Transmigrating To Romance A God

　　Dazzling light struck her eyelids, and Servi felt somewhat irritated as she tried to raise her hand to block it, but excessively noisy sounds also poured in, piercing her mind like sharp needles.

　　She abruptly opened her eyes.

　　The air was filled with a rich fragrance, and the grandeur and exquisiteness of the hall were breathtaking. The enormous dome ceiling was covered with reliefs and exquisite murals, while sunlight poured in through the opening at the very center of the dome, shining like a spotlight directly onto a young girl in white about ten meters away from her.

　　The girl had golden, radiant long curls and an angelically beautiful face, as though she were born to stand in the most prominent spot and receive everyone's admiration.

　　“Good heavens, so the family has mistaken the child all these years？ Servi isn't the divine maiden, Mindith… no, perhaps we should call her Tith now—she is the one？”

　　“Isn't that obvious？ The celestial disturbances caused when Tith awakened her bloodline just now are enough to prove she has a third-tier bloodline. In the entire divine race, aside from the direct purebloods of the three great families, who else could possess such pure bloodline？”

　　“And look at her eyes, so much like the family head's. I always thought something was off about Servi—turns out she's a fake! Let's see how she dares give us attitude now!”

　　“Give us attitude？ She'd need to stay alive first. I bet the family can't wait to turn her to ashes! This is about to become the biggest joke in the entire divine race in the last hundred years, hahaha!”

　　The surrounding people's speech had a peculiar accent, yet Servi could understand it without any barrier. The crowd had dispersed around her, and though none of the gazes from all directions directly fell upon her, she was enveloped by the overflowing schadenfreude and mockery. Standing alone by the white marble pillar carved with intricate reliefs, she felt utterly bewildered.

　　Where is this？

　　Servi's first instinct was to grab someone nearby and ask, but the area within five or six meters of her was completely empty, leaving her with a maliciously granted isolation.

　　Thanks to this, no one noticed her current unusual state.

　　More whispers drifted into her ears. Servi caught the key words among them and finally, belatedly, began to realize something.

　　Could it be that she had transmigrated!

　　Moreover, based on the keywords these people just mentioned, she had probably transmigrated into a novel called "Cupid's Harem" that she read before bed, specifically into the body of a cannon-fodder female character who shared her name.

　　Describing her as a cannon-fodder female character seems a bit too broad; more accurately, the Servi in this book should be considered the female lead's "substitute supporting female character.

　　—a role that clearly suggests a bleak ending.

　　And indeed, that was the case.

　　The original Servi had lived in the imperial capital since childhood, growing up in one of the top three families in the divine city of Hisidicche. Arrogant, spoiled, and willful, she was filled with deliberately indulged malice and a sense of entitlement. Every time she appeared, she seemed to carry a villainous BGM, essentially making "shooting off her mouth and making enemies everywhere" and "my existence is solely to annoy the female lead and readers" her life's motto.

　　This was because she was merely a living decoy set up by the family to conceal their own daughter, Tithys, who was born with an innate flawless divine body.

　　Yes, the female protagonist of this book is Tess—the "true heiress" mentioned in those people's conversations earlier, the one who "awakened a third-level bloodline," the golden-haired beauty now standing under the natural spotlight. Soon, she will shine brilliantly in the divine capital of Heithidiche, becoming the undisputed top divine maiden and garnering the attention and favor of all the gods.

　　The role of the "substitute supporting female character," Servi, is to act as a shield for the true heiress Tess—enduring the childhood dangers, schemes, and kidnappings that should have been Tess's burden—until Tess grows up safely in the countryside, truly awakens her bloodline, and gains the strength to protect herself. Additionally, Servi serves as a stepping stone for Tess to gain fame and recognition upon her return.

　　Truly tragic.

　　However, none of the above is actually the main focus of this book titled "Eros' Harem.

　　Frankly, Servi stumbled upon this book while browsing a forum before bed, and it was recommended to her.

　　In the discussion threads about this book, everyone was raving about how "this story is amazing." Out of curiosity, she clicked on it and even saw the author boldly stating in the synopsis, "You'll regret it if you don't read this!" Servi was instantly hooked!

　　When she started reading, she was quite shocked, thinking the author had built such a beautiful world and crafted such an exciting, twist-filled face-slapping plot just for the sake of writing explicit content—until she turned the page and suddenly discovered that the stand-in female character in the book had the exact same name as her.

　　Servi's expression froze.

　　What happens to a stand-in female character in such a story？ After the male leads and supporting male characters appear in the original work, when some of the supporting males and villains couldn't have Tith, they naturally vented all their unspeakable desires onto the stand-in female character. The scenes were so blush-inducing they covered large portions of the original book, making the original host a tool for the male characters to express their unspeakable urges.

　　What does it feel like to watch someone with your own name being tossed around by the male characters in the story？

　　—Thanks, but no thanks. Don’t ask—let’s just say my enthusiasm went soft, and I couldn’t read any further.

　　Servi couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

　　A warning about transmigrating into a book was one thing, but who would’ve thought you could end up inside one just by reading it？! How is anyone supposed to enjoy that？!

　　To hell with this—!

　　If she were given a second chance, she would never have been tempted by those few words and opened this book. Even if she had accidentally opened it, she should have thrown it away the moment she saw a character with her name in it!

　　This is the consequence of defying the same-name transmigration trope!

　　After mentally finishing her complaints, Servi steadied her nerves.

　　Clearly, she had transmigrated right at the story's beginning—the scene where the true divine maiden makes a powerful return, about to step on her, a cannon-fodder female character, to establish authority.

　　According to the plot, the previously glorious and aloof Servi should finally be unable to bear such neglect, shrieking that she is the family's only young lady, ultimately descending into disgrace and madness amidst intense resentment and malice, welcoming a storm of humiliation from Tess.

　　Servey will definitely not deliver herself to be slapped in the face.

　　She doesn't want to be the family's only young lady either.

　　Logically speaking, knowing the subsequent plot, she absolutely wouldn't compete with Tith like the original protagonist. Who would want to be the female lead in such a story？

　　Servey felt it necessary to make her stance clear to everyone, hoping to shed her role as the stand-in supporting character and stay as far away from Tith as possible to avoid getting entangled in the bizarre captive plot later on.

　　But before she could speak, she saw everyone in front automatically part to make way. The white priestly robe trailed on the ground, with gold threads embroidering intricate and delicate patterns along the edges of the sleeves, adorned with purple gemstones. Larger, more dazzling gems were embedded in the draped collar of the robe and atop the exquisitely luxurious high priest's hat resting on his slightly graying hair.

　　This was the Golden Temple of Hecate, the City of Gods—the most sacred main temple on the entire Oscana continent. During the archbishop's period of slumber and rest, the high priest acted as the supreme authority representing divine power, executing all duties on his behalf.

　　"Servi." A deep yet clear voice called her name. The high priest stood before her, looking down with icy indifference in his eyes: "Do you admit your guilt？"

　　Caught off guard by the immediate accusation, Servi instinctively replied, "I… what wrong have I done？"

　　"Unrepentant, your offense is even greater." The high priest's voice grew harsher: "Though not a pure-blooded goddess, you infiltrated the ranks of the Golden Temple's novice priestesses. This is a deception against the Golden Temple—this is blasphemy!"

　　His tone suddenly rose, carrying the force of a thunderbolt as it swept toward her! Servi's originally high-coiled long hair was whipped backward, and she stumbled back half a step, feeling her blood boil, almost driven to a state of self-destruction by the accusations against her!

　　Servi hadn’t expected such an intense scene from the start. She struggled to swallow the bloody sweetness rising in her throat and tried to explain in a flustered manner: "No, I… I had no knowledge of any of this, nor any intention to offend. I am willing to relinquish everything that originally belonged to me, to return it to its rightful owner, I…"

　　"You’re lying!" a sharp female voice rang out. A young woman stepped forward from the crowd, her face filled with anger, beneath which was barely concealed schadenfreude: "How could you possibly be willing! Your Eminence, you must not be deceived by her sweet talk! She is the most power-hungry and glory-craving person in all of Heisidiche! I am willing to swear by the God of Flame and Light I worship that every word I say is true!"

　　The girl finished speaking, and no divine punishment fell. She held up her hand in oath, slightly raised her chin, and looked at Servi with the gaze one might give a drowning dog.

　　At the same time, the High Priest's emotionless gaze fell back on Selve: "It seems what she says is true. I will give you one more chance to repent—do you admit your guilt？"

　　Selve was dumbfounded.

　　What the hell？ Just because someone swears an oath, it’s automatically true？？

　　The pressure from the High Priest made her entire body ache unbearably. She endured it, suppressing the anger of being interrupted, and attempted to speak again: "No, even if I was once obsessed with power, that doesn’t mean I ever deceived the Temple. Whether I am of pure blood or not was not my decision, and when I was mistakenly identified as a member of the family, I had no ability to act. In any case, regardless of the past, as I said before, I am willing to relinquish—"

　　"How could that be？" A clear yet mocking male voice rang out. A youth in opulent attire stepped forward, interrupting her once more: "Have you forgotten how you threw yourself at Joyce？ Have you forgotten how you used every trick to force him to become your fiancé？ What, are you even willing to give up Joyce？"

　　The other party's face revealed a smile that could almost be described as malicious. He stepped aside, revealing the handsome blond youth standing behind him: "Were the vows you made to him before the deity false？ But if they were false, this would also be—blasphemy."

　　Servi raised her eyes to meet Joyce's gaze. She never knew that so much disgust and contempt could be conveyed through a person's expression; she felt almost pinned to the spot by that look.

　　"I… I can apologize for what I did in the past." Interrupted repeatedly, Servi was actually on the verge of losing her temper, but she still tried to stay calm to avoid further conflict. After all, since she had become Servi, she naturally had to bear the consequences: "I am very sorry, but I truly do not intend to…"

　　"My most glorious Lord." A middle-aged man's voice, filled with remorse and pain, along with a woman's sobbing, echoed from the entrance of the temple, cutting off Servi's words for the third time.

　　Urgent footsteps approached as two people knelt before the High Priest, bowing their heads and covering their faces in remorse: "We were blind and failed to recognize our true daughter, tarnishing the divine glory of the Golden Temple. We are willing to accept any punishment for this. But please do not punish our daughter, Thais—she has nothing to do with this matter!"

　　At this point, the family head, Nissen, suddenly straightened his upper body and, under the astonished gazes of everyone, pointed angrily at Servi, his voice growing increasingly shrill: "It was her! She somehow bewitched us! She may be involved with the Abyss of Demons, perhaps even skilled in some forbidden arts—otherwise, how could we possibly fail to recognize our own flesh and blood!"

　　Servi: …

　　She finally took a deep breath and swallowed all the words she had intended to explain.

　　She had been too naive and too childish in her previous thinking.

　　Suddenly, she clearly realized one thing.

　　No one here wanted to hear her speak, nor did anyone care about her thoughts.

　　Everyone only wanted to condemn her.

　　—When the family originally planned the "true and false heiress" scheme, they must have rehearsed for this day. Whether it was the family mistaking the heiress or the Golden Temple’s prospective priestess not being of pure blood… all this absurdity and error needed someone to bear the blame.

　　That person was her.

　　Once she figured this out, Servey couldn't help but recall the book's description of this part of the plot.

　　After experiencing the plot where once-trusted sisters turned into enemies, her fiancé developed disgust and disdain for her, and parents who usually doted on and indulged her spoke harsh words—with family bonds, friendship, and love all collapsing completely—she felt her world had utterly shattered. Crying uncontrollably, she was finally thrown into the Demonic Abyss like a lifeless doll.

　　She understood the original's breakdown and despair.

　　But she was different from the original host; although she understood, she couldn't empathize, or perhaps… couldn't agree.

　　Why should she, upon arrival, have to bear these completely baseless slanders and swallow these chaotic accusations and despair？

　　That was the original character, not her.

　　She had endured enough.

　　The High Priest looked at her coldly, as if gazing upon some lifele