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The Goal Is To Die

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Nadia Augusten was born a villainess. 

She was fed with a golden spoon and was provided with everything she needed. Everything she wants, she gets.

She's known as the wicked princess of the empire. And that wickedness led to her dire sufferings.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?!" She yelled as she was about to get executed in front of the crown prince.

"You tried to killed my fiancée. So you should pay the price."

"I only did that because I love you!"

"Shut up. Off with her head!"

*Slash!*

After Nadia died, she came back one month before her execution date.

"This time, I'll live peacefully!"

And so she decided to turn into a new leaf. 

But she was wrong.

*Slash!*

"AGHH!!"

She died again. 

*SLASH!!*

"GAAHHHH!!!"

No matter what she does, evil or good... she always ends up being a corpse.

...

Nadia woke up.

Her eyes were dead, as if life itself was gone.

'How many times is it now?'

She rashly scratched her head, tired of everything.

"Forget living. I just want to die already."

...

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Published: Jan. 1, 2023

Note:
-This story is originally written by me. 
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