My Lazy Life Keeps Getting Ruined by New Worlds

Beiran wakes with blood on her sleeve, a strange badge in her hand, and the memory that she has stepped into the body of the villainess who dies for someone else’s ending. She knows the map of that bad future by heart. If she stays cruel, she gets cut off. If she schemes, she gets blamed. If she begs for help, she proves she is weak, and that shame cuts deeper than fear. So she uses the dark power she already knows, but she bends it toward rescue instead of ruin. On the bridge, in office halls, and in places built to break people, she keeps choosing the harder kind of mercy. Each time she refuses the role set for her, the same man appears in a different face, and he keeps looking at her like...