A villainous girl created by paranoia

"Ugly monster! Ugly monster! Ugly monster! Ugly monster..."

Looking at the boys around me who were the same age as me, I could only helplessly shrink into a corner.

One after another, I heard the words "ugly monster," and one knife after another cut through my flesh. The ghosts around me were yelling and stabbing my body with knives.

I'm crying, I'm in so much pain. This is the first time I've ever experienced something so painful, having always been surrounded by my parents' kindness. I feel like I'm suffocating.

I feel so bad, so bad, I hate it so much, I hate all of this... Why are you bullying me like this? Why am I an ugly monster? What did I do wrong? Why is this world so unfair to me?

Just when I started to hate the world, they appeared.

"Shut up! You bunch of idiots! You're not allowed to bully her!"

Soft, fluffy brown hair, a delicate, doll-like face, and a small body that formed a large wall around me, a wall to block out malice.

"And who are you! Are you the ugly monster's best friend?!"

"An ugly person's friend is also an ugly person!"

"Yes! Ugly monster!"

The little girl with brown hair trembled. Any girl would feel bad if she was said that to her.

No, no, no, she's not ugly! She's not ugly at all! She's beautiful!

I don't know where I got the strength, but I rushed straight to the boy who was pointing at the girl in front of me and bit his finger.

"Aaaaaaah, it hurts! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

The little boy yelled and kicked me, but I ignored the pain. Like a mad dog, I bit his finger hard. The metallic taste of rust filled my mouth, a truly nauseating flavor.

I don't know what I want to do anymore. I just feel wronged by being called ugly by them, but I didn't intend to attack them. My mother used to say that I shouldn't hurt others, and I've always listened to her, but this time... no way!

Although I don't know that little girl, I won't allow you to insult her! I won't allow it!

At that moment, the boy's companions also attacked me, pulling and kicking me as they did so.

I was in so much pain, so much pain, but I still didn't give in.

When the girl with tea-colored hair saw me being beaten by a bunch of boys, she rushed over to help. But as a girl, she was no match for the boys in a fight, so the girl with tea-colored hair was quickly pushed into the sandpit by the boys.

The small stones in the sandpit were very hard, and they easily cut several bloody marks on her arm. She covered her injured arm, bewildered and at a loss, and crystal tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the sandpit.

I bit the boy's finger harder, and the boy screamed as he hit me even harder.

"Let go! You ugly monster! You crazy woman!"

My body was in so much pain that I couldn't muster any strength. In the end, I had no choice but to let go, and the boy easily pushed me into the sandpit. Then, the boy kicked me like a madman.

"Mad dog! Ugly freak! I told you not to bite me! I told you not to bite me!"

I have no strength left, I am in a lot of pain, and all I can do is hug my head and try to curl my body up.

Heroes rescuing damsels in distress only happen to beautiful women, but I'm not beautiful, and I'm also quite ugly, yet my hero still came.

It was a boy wearing shorts and a t-shirt, with a baseball cap, walking towards me with an unhappy expression.

"Hey, you bunch of trash, how dare you bully a girl in front of me? Do you want to die?"

The boys who were kicking me looked back at the boy in the baseball cap with great displeasure after hearing his words.

"And where are you from...?"

Before the boy could finish speaking, the boy in the baseball cap rushed in front of him and punched him hard in the face.

Immediately afterwards, the boy in the baseball cap started fighting with the other boys. The girl with brown hair and I just stood there dumbfounded, watching the boy in the baseball cap knock down the boys one by one. At that moment, I thought that boy was really cool.

The boy in the baseball cap was also badly injured, with a bruised and swollen face, and his hat had been knocked off. But he still managed to beat the other boys. He limped towards us and asked us a question.

"Hey, Ugly Girl, Sweet Girl, are you two alright?"

Although she was called ugly again this time, she wasn't upset. On the contrary, the brown-haired girl who was called a good girl by the boy in the baseball cap was unhappy.

"I won't allow you to insult her!"

Looking at the little girl with tea-colored hair who looked like a puffed-up kitten, the little boy pursed his lips, but this pulled at the wound on the corner of his mouth, causing him to grimace. However, he quickly came to his senses and said to me.

"Hey, she won't let me call you ugly, so what's your name?"

I was slightly taken aback before answering weakly.

“Elena, Elena Berenguer, um... thank you…”

The boy in the baseball cap waved his hand, then looked at the girl with brown hair.

"And you? Good girl?"

The little girl with tea-colored hair puffed out her chest and then said proudly.

"I am Tsubaki, Inukai Tsubaki."

Seeing Inukai Tsubaki's smug look, the boy in the baseball cap pursed his lips again. This time, he had learned his lesson, and the pursing was less pronounced, at least not enough to aggravate the wound on his lip.

"I wonder who was sitting in the sandpit crying just now."

Hearing the boy's words, Inukai Tsubaki got angry again, but before she could say anything, he spoke first.

"I am Honda, Honda Yoko."

I was stunned. Maybe my head was dazed, or maybe my ears were damaged. I turned my head to look at Inukai Tsubaki and found that she had the same shocked expression as me.

Honda Yoko, seeing our surprised expressions, said with some displeasure.

Why are you all looking at me like that?

Inukai Tsubaki was the first to come to her senses, and she said somewhat blankly.

"No, it's just that I didn't expect parents to give their sons names like 'Night Child' these days."

"That's really rude of me! I'm just an ordinary girl, okay?!"

"How could an ordinary girl be like you!"

"Hey! Who says girls have to like playing with dolls and can't like fighting? Who says girls can't have short hair?!"

Watching Inukai and Honda bicker, I knew then that they were my light, the light that pulled me out of the abyss.

I can imagine that if no one had helped me today, I would have fallen into despair and become hopeless about the world. But with them, I know I have hope.

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I've been ostracized since elementary school because I'm ugly.

But I am not alone, because I have Inukai and Honda by my side. We have become good friends since that incident.

I believe my life won't always be this dark, because these two beams of light have always been by my side.

I have Tsubaki and Yoko with me when I go to school, and my parents with me after school. I feel very happy, surrounded by gentleness at all times.

From that time on, even when I was ostracized and disliked, I would still do good deeds and acts of kindness, because I began to believe that the world is gentle and kind.

I have a dream to become a kind and strong person like Tsubaki and Yoko, and to contribute to society. My ultimate goal is to become a police officer or a doctor.

When I was in second grade, both Yoko and I were detected to have superpower slots, and I even had two superpower slots, which meant that I could awaken at least two superpowers.

It's a pity that Tsubaki doesn't have any special ability slots; she'll be a powerless person for the rest of her life. I really wanted to comfort Tsubaki, but she wasn't as dejected as I expected.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my superpower awakened. I thought my superpower would be one that could contribute to society, but the superpower that awakened gave me a slap in the face.

[Murderer] and [Appearance stealer], these are my superpowers, one that only criminals would possess, and one that seems to offer no contribution to society whatsoever.

When I was in fourth grade, more and more people ostracized me, and I suffered more and more evil. But I firmly believed that this world must be gentle and kind, after all, it was it that brought Tsubaki and Yoko to my side.

When Chun was in fifth grade, her mother passed away. At first, Chun was very sad, but she quickly became strong. And it was from that time that something changed. I think the look in Chun's eyes changed.

When I was in sixth grade, Tsubaki and Yoko's relationship started to deteriorate. They stopped fighting as often as before. I don't know why their relationship deteriorated, but my relationship with them didn't.

Having spent elementary school years with them, I thought I knew Tsubaki and Yoko very well. For example, I knew their birthdays, zodiac signs, where their moles were, that Tsubaki liked flowers, and that Yoko liked to fight and destroy other people's favorite things.

We went to the same junior high school together, and in the second year of junior high, when Tsubaki and Yoko's relationship completely broke down, I remember something happened that was related to Hanamiya Karen.

When I first started junior high, all I knew was that I was very excited because I was finally going to be called "senior sister" by someone. I liked being called "senior sister" even more than I did in elementary school.

"Although not everyone may actually call me this ugly senior."

Just as I was making fun of myself like this, a silver figure caught my attention.

She was a girl I had never seen before, and she seemed to be a freshman. The girl had dazzling long silver-white hair, a pretty face, and what attracted attention more than anything else were her ice-blue eyes.

She had a faint smile on her lips, and seemed very approachable, but I knew that girls like that were the least likely to get close to people.

"It's so beautiful..."

I murmured unconsciously, and at that moment I suddenly felt two soft mounds behind me, a slender arm wrapped around my neck, and a small head leaning over my left shoulder.

"That's Hanamiya. Poor Hanamiya, she's a first-year student. How about we kill her with the murderer and then steal her face back?"

That gentle voice, like the whisper of a demon, drew me to open that door, to open the gate to the abyss.

I broke free from the grip of the person holding my arm and turned to look at the girl behind me.

"Seriously, Yoko, can you please stop talking about these dangerous things!"

Hearing my somewhat angry complaints, Yoko raised her hands in front of her, making a gesture of non-resistance.

"I understand, I understand. Elena is a good person, and her dream is to become a police officer. How could she do things that only bad people would do?"

"If you know, then don't tell me these things..."

Yoko has become much prettier. She's no longer the tomboy with short hair, a baseball cap, and a grumpy expression. Now, Yoko is much prettier, with glossy black medium-length hair, fair skin like pearls, and languid, pure black eyes. Compared to the Yoko who used to throw punches at the drop of a hat, the current Yoko definitely has more of a womanly charm.

Speaking of which, Yoko's skin is really fair, to the point of being sickly.

Seeing my attitude, Yoko shrugged helplessly, then, still somewhat undeterred, leaned closer to my ear and said something.

"Speaking of which, Elena, don't you want to bully that girl named Flower Palace a bit? As far as I know, Flower Palace seems to be an orphan, and there seems to be no one in her family. If you're willing, we can sneak into her house at night and cut a few wounds on her pretty face with a knife."

Elena, you must be jealous of her too, right? We're all human, so why does she have such a beautiful face and such beautiful hair? You must be jealous too, right? Her hair is so long, cutting it off would make her sad for a long time.

"Hey, let's go bully her. She's just an orphan anyway, and no one will stand up for her even if we bully her. Hey, let's go bully her together, okay?"

I don't know why, but what Yoko said always had a strange attraction to me, even though I didn't want to do it at all... I still listened to what Yoko was saying, maybe because Yoko is my good friend. I didn't interrupt her, but let her continue, because I knew that no matter what Yoko said, I wouldn't do those things, because I'm someone who wants to contribute to society in the future.

Simply put, I am a righteous person! As a righteous person, why would I do those kinds of things?