I Possessed the Wicked Woman Who Destroyed the World with 4 Billion Appearance Points and a Seductive Look

The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing that greeted me was a status window floating in midair, glowing with an overwhelming golden hue.

I blinked slowly, trying to process what the hell was happening. The body I was in felt both alien and strangely familiar, like a memory that wasn't quite mine yet. Soft, pale skin. Hair that cascaded like liquid starlight. And when I caught my reflection in the ornate mirror across the room, I nearly choked.

This face... it wasn't just beautiful. It was the kind of beauty that made people lose their minds. Literally. The kind that toppled empires and drove saints to sin. No wonder the original owner of this body had destroyed the world. With looks like these, who needed an army?

This is insane. I was just reading that trashy novel last night. The one with the ridiculous title about four billion appearance points and a protagonist whose gender flips every day and night. How did I end up inside it?

A sharp pain lanced through my skull as fragmented memories began syncing with my own. Seira von Nacht. The villainess. The one everyone both desired and feared. The one who would eventually bring about the apocalypse because the world itself couldn't handle her existence.

I clutched the edge of the vanity table, knuckles turning white. The novel had been a chaotic mix of dark romance, harem, and straight-up smut with a side of existential dread. The protagonist wasn't even supposed to be a woman all the time. The author had thrown in some cursed blessing that made her body alternate between male and female with the sun and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moon. And I had just possessed her right as the story was hitting its most twisted arc.

"Status," I whispered, testing if the system would respond to me.

The window vanished with a soft chime, leaving me staring at my—her—hands. Slender fingers that could probably make kings beg with a single touch. I swallowed hard. The original Seira had used this body like a weapon, seducing, manipulating, and ultimately annihilating everything in her path. The novel's readers had eaten it up, calling it peak "yandere destruction porn" or whatever.

But I wasn't her. I was just an ordinary guy who stayed up too late reading web novels. Now I was stuck in this overpowered, over-sexualized nightmare of a character, and the plot was already barreling toward the first major misunderstanding.

According to the memories flooding in, the crown prince was due to arrive any minute, convinced that Seira had bewitched him in his dreams. The dragon warrior from the eastern mountains was already obsessed after one glance. And don't even get me started on the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠saintess who was supposed to purify the world but kept having impure thoughts about the villainess instead.

I pressed my fingers to my temples. Four billion appearance points. The author wasn't even trying to be subtle.

A knock sounded at the massive double doors of the bedchamber. The sound echoed like a death knell. I straightened up, adjusting the nearly transparent nightgown that definitely wasn't designed for comfort. The fabric clung to curves that made my borrowed brain short-circuit for a second.

"My lady," a trembling maid called from outside. "His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived. He says he cannot wait another moment to see you."

Of course he couldn't. That was how the novel started the harem route. One look at Seira and rational thought went out the window. I took a deep breath, trying to recall how the original character spoke. Cold. Seductive. A little unhinged.

"Let him in," I called back, my voice coming out like velvet and smoke. Even I shivered at the sound.

The doors swung open. In walked a man who looked like he'd been carved from marble and bad decisions. Golden hair, piercing eyes, the whole heroic package. But the moment his gaze landed on me, his expression shifted from regal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠composure to something feral and desperate.

"Seira..." His voice cracked. "I dreamed of you again last night. You were... we were..."

I tilted my head, letting silver hair spill over one shoulder. The system helpfully popped up another window I hadn't asked for.

Give me a break. I forced a smile that felt more like a weapon than an expression. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. Surviving as the villainess who was destined to destroy everything meant I had to navigate a minefield of horny protagonists, ancient prophecies, and a body that literally changed sex twice a day.

And the worst part? The novel's readers had loved watching her fall apart. The more she suffered, the more they cheered. Now that suffering was mine.

I met the crown prince's hungry gaze and spoke the first line that came to mind, praying it wouldn't trigger a bad end on day one.

His knees actually buckled. I sighed internally. Yeah. This was going to be a long, long regression. Or possession. Whatever the hell this was.

Welcome to my new life as the most beautiful calamity the world had ever seen. Try not to end it before breakfast.