Mostly, instead of her face, her eyes were focused on the status window in front of him.

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Name: Ophelia

Age: 23 (Immortal, reincarnated from a higher realm)

Cultivation Realm: Nascent Soul Realm

Strength: 150 (10 for an average human adult)

Agility: 120 (30 for a professional athlete)

Vitality: 200 (10 for a healthy human, enhanced by immortal physique)

Charm: 85/100 (Immortal beauty, naturally captivating and alluring)

Luck: 90/100 (Fate-touched, presence of a higher destiny)

Measurements:

Height: 170 cm (5'6")

Weight: 55 kg (121 lbs)

Bust: 94 cm (37 in)

Waist: 60 cm (24 in)

Hips: 95 cm (37 in)

Skin Tone: Radiant porcelain, with an otherworldly glow, flawless and ethereal

Bust-Waist-Hip Ratio: 94-60-95 cm (37-24-37 in)

Cup Size: D, with a perfectly proportioned, firm shape

Hair: Silky, silver hair cascading in soft waves down to her waist, shimmering under any light.

Eyes: Crystal blue, resembling the depth of oceans, glowing faintly with her celestial heritage.

Lips: Soft, rose-petal pink lips with a natural gloss, elegantly curved and inviting.

About: A calm, composed, and wise immortal who carries memories from her previous life. She is strategic, patient, and maintains an enigmatic allure.

Favorability level: 0/100 (No opinion)

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The woman didn't respond immediately. Instead, her gaze swept over the scene, taking in the bloodied guard on the ground and the other guards who still gripped their guns uncertainly.

Her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile, though there was no warmth in it.

"Put your weapons down," she commanded softly, her voice carrying authority that left no room for argument.

The guards, still hesitant, slowly obeyed, holstering their guns and stepping back, knowing that they would rather face the devil himself than defy her.

The woman's eyes returned to Damien, and though her face remained unreadable, her voice carried a sharp edge as she said, "Damien Raphael... you never fail to make a rather amusing entrance, do you?"

'Here she comes....' Damien looked towards his story's final plot, so of course, it was not activated yet, given the final plot was definitely two people, her and a higher villain who is yet to arrive according to the list of those who put an end to the original Damien's life.

And in the final thought, the most suffering given to the original owner mentally was done by this, and physically was by the main villain of the story.

So, he was here to at least get intel on the woman's real strength, and naturally, he was surprised.

The only thing he knew about her was that at the age of 4, she had killed her adoptive mother, who turned out to be Damien's real mother.

Indeed, right now in front of Damien stood the woman who had killed his mother, though not technically.

"Tch, I just came here to talk with Grandpa," Damien, knowing that this wasn't the time to take action, realized that if he enraged her and she killed him, he would fail the plot, and if that happened, it would be a problem. Thus, putting aside his rising anger, he just inquired about the second thing he was here for.

"....Grandfather is busy and he doesn't want to meet you," Ophelia said, with her eyes closed, knowing that by coming in front of her he had already ruined her mood. Though, of course, not enough to kill him this instant, she folded her hands with her eyes closed.

"I see, so you have even started to take over the Raphael family, you filthy blood," Though, of course, Damien was not just going away without pissing her off—at least to satisfy his rising ego.

"....Does it matter who holds the filth? Aren't I here in place of you?" Having already seen a vast world, this mere mortal territory was more than under control; she was not feeling angered, just amused at this worthless person, who was nothing now, holding nothing at all.

"Yes, in place of..." Damien put pressure on those words, clearly trying to give her a good answer.

"You are still pathetic, aren't you?" Ophelia couldn't help but feel amused at this child's play, knowing well about his habit of always acting childish and thinking he was someone superior, given how easily she could crush him at any moment.

"Pathetic? At least not as someone who kills.... hm, no, I will take my leave," Damien wanted to piss her off but halted, thinking this was not the right time to tell her how she was more pathetic for killing the woman who adopted her simply because she was jealous of her real son.

Though of course, knowing her story at least gave Damien a clear idea of how to deal with this woman as he turned to leave while not forgetting to keep the gun.

'Did he.... no, it's impossible,' Ophelia looking at the back of Damien narrowed her gaze, glancing down towards the guard who was dead. She wanted to use this chance to insult him but let the moment slide, given how there was no reason for her to spend a single second with that trash.

'Are you seeing Mother? Your son is pathetic, unlike the genius you used to praise,' Ophelia couldn't help but grin, looking at the disappearing back of the man who had once become a subject of jealousy for her—much worse than in anger; she had killed that woman who was closest to him.

His mother.

'I will leave you alive only because of your mother,' Ophelia turned, entering the mansion, which was now hers—everything that once belonged to that woman who adopted her, giving her all the love one could deserve.

She decided to keep it intact until she ascends back to the higher realm while keeping that idiot away from her.

Previously, due to becoming jealous of him, she had killed that kind woman.

She had regretted it for so long that she decided she would never become jealous of him.

So, in the future, she would not kill someone kind for that idiot, who is now a worthless piece of shit.