The Villain Boss Fell In Love With Me

Venice, the romantic city known as the Queen of the Adriatic, where God's tears fell but were not content with the tender romance of the water city. Thus, Vespa·Lind—this breathtakingly beautiful and enchanting woman—was permanently left in this bend of crystal-clear azure waves.

Vespa·Lind, with a dark and alluring beauty in her eyes that mingled desire and severity, sank to the depths carrying the betrayal and love for two men.

At the moment she stopped breathing, the breathtakingly beautiful and enchanting woman was thrown into a damned villain system.

Vespa could hardly remember how long her soul had been imprisoned by the old elevator that had taken her life—perhaps days or years, perhaps long enough for James Bond to forget her, the filthy deceiver.

In truth, she was indeed seen as a deceiver by others: a terrorist organization kidnapped her boyfriend, forcing her to obtain the huge sum of money Bond had won from another illegal organization through the casino.

And she betrayed her boyfriend, falling in love with Bond. When Bond was tortured and his life was in danger, she agreed to help the terrorist organization get the money to save Bond.

She certainly knew that she was already entangled with the terrorist organization. Even if she abandoned her duties as a British Treasury official, betrayed the Commonwealth, and met the demands of the Quantum organization, she would ultimately be unable to escape the fate of being discarded like a rabbit after the hunt.

Look, what a ridiculous and pathetic woman she was.

Vespa was still wearing that stunning red dress, but now she was no longer trapped in the sunken, dilapidated elevator. Instead, she found herself in a sealed space enclosed by transparent, glowing walls.

“Welcome to the Villain System—”

Vespa listened to the unfamiliar male voice that identified itself as the Villain System, her eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly.

—So, after drowning to death, she had been thrown into the Villain System？ If she agreed, she would continue living by traveling through the worlds within the system. If she chose to refuse, she would meet God for good in the next second.

A tall figure stood behind the white light wall in front of her, flickering in and out of view as if shrouded in brilliance. Vespa could only faintly make out that he had a head of dazzling blond hair.

His voice continued, attempting to persuade her to accept. "You can choose to return to the real world after completing the system's tasks," he emphasized, "and of course, I mean returning to James Bond's side."

The blond man seemed to think this was a highly tempting bargaining chip. After all, the breathtakingly beautiful girl before him was willing to give her life for that British agent, even though the man, after her death, called her "that b*tch is dead," and it didn't take long for him to find plenty of other pretty girls.

He raised an eyebrow and suggested, "Or perhaps back to the side of your once deeply loved ex-boyfriend？"

Oh, that man was even worse, a complete emotional swindler from a criminal organization, specializing in honey traps. When she was drowning, he seemed to be dating a female CIA agent to extract information.

Oh, poor little Lind.

Vespa's gray-green eyes always gave off a cold and glamorous impression. When she narrowed them slightly with an expressionless face, it almost felt like a bone-chilling coldness was rushing towards you.

"James Bond？ Ex-boyfriend？" She tilted her face slightly, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her mouth, her eyes still holding a trace of coldness.

The blond man seemed to move a little closer to her, but his figure remained obscured by the overly dazzling light wall. His voice carried a hint of amusement, "You seem to differ slightly from what I understood, ma'am."

—Perhaps not a short-lived, pitiful ghost？

She appeared aloof yet courteous, habitually tilting her face slightly, exuding an unconsciously noble and restrained demeanor.

For instance, at this moment, the blond man heard her noncommittal reply, "Perhaps we can discuss those stories you know about."

He was somewhat impatient—who knows how long it had been since he felt this intrigued. Perhaps it was because the girl before him was too dazzling; she blended an ethereal aura with a witch-like dark and eerie essence, like a deadly poison that captivated the heart.

"A top graduate of Oxford University, who at a young age became an official in the British Treasury. Her relationship with her boyfriend—or rather, her fiancé, an Algerian man—was smooth, and she also achieved notable success in the field of music, excelling at both the flute and piano," the Englishman's voice carried a hint of malice. "Oh, and by the way, you are an orphan. Born in Paris, adopted to London at the age of eight. Your father was a Nordic man, your mother a romantic French lady, and you possess Algerian, Turkish, Swedish, and Spanish heritage."

Vespa's tone always carried a Gothic, eerie sensuality. Frowning, she exuded a chillingly sweet yet severe aura as she nodded in approval. "Thoroughly documented."

The blond man frowned, dissatisfied with the other party's perfunctory attitude. After pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly spoke, his voice filled with malice, "After your death, James Bond called you a b*tch and quickly fell in love with a new Bond girl. As for your ex-boyfriend, he was a complete emotional fraud from start to finish—gathering intelligence by befriending one female agent after another, collaborating with a terrorist organization to fake his kidnapping, and actually blackmailing girlfriends like you into betraying state secrets."

Vespa almost laughed out loud, "Well, life is truly full of surprises."

The blond man was quite displeased with her reaction. A poor unfortunate fool who had been toyed with by men shouldn't always wear such an indifferent expression, as if she had come prepared. She had clearly made a mess of things and even lost her life.

Or perhaps—the role she played in this Casino Royale showdown wasn't just that of a fool sacrificing herself for love？

The femme fatale tilted her face slightly, her voice soft and tone light, seemingly indifferent yet exuding a chilling sense of murderous intent, "Mr. White's Quantum organization must be quite annoyed, being relentlessly hounded by British agents."

The blond man's gaze froze, "Quantum organization？

As a global terrorist organization, Quantum's most terrifying aspect lies in its specialized infiltration of national intelligence agencies, planting moles among numerous intelligence personnel. It is precisely through such moles that Quantum obtains vast amounts of intelligence and information to serve its interests.

Vespa's voice was gentle, her smile sweet, "Humans never become orphans without reason."

The blond man looked at the British beauty before him. Her currently harmless smile almost diluted her typically aggressive and severe allure, even creating a sweet illusion. However, he had no doubt that if that Mr. White appeared before her, this girl could kill him without blinking an eye.

He suddenly recalled the scene of Vespa Lind's lifetime he had seen in the system data. After helping James Bond deal with the terrorists who came to assassinate them, she sat helplessly in the bathroom, letting the water flow wash over her. She felt that her hands were stained with blood and could never be cleansed. She was such a fragile beauty, one who evoked a protective instinct in all men when she was fearful and helpless.

But now it seems perhaps everything was her disguise. Whether it was the ex-boyfriend who thought he had her under his thumb, or James Bond, who played with emotions and never took love seriously—both were completely fooled by her. And she did all this just to expose the terrorist organization that killed her parents, ensuring it would be known and pursued by the British government.

"Madam, you are exceptionally clever. You didn't need to pay with your life to complete this game, and the result you achieved only strengthened Bond and the British government's resolve to pursue Quantum," the blond man said, his voice magnetic and pleasing. "You could have taken more time and carried out this revenge yourself."

Vespa shrugged indifferently. It was a somewhat flippant gesture, yet it became utterly captivating due to her severe and stunning demeanor. "Unfortunately, ALS is unlikely to grant me enough time," she said, her gentle voice shifting abruptly, carrying a sudden chill. "And my parents and sister have been gone from this world for far too long."

She still maintained her sweet smile, yet it felt as if an overwhelming sorrow was washing over her. "So long that I've almost forgotten… I wasn't always alone."

The blond man felt a headache coming on. His original plan to convince the girl to accept the Villain System was to promise that completing tasks would allow her to return to Bond's side. But now, it seemed she might not care about that famous British agent at all.

"Ms. Lind, by completing system tasks and maximizing the favorability of each villain boss, you can choose to return to the real world," the blond man took a step forward, almost crossing the white light barrier between them. "In exchange, you can have a fully healthy body and personally carry out your revenge against the Quantum organization."

He continued, offering another highly tempting condition, "Additionally, the enhanced physique you gain in each villain world can also be brought back to the real world."

"Enhanced physique？" Vespa asked with interest.

The blond man was dressed lavishly, in a complex Baroque-style white shirt that was classically elegant. The gold and silver threads on his sapphire blue waistcoat seemed to shimmer brilliantly. Even though his face remained unclear, his fair skin and golden hair already hinted at outstanding looks.

He listed the physiques available in the system: "Norse God, Wizard, Superhero, or—" the man's voice carried a hint of playful amusement, "Vampire？"

"Vampire？" Vespa realized that this NPC was truly sparing no effort to persuade her to accept the system mission, which, of course, was not a bad thing for her. "Max out the favorability values of all villain bosses？ Wow, that's tailor-made for me—deception, seduction, sinister and ulterior motives."

The blond man was pleased that she had finally accepted the Villain System. With a hint of French aristocratic accent in his voice, he continued, "That's not all. You also need to sacrifice your life for the other party after raising their favorability to the maximum in order to complete the task. Of course, this is also the best way to leave each mission world."

Vespa found the task increasingly intriguing. "I think the creator of this system must be a crazy follower of evil villains."

"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with being evil or not," the blond man took a step forward, completely stepping out from behind the light barrier. His voice was enticing. "It's purely based on looks."

Vespa finally got a clear look at the tall NPC before her. He had pale skin and dazzling blond hair, his every move so elegant it drew attention. His mysterious gray eyes were as bright as burning flames, and his skin was unnaturally smooth, appearing illusorily perfect like an old photograph from the last century with a soft-focus effect.

"Tom Cruise？" Vespa exclaimed. No, no—Tom didn't have the towering height of over six feet like the man before her. Facing the blond man's handsome yet sinister features, she could only tentatively guess, "—Lester？"

“Lester De Lioncourt，”the face of vampire cinema history smiled, revealing his adorable fangs, “To ensure you complete the tasks with pleasure, the system has decided to assign a villain you admire as your npc.”

Vespa’s gaze circled his impossibly handsome face twice, “…Where is the first mission world？ Who is the target？”

“It seems Miss Lind can’t wait to complete the task.” Lester’s slender fingers touched the light barrier, bringing up a translucent panel that swiftly displayed a set of blue characters.

“Mission World: Norse Mythology Asgard, Mission Target: The God of Mischief, Loki.”

The majestic and magnificent Asgard appears as breathtaking as ever. This fantastical realm, situated within the eternal sacred domain, carries both the pastoral essence of Viking style and the grandeur and magnificence of Nordic culture. Its pavilions, towers, and halls are uniquely distinctive, standing aloof from the world in splendid isolation. The resplendent and magnificent palaces infinitely accentuate the insignificance of mortal beings.

Meanwhile, the men and women of the divine realm are gathered in Valhalla, observing the grand coronation ceremony of Thor, the God of Thunder.

Inside Valhalla, statues of the war god clad in golden armor and helmet display the supreme majesty of Asgard, exuding a powerful visual impact.

The Warriors Three—Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral—were visibly overjoyed that their friend Thor was about to ascend to the throne. The brave and battle-hardened God of Thunder never lacked followers in Asgard, but today, not e