Awakening as the Sickly Northern Villainess
Fuck! “Kuhk…!”
I jolted awake with a scream, my chest ablaze with searing pain.
What the hell?
I couldn’t make sense of it.
Every breath felt like it was shredding my lungs.
“Urk, cough!”
Blood spewed from my mouth nonstop.
What is this?
What the hell happened?
Desperate to get a grip on the situation, I scanned my surroundings until my eyes landed on a full-length mirror.
I dragged my limp, useless body toward it.
Clawing at the floor with my nails, I crawled to the mirror like some pathetic worm.
“...What.”
My hand trembled as it gripped the mirror’s edge.
A stranger stared back at me—a woman.
Her skin was pale and almost translucent.
Gray eyes sunken in cool detachment.
Silver hair cascading to her waist, shimmering faintly in the moonlight.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, the kind of noble beauty that would make anyone gasp in awe.
“No way.”
I knew that face.
How could I not?
Evelyn de Varmark. The villainess who ruled the Varmark Territory, the northern frontier shielding the Orvelius Empire’s north.
The Varmark family had once been direct imperial blood, but they’d renounced their claim to the throne and branched off as the shadow imperial line.
Cut off from the succession entirely, they ruled the one and only extraterritorial domain: the North.
Known as the Northern Grand Duchess. The sole authority with absolute power over the lives of prisoners, wielding it without mercy.
“The empire’s only prison territory—a complete extraterritorial fief where not even the emperor’s edicts hold sway.”
That was the lofty title slapped on this place, the grand introduction to the barren North.
Ever since the empire’s founding, monster assaults had never ceased here—the North’s unbreakable shield and the empire’s massive dumping ground for every criminal scum.
Evelyn was the family’s sole survivor.
The Varmark Territory had been all but obliterated in a massive monster wave, leaving her as the only one standing.
If that were the end of it, it might’ve been a straightforward tale. But no—fate hadn’t granted her an easy life.
She died a miserable death exactly five years from now.
In yet another colossal monster wave.
“Agh.”
A sudden ringing filled my head, like tinnitus buzzing through my skull.
The discomfort clawed at my nerves in an instant.
Drip. Dark red blood trickled down my chin, soaking my chest.
That’s not what matters right now.
Dying?
Yeah, I knew that.
Dying five years from now?
Yeah, that too.
So what’s the problem, then?
“Ha, haha.”
A hollow laugh bubbled up, laced with blood.
Staring into the mirror, I grabbed my chest with both hands—these ridiculously oversized mounds.
Way too big to fit in one palm.
But for the Evelyn staring back right now, there was something even more shocking than waking up transmigrated into a novel.
“...I’m a eunuch.”
I’d been a strapping Korean guy.
A military veteran, no less.
And now, upon opening my eyes, I’d transmigrated into a romance-fantasy novel’s world.
Into the body of a frail, beautiful girl.
“No... ha...”