Matthew Bryson

Bianca transmigrated and became an NPC without even a name in the game. A system? Yes. But her system is the player panel, and her only cheat code is the ability to lurk in the player community at any time. While other players were still struggling with the wild monsters in theNovice Hamlet, Bianca, armed with a pack of lime powder and superb acting skills, had already become the most popular "Mysterious Girl X" in the community. She made players charge into battle for her; with a simple "You are the legendary brave ones," she effortlessly manipulated the Fourth Calamity. From a scrap-collecting village girl in a wasteland to a galactic queen, from a disposable nobody to the Nightmare Sovereign who makes the cosmos tremble. Players thought they were playing a game, unaware that the entire game world had become Bianca's personal tutorial zone. "Mess with me? See those millions of devoted fans behind me who can respawn?"

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."