into the role of villains."

Aurora stiffened.

"No one is born a villain," the voice continued. "Every person is the main character of their own life. They each have their own script. Some are filled with ambition, some with success, some painfully ordinary. Yet all of them live, breathe, and enjoy their own existence."

Aurora listened, her chest tightening.

"In their own stories," the voice went on, "they are never meant to be declared villains and sentenced to death... unless they are truly evil."

"The Waters family," the voice said, "was never evil. They were innocent. Yet they were painted as villains."