The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

The difference between them is mainly controlled by Ryan, the master of the dream world.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed in the dream world.

Yvette had become completely immersed in this false sense of beauty and was utterly unaware of the changes taking place in the entire dream world.

One morning.

As usual, Yvette and her siblings were playing on the lawn.

Just then, a clanging sound came from the iron gate.

The children all turned to look, and there stood a middle-aged man with faltering steps and tattered clothes.

He stared blankly at the children in the manor, then his eyes filled with malice.

He began to go berserk, pulling at the iron bars and banging his head against them like a madman.

The children were terrified, and their parents rushed out upon hearing the noise. After discovering the middle-aged man, the husband immediately went over to him.

However, he did not approach, and instead cautiously raised his cane.

"Sir, what difficulties are you facing? Do you need help?"

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then became even more agitated, his two highly rotten hands desperately reaching into the gaps in the iron bars.

The husband noticed something was wrong and then used his longsword to pierce his shoulder.

Later, the middle-aged man was taken away by the guards.

This little incident did not dampen Yvette's good mood today.

They continued to play around.

the next day.

Something strange happened to the iron fence at the entrance.

Two people who were also walking with difficulty came this time: a young woman and a child.

They must be a mother and child.

Their clothes were still tattered, they were covered in blood, and they stared at Yvette in the yard with ferocious expressions.

With the efforts of the husband and guards, the mother and child were brought under control.

Yvette still didn't take it too seriously.

On the third day, four people came to the door.

They are all different in height, weight, and build.

This time, they scaled the iron fence and even captured Yvette's sister.

Fortunately, the parents and guards arrived in time, preventing a tragedy from happening.

The parents noticed something was wrong, and Yvette also felt that something was amiss.

When the fourth day arrived, eight people appeared at the door.

They were all strong and healthy young men.

They easily scaled the iron fence and rushed onto the lawn. The father and the guards fought back fiercely, and all eight youths were eventually killed, but most of the guards were also killed or wounded.

Day .

Sixteen people appeared at the door.

The father and the few remaining guards fought with all their might, but they were still no match for them.

In the end, the sixteen men were driven back, but the guards were all killed, and the father was seriously injured.

The entire manor was left with only the mother and the defenseless children.

On the sixth day, as the sun rose above the horizon, thirty-two men appeared outside the iron fence.

Their faces were covered in blood, and their eyes were filled with unquenchable malice and rage.

They climbed over the iron fence and rushed onto the lawn.

In front of Yvette,

It bit off its mother's neck, tore off its younger brother's limbs, and ripped open its younger sister's stomach.

Unable to accept reality, the older sister chose to commit suicide.

The older brother abandoned his family and ran away, but not long after, his head was dragged back by a young man with a blood-covered face.

Of the survivors, only Yvette survived.

Chapter 245 The Bad Woman's Transformation Plan

When Yvette opened her eyes again, she found herself back in that room.

The cold utensils gleamed with a faint, chilling light in the candlelight.

In the corner, Ryan sat as always, watching Yvette with amusement.

The tragic deaths of her parents before her eyes once again stirred up the past she didn't want to recall.

It felt as if a steel knife had been plunged into the wound in her heart, where it had just begun to heal, and then plunged it back in again.

This kind of mental anguish is something that ordinary people cannot understand.

Yvette glared angrily at Ryan: "What...did you do?!"

Why did you do that?!

"Why?! Why did you kill my family?!"

Ryan maintained the same smile: "No, no, no, Yvette, you're wrong."

"The one who truly killed your family was none other than..."

"It's yourself."

"Those who attacked the manor, don't you... have any recollection of them at all?"

Ryan's question did indeed stump Yvette.

She has no recollection of those people.

Ryan accurately captured this moment of confusion.

"It seems that even you yourself don't know what you've done."

"What an outrageous woman..."

"I killed so many innocent people with my own hands, but when I turned around, I couldn't even remember what they looked like."

"Is it that you're inherently cold-hearted, or that you've killed so many people that you simply can't remember them all?"

The person I... killed?

After Ryan mentioned it, Yvette did remember.

The first middle-aged man who attacked the manor seemed to be... the same one I killed back then, the contributing editor of the Adventurer's Weekly.

name......

Can't remember.

But so what!

I did nothing wrong!

Everyone in the Duchy of Ferrante deserves to die!

The old King Bereinin deserves to die!

Those nobles deserve to die too!

Even those who have received kindness from their parents are the same!

When they received the favor, everyone regarded their family as saviors.

But when their family was wronged and brutally murdered by Berlein and his gang, not a single person stood up! Everyone just coldly watched their family perish.

They all deserve to die!!!

Yvette gritted her teeth, walked up to Ryan, and grabbed him by the collar.

"I know you did all of this!"

"Everything that happens in this world is under your control."

"Get those bastards out of here!"

"Don't hurt my family!"

Ryan grabbed her arm and roughly pushed it away.

Then, he stood up, grabbed her fair face, and squeezed it hard.

Until her mouth was squeezed into a pouty shape.

“Yvette, remember this.”

"Threats are only effective when the strength is equal to or far exceeds that of the opponent."

"Otherwise, you'll just be asking for trouble!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryan grabbed her hair and pulled it roughly.

Yvette struggled desperately, kicking her legs and tearing at Ryan's hands with her hands, spewing out vicious curses.

But it was all in vain.

She was dragged to a corner, and then the door was opened.

She was like a piece of trash, thrown out harshly.

"Since you still haven't figured it out, then go and experience it again."

"Reflect on the feeling of having your beloved family member die in front of you!"

"Just a friendly reminder. If you're planning to do anything, you'd better do it soon!"