The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick

The white flowers and verdant grass were engulfed by black flames formed from concentrated magical power.

The surrounding space was torn apart by these flames, creating countless rifts.

Pitch-black nothingness swirled within the cracks, threatening to devour everything within this space.

A single glance was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Lia stood atop a massive rift, with half the space completely shattered beneath her.

The noble guests had long since vanished like paper, consumed by the black flames.

Even Viktor and Gwen were no exception.

Both Viktor and Gwen wore expressions of utter disbelief.

In the sea of flames, "Viktor's" eyes flickered with strange colors - shock, panic, confusion... Complex emotions gathered in his obsidian-like eyes.

"Lia..."

"Why?"

Gwen likewise locked eyes with Lia, her face filled with terror:

"Weren't we best friends?"

Lia lowered her brows, watching the two standing together in the sea of flames, her gaze devoid of emotion.

"Were we?"

She put one hand on her hip while slowly raising her other arm:

"I don't recall Gwen ever being a little girl who needed protection."

Lia had harbored suspicions for some time. They began when Gwen first visited their house with Uncle Angus.

How could Gwen possibly get along so well with Uncle Angus?

Gwen never got along with anyone from the Delin family, except for her sister.

But this wasn't what had aroused her suspicions.

Then, Lia turned to look at Viktor and continued:

"And you're even more off."

"Viktor would never apologize to me. At least, the Viktor I knew wouldn't."

She lifted her head slightly, studying the surprised expression on "Viktor's" face.

"Similarly, his expressions were never this animated."

"No matter how much you try to imitate him, you'll never become him."

After these words, "Viktor" remained silent for a long while.

Finally, he looked at Lia and said:

"You surprise me, Lia Kravina."

"Despite being in the world I created for you, you've managed to maintain your consciousness."

"Viktor" extended his hand, pointing at Lia's gloves.

"Is it because of these?"

The mirror world was supposed to be independent, where everything should be an illusion.

Any magical items should be hidden here, rendered unusable.

Yet Lia's strange gloves were the exception.

The moment magic erupted, the entire mirror world was completely destroyed by her.

"You mean these? Maybe."

"But what really felt wrong wasn't just Viktor's attitude towards me."

Lia raised her left hand and clenched it tightly.

After the mirror world began breaking down, Lia finally noticed the uncomfortable feeling in her left arm.

However, in this world, in Lia's memories,

Whether eating or grabbing things, Lia was more accustomed to using her left hand.

But she was clearly right-handed.

Not just her, but Viktor and everyone else were more comfortable using their left hands.

"The vast majority of people in this world use their left hand as their dominant hand. Noticing this discrepancy made me realize something was wrong."

"Viktor" remained silent, unable to speak a word.

Lia continued:

"So, there's only one possibility."

"The left hands we're using are actually our normal dominant hands."

"It's just that I'm inside a mirror, causing everyone's actions to be reversed."

Because when people outside the mirror look into it, their movements are reversed.

Raise your right hand outside the mirror, and the reflection shows the left hand.

Perhaps this could also explain why "Viktor" and "Gwen's" personalities had become like that.

Because everything seen in the mirror is reversed.

"You thought showing me reversed memories would make me lose myself in them."

Lia raised her head, her sharp gaze piercing "Viktor" like a cold blade.

"Unfortunately, I don't fall for such tricks."

The "Viktor" she stared at made no movement, but a shrill laugh emerged from his body.

The next second, his body shattered like a mirror.

Countless fine cracks burst from his body, spreading throughout that half of space.

Even Gwen's body twisted and was sucked into the void.

Until the last trace of color was completely devoured by that blackness.

"Viktor" stood alone, with only an ethereal laugh echoing endlessly.

Crack!

The mirror-like illusion completely shattered into pieces.

The entire world seemed to sink into endless silence.

Lia found herself in the void, with a mirror slowly materializing before her.

The mirror was enormous, its surface gleaming with silver light.

At its top were two purple eyes, like the eyes of a sleeping demon.

The mirror slowly lifted its eyelids, the frozen stone gradually crumbling.

Those demonic eyes immediately shot out two beams of purple light, emanating an eerie malevolence.

Like two cold silver snakes, they coiled around Lia's neck.

"As expected of a Kravina descendant. I certainly didn't catch the wrong person."

Lia looked up at its eyes, asking curiously:

"So? What grudge do you have against us?"

"Hahaha!"

Hearing Lia's words, the mirror burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The light in its two eyes flickered on and off, as the mirror's surface became its face, twisting into an extremely grotesque smile.

"Grudge? There's too much to tell."

Lia received this response without much surprise.

She should have guessed it.

How could a mirror suddenly appear in their family's mine?

Either someone deliberately placed it there, or something must have happened that caused this strange mirror to be buried in the mine.

But clearly, the mirror didn't want to say more.

The huge mirror beneath its eyes displayed another scene.

In the mirror, Lia could see.

Her reflection had become an adorable little girl.

Lia recognized it - it was herself as a child.

"Stop struggling, little girl. You've already been forgotten by everyone."

"So why? Why not continue to sink into the world you desire?"

The mirror's voice rang out with seductive persuasion.

"Come, this is a world that belongs solely to you."

"Here you can do whatever you want, anything at all."

"Cast aside those useless thoughts, just immerse yourself in this world."

It continued, trying to entice Lia.

Lia raised her head, looking at those eyes, and asked calmly:

"Can you really give me what I want?"

"Let me do whatever I want?"

The mirror's laughter grew even more maniacal.

If one could see its expression clearly, its smile probably stretched to its ears.

"Of course."

"I've read your memories, I know all your connections, I certainly know what you need!"

The mirror grew increasingly arrogant, the purple light in its eyes flickering frantically.

"Come, touch me."

"I will create the most perfect mirror world you desire."

Lia's lips curved slightly into a faint smile.

"Is that so?"

She reached out her hand, moving to touch the mirror's surface.

The mirror watched her approaching hand with growing excitement.

It had already begun anticipating how Lia would react once she fell into the illusion.

But the moment she touched the mirror.

The mirror froze in place.

"Uh... what?"

"I don't understand..."

It couldn't comprehend Lia's request.

But by then, Lia had already withdrawn her hand, sighing helplessly:

"As I thought, you're just a mirror after all."

"How dare a mere mirror claim to understand human nature?"

The mirror's eyes showed confusion and bewilderment.

It stared at Lia, hurriedly saying:

"No, wait, little girl."

"I will create the world you want..."

Lia crossed her arms, her fingers tapping against her arm, showing a mocking expression.

"I'm sorry."

"Too late."

She raised her right hand again, the Mage's Hand emitting a soft white light before the mirror.

"Want to know why I chatted with you for so long?"

The mirror was puzzled, not understanding Lia's meaning.

But Lia's laugh echoed softly:

"A certain bastard once told me, if I needed him, to use the magic in the glove."

"Now, he's here."

The moment these words fell, the entire void space was completely ignited by black flames.

Countless pillars of black fire rose into the sky, spreading and climbing endlessly upward, as if to burn everything to ashes.

With scorching heat, terrifying pressure bore down on the mirror.

Those two purple beams of light began to tremble.

The black radiance of the fire pillars completely surrounded the mirror, the firelight reflecting off its surface onto Lia's face.

From within the fire pillars, a figure wearing a black coat materialized, like an incarnation of the flames themselves.

Amidst the roaring flames, a cold and familiar voice rang out.

"Sorry."

"I'm late."