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Author: LyraDhani\nPrologue. An Effort to be Loved
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The villainess shouted bitterly at the poor woman.
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[âIâm going to kill you!â
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âCanât you stop, Theresa Squire-!â]
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However, there was no way the heroine could be defeated.
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Because this was the scene of killing her half-sister, the villainess.
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[âOh, Father.â
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âTrying to kill your sister, youâre going too far! I canât stand you anymore even if youâre my child.â]
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Tak!
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I stopped the game and checked the playtime.
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âHmm⊠Iâm dying too fast this time too.â
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Hair that was cut and tied roughly because it was long and messy.
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A black hoodie and jeans that Iâd worn for days.
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Pale skin from not seeing sunlight, and narrow eyes from looking at the monitor all day.
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Though I look like this, I am a game developer.
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All the team members had left work, and I was the only one that stayed up all night in a studio that was too big to be called a game company.
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The name of the game currently in production was <Godâs Play>. It was a reverse harem game.
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It was a simple story in which the main character, the Dukeâs long-lost daughter, found her family again, was loved and built a good relationship with handsome male characters.
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The game wasnât all that bad since it was made by investing all of our passion for a long time, but there was a problem.
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That is, the villainess died too quickly.
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I made the villainess simple.
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Adding a jealous half-sister was the easiest way to maximize the position of the beloved protagonist.
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Unlike the main character who suffered in the slum, she was a born noble, so her ideology and authoritarianism were deeply embedded in her bones.
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If things didnât go her way, she got violent quickly. Selfishness, rudeness, arroganceâŠ
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It was safe to say that all the bad things were added in.
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Perhaps thatâs why she became a villainess who was handled too easily during the gameplay.
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This couldnât give any tension at all.
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The number of male main characters had become insufficient.
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âEven if I am bad at this, I have to balance it to get to the middle of the storyâŠâ
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I rubbed my tired eyes and stared at [Theresa], the villainess on the monitor.
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A beautiful woman with black hair and silver-gray eyes, like a masterpiece.
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The villainess who seemed to have everything but love.
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I laughed out loud.
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In order for one to be loved, does the other have to be unloved?
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So, I wondered if love really is special.
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Naturally, my gaze reached [Libby].
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The heroine who was loved by everyone I made, but not loving anyone else.
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For that reason, it was a character that I found difficult to sympathize with.
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Rather, the narrative of the villainess was more convincing.
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ââŠAh, I must be tired. Iâm drenched in useless emotions.â
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I am the eldest daughter of a remarried family.
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My mother who had an eight-year-old daughter married a man from a good family.
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My stepfather also had two children. One daughter and one son.
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They acknowledged the existence of a stepmother but eventually refused to accept me.
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The more I tried to prove that I was a useful daughter to my stepfather so that I wouldnât be abandoned, the more my siblings hated me.
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It was very difficult to understand.
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I yielded anything to my siblings, looked after them when necessary, tolerated their demands, and was treated unfairly.
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I was willing to be a convenient daughter and a useful sister.
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No. That position was inevitable.
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Because nobody wanted me and nobody loved me.
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I had felt many times that I wished I was gone.
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So I was more desperate not to be abandoned.
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Those were disgusting days.
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Eventually, I became nothing more than a daughter who listened to my stepfather as well as my mother.
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One day, I asked myself.
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âAre you tired?â
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âŠâŠ.
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There was simply no right answer.
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In my faded memory, I had been exhausted since childhood and I had learned to give up after the third year my birthday was passed as nothing.
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In the meantime, I had repeatedly bitten my lips several times just to say that I also want to be loved.
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When I saw the broken old dolls and old game consoles that kept the memories of my half-siblings in the closet, I was instantly speechless.
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My toys were not there.
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Thatâs when I realized.
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I was the only one who felt sorry and I was the only one who tried.
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By the time I turned 20 years old, I took revenge on the humans I didnât want to call family and left the house.
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Nevertheless, painful memories were rarely forgotten.
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I grew older as âShin Jiwooâ, a child who was not loved.
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I felt like a defective product that was branded as indelible.
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Tak!
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I brought the game back to the starting point to get rid of the thoughts that had been cluttering my mind.
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It was to check the villainess who was destined to eventually die through any route.
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[âŠLoading..]
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The opening song, which Iâd heard so much, came through the headset.
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It was then.
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âUh⊠Why am I so dizzyâŠ?â
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Even before I finished speaking,
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Boom!
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The sound of my head crashing down echoed in my ears.
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It was the last thing I heard on Earth.
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* * *
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âWake her up.â
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It was a solemn voice.
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The manâs language was unfamiliar, but I strangely understood it.
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Splash!
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âAh!â
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I frantically raised my upper body at the sudden flood.
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âWh-what?!â
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âDid you wake up?â
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My eyes turned aside to the voice that woke me up.
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A middle-aged man with black hair and silver eyes looked down at me coldly.
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I opened my lips weakly and murmured the name of the familiar man.
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âRaulâŠ?â
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Duke Raul Squire.
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He was the head of the Duke of Squire and the father of the protagonist of <Godâs Play>.
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âSeeing that you call your father by his first name, it seems youâre still half-drunk. Pour another glass of water on the Princess.â
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Then a man next to Duke Raul who appeared to be a henchman tried to pour me a cup of cold water.
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âWait!â
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I called out to Raul with a puzzled look.
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âFa-FatherâŠ?â
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Raul is my father?
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âThen who am I?â
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Raul looked down at me with cold eyes and asked in a voice full of disappointment.
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âAre you sober now?â
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I looked around in amazement.
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There was a strong smell of alcohol, and bottles of alcohol were lying around in the room.
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I felt like my head was going to break if I really drank all of this.
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Thatâs all I could understand.
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I couldnât guess more than that.
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âWhat the hell is going on here?!â
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The moment I screamed in silence.
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Ring!
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