redemption

Game streamer Rena Truman wakes up in a virtual interstellar realm as a top-tier heiress armed with a "villain system." To earn points and cash out, she throws herself into playing the vicious rich girl. But her 21st-century conscience keeps backfiring—every "evil" act she commits turns into an accidental redemption. When a disillusioned priest, a cold-blooded general, an innocent merman, and the empire's iron-fisted commander all gather around her, each falling hopelessly in love, Rena is left stunned. She was supposed to make them hate her. So why is everyone head over heels?

Toe Bean's best friend has sent her a romance game that's apparently "very popular, features a white-haired and red-eyed male lead, and allows verbal communication". So, Toe puts on a pair of smart glasses and begins her immersive journey excitedly. But thanks to an error her friend has made, Toe has actually entered an immersive horror game named "Manor of Mists". Relying solely on her desire to redecorate the manor and her misunderstanding toward romance games, Toe is able to transform the creepy manor into a cozy-looking home. Not only has she brought peace to the malicious spirits haunting the manor, but she has also converted the boss, who's supposedly a cold-hearted murder machine, into a perfect boyfriend who acts cute, knows how to cook, and is willing to travel through dimensions for her sake.

An impoverished scholar aided a woman in escaping her wicked ex-husband.

Toe Bean's best friend has sent her a romance game that's apparently "very popular, features a white-haired and red-eyed male lead, and allows verbal communication". So, Toe puts on a pair of smart glasses and begins her immersive journey excitedly. But thanks to an error her friend has made, Toe has actually entered an immersive horror game named "Manor of Mists". Relying solely on her desire to redecorate the manor and her misunderstanding toward romance games, Toe is able to transform the creepy manor into a cozy-looking home. Not only has she brought peace to the malicious spirits haunting the manor, but she has also converted the boss, who's supposedly a cold-hearted murder machine, into a perfect boyfriend who acts cute, knows how to cook, and is willing to travel through dimensions for her sake.

Hilary is the heroine born into the Royston family, a fallen lineage of White Wolves. As a child, her mother sealed her power and hid her in the Blade tribe, where she grew up suffering humiliation, servitude, and abuse for being seen as ""wolf-less."" Though outwardly timid and restrained, she is inwardly resilient, kind, and deeply compassionate, never losing her sense of mercy or duty even in despair. Forced into a substitute marriage, she meets Aldric in the Shadow tribe, and their relationship slowly develops from misunderstanding and distrust into mutual salvation. As her memories return, she learns the truth about her mother's death and her family's destruction, while also awakening the power of the White Wolf. In the end, Hilary is no longer the "useless girl" others trampled on, but the heir to the White Wolf King—someone who carries deep pain, yet still chooses to protect the ones she loves.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”