One morning, I woke up in a hospital room where an air conditioner’s outdoor unit had been placed, only to discover that I had become a blonde red-eyed smiling girl (a pure virgin).
Because of this, there was a minor issue of my identity and qualifications being reset, but now it was fine.
That’s because I had become a supernova in the world of internet broadcasting!
“☆Ta-da!★ ☆Violet is here!☆ Everyone, Ba-ha~!”
└Ba-ha~
└Vi-hi!
└Hello
└Dropped!! Violet!!
└こんばんは~
└Hola!
I decided to compete with just my natural face. The results were encouraging! With my cute smile and a genius-level ability to create content, I quickly became loved by people worldwide, gaining 10 billion loyal viewers in no time!
“Today’s content is ★Breathing Slowly☆! Watch carefully~!”
Very slowly and carefully, I simply inhaled and exhaled. Immediately, the chat exploded with messages:
└What?? Is this real??? Can this even work??
└WTFWTFWTF
└How can someone breathe like that?? Are you even human??
└OMG She’s breathing!!!!!
└ㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷ
└I can’t believe my eyes!!!!!!
└LOL
└バイオレットちゃんは最高だ！
This kind of genius content belonged exclusively to me, Violet, and thus I came to dominate the world…
-Kuwwang!
“Ah!”
“Hey, that’s enough.”
Suddenly, ninjas dressed in white lab coats burst through the ceiling!
“Hey, girl! We’re the Science Ninja Squad, and we’ve come for your brain!”
“Ahh! Ninjas why?!”
The evil ninjas pounced on me, restrained my limbs, and used a ninja-saw to open my skull!
“Gyaahhhh!”
And just like slicing a piece of cake, they took my frontal lobe and ran off!
“Aaaahh! My brain! Nooooooo!”
While I was crying with my head open, an old man wearing green clothes and a mask suddenly appeared.
“Young lady, why are you crying?”
“Sniff… those bad ninjas took my brain and spine… Hiccup…”
The old man looked at me pitifully before pulling out something squishy and purple from his pocket.
“Tsk tsk… Poor girl, let me give you a new frontal lobe!”
The old man inserted it into my head. Wow! I have a new brain! Hooray!
But then, someone stabbed me in the neck.
-Pshoosh!
“Ah! Who’s there!”
I turned my head…
“Ugh… Home… bed… Where am I?”
I woke up suddenly. Why was I lying here? Everything that happened earlier felt like a strange dream. It felt as though I’d lost something precious.
As I sat up, I noticed several injured people lying on mats groaning beside me.
Several researchers walked around, injecting syringe-like devices loaded with red liquid into people’s necks. As soon as the air was injected, the wounds on their bodies disappeared.
“Now that I think about it… Hmm…”
I finally remembered what had happened a few minutes ago. I had fought three consecutive battles against Skullcats and won. My strategy of using clones as shields worked effectively.
‘Though the side effects are too severe.’
In the first fight, I sacrificed my arm; in the second, my leg; and in the third, my head. The problem was that my clones and I shared sensations—when my clone got hurt, so did I.
After the final battle, I screamed like a mad cat while rolling on the floor in pain until everything went black.
‘Are my arms, legs, and head still intact? They definitely hurt…’
Upon reflection, the monsters I faced in the test arena were weakened versions. Even the Skullcat I killed had broken or missing teeth, and its claws were dull or crushed. Clearly, the research team had adjusted the difficulty intentionally.
Even so, I had to fight for my life.
When my clone disappeared, the physical pain subsided. But the horrifying sensation of being torn apart remained vivid in my memory—it wouldn’t fade away.
‘My head was definitely…’
No, stop. Let’s think about something else. For example, what exactly is my ability?
‘By the way, how does the game’s Witch Violet fight?’
In boss battles, Violet overwhelmed players with countless clones that kept appearing no matter how many times she was defeated.
However, unlike me, she didn’t scream or feel pain when her clones were destroyed. If not, the protagonist would have easily defeated her without unnecessary sacrifices or rage awakenings.
‘It must be because my level is too low.’
The most reasonable explanation now is that. Looking at my status window, my level is 2, and my Unique Ability Clone Technique is only Level 1. In Crimson Scholar, skill levels max out at 10.
Perhaps if I could raise my skill level by two or three steps, I’d understand more.
Still, I’m exhausted. Fighting Skullcats three times in a row drained both my body and mind. Getting stronger after defeating them and acquiring Resonance Trait skills was good, but it wasn’t worth it.
I lay back down, closed my eyes, and pretended to faint. Too much trouble—I needed some rest. This wisdom comes from years of social training in the office.
As I rested, familiar voices reached my ears.
-Certainly, Test Subject 10-6-8 has shown commendable combat spirit. Facing the first monster without fleeing indicates maturity beyond her peers. Eva, what do you think? Is it due to her upbringing?
-Louis, you’re asking obvious questions. Statistics alone show that test subjects from slums or refugee backgrounds exhibit significantly higher aggression and combat will compared to other groups. However, her methods are excessively reckless.
Footsteps approached.
-Well, even though they’re fake clones, sacrificing limbs by shoving them into a monster’s mouth and then stabbing it from behind is something I’ve never seen before. Could it be calculated behavior? Despite her usual idiocy, occasionally she shows flashes of intelligence…
-No, she’s genuinely stupid. Why endure such pain when creating clones? Just looking at how 10-6-8 treats us proves it. Something during the Sigma-6 surgery must have negatively affected her brain, which explains why Emotional Suppression Procedure 12 works exceptionally well on her.
The footsteps stopped.
-Anyway, since the clone’s pain transfers fully to the original, she’s unsuitable for combat purposes. By the way, can you please keep your personal feelings out of the procedures? Sometimes when you deal with 10-6-8, you repeat unnecessary actions and contacts. While I respect your preferences, you need to follow the protocols…
-Hey, I’m not doing anything perverted like other staff members. This is all part of forming attachment bonds… Anyway, isn’t she still asleep? Didn’t she get the healing potion?
-I saw her get it earlier. I’ll wake her up.
Someone tapped my cheek.
“Hey, are you sleeping? Sleeping? Wake up!”
I’m still pretending to be unconscious. Let me rest a little longer, please leave me alone.
-Crackle!
“Kyaaa!”
I sprang up like a spring-loaded toy. The person with an all-back hairstyle glared at me like an angry battalion commander who caught a soldier skipping training. Naturally, the ponytail was nearby too.
“Come on! Violet can take a nap sometimes, right? That’s too harsh! Don’t worry, Violet! Big sister will hug you… Were you hurt earlier?”
Comforting moments are fleeting; misfortune returns soon enough…
I was led toward the elevator by a researcher. The sounds of screams and fights faded into the distance.
A short while later, I returned to the research facility floor where the dormitories were located. Ponytail and All-Back left me in a large lounge area where researchers and guards came and went. I crouched against the wall.
I noticed others sitting in a line against the wall. There were about ten teenagers.
I tried talking to the kid next to me. He glanced at me, grunted “Ugh…”, shook his head, and turned away.
When I attempted to talk to other kids, they ignored me too.
All the teenage test subjects here behave this way.
Once, I tried talking to a girl who refused, saying, “Doctor said not to talk to anyone else…”
After waiting for a long time, my body started feeling stiff, so I stretched. I felt strange eyes watching me. A pig-like researcher was staring at me, specifically focusing on the heavy areas under my shoulders…
Ugh, seriously.
I’ve gone through this repeatedly, am going through it now, and will likely experience it again in the future—but I can never adapt to these situations.
For reference, the researchers only gave us patient gowns and underwear. Though loose, they don’t cover certain parts with high fat density…
In these situations, my blessed looks attract unwanted attention like ants to sugar water. Clutching my boiling insides, I forced myself to ignore it.
-Rumble
I was hungry. Lunchtime must be approaching, and I wanted something delicious. But they’ll probably give us that pseudo-food again.
A savory smell wafted from somewhere. This is the scent of happiness, the aroma of hope!
Following the scent, I found the lecherous pig unpacking a hamburger set meal from a paper bag and devouring it at a table.
‘It’s a hamburger! And it’s a set menu!!’
French fries, cola, and a cheeseburger…! Oh, it smells so good!
I’ve survived on formula milk for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. External food? In this place stricter than the military, I haven’t even tasted candy.
I heard someone swallow saliva next to me. The kids around me must feel the same way. Together, we silently watched the pig eat his hamburger feast until he gestured for me to come closer.
“Hey, kiddo, come here.”
Without realizing it, I stood up and approached him. Was this how the children felt when following the Piper of Hamelin?
“Here, kiddo, do you want this?”
He pulled out a long, golden, shiny object. French fries!
“Yes, I want it…”
I honestly revealed all my feelings. After hearing my answer, the pig smirked wickedly.
“Do you? Then… Would you like to be my secret friend?”
What did this pedophile just say? Suppressing nausea, I played the role of an innocent girl.
“Um… I… I don’t know…”
“Ah… I see. Well, guess I can’t give it to you then. Sorry..”
The pig feigned disappointment and moved to put the fries back.
The fries are moving away! Disappearing! Wait, wait! Let’s negotiate.
Forget it. I really want this greasy food! Pride and dignity mean nothing now. Gathering all my nonexistent acting skills, I acted pitifully and pleaded with wide eyes.
“No…! Thinking about it, I can be your friend for a bit. Please give me the fries..!”
“Oh? You really want this?”
“..Yes! Please give it to me..!”
All I see now is the fries. That shimmering grease! That golden fragrance! He grinned and tossed the fries. They landed on the floor next to me. Half success.
Poor thing. I quickly crawled over and picked up the fries from the floor.
I recognize this familiar texture. The oily slickness between my index finger and thumb, the slightly warm temperature, the soft yet crispy consistency.
The tiny salt grains roll across my fingerprints. Ah, now I just need to put it in my mouth.
Even in this valley of death, I hear the choir of angels!
“Violet, you shouldn’t eat things off the floor—they’re dirty~”
And someone snatched the fries away.
“Huh?”
Looking up, I saw the ponytail researcher smiling cheerfully.
Wait a minute…
This woman stole my fries!
