Wish thought that if she ever got a second chance at life, she would at least wake up in a better story.

A spoiled princess.
A doomed villainess on the path to redemption.
A heroine adored by powerful husbands.

Anything would have been fine. That's how stories were supposed to work.
Instead, fate—and whatever twisted cosmic editor writes destinies—casts her in the one role she should never have been reborn into: the fat, ugly, unwanted maiden chosen for sacrifice.

She awakens in a body mocked by her tribe, pitied by her parents, and avoided by every man. In a world where beast forms define worth, hers is a joke—a puff-fluff fox, a useless cotton cloud that couldn't frighten a butterfly.

Worse still, she is the doomed extra whose sole purpose was to die during the Mating Moon Ritual—her death the trigger that allowed the real female lead, a beautiful, weak princess, to earn the devotion of the four almighty beast deities.

The Wind Deity—hot-headed, wild, and dangerously unpredictable.
The Solar Deity—arrogant, playful, and impossibly radiant.
The Sky Deity—silent, calm, and shrouded in mystery.
The Night Deity—cold, calculating, and merciless.

Except Wish doesn't die.

And her survival breaks everything.
The plot stutters. Events twist. Characters act wrong. The world itself seems to notice her refusal to disappear—and begins trying to correct the mistake.

Now hunted by fate and trapped in a society where beauty is worshipped, mating marks define destiny, and the weak are meant to be sacrificed, Wish is given one impossible condition for survival:

She must derail the story completely.

The only way to do that is to draw the attention of the four beings the world revolves around—creatures meant to be untouchable, distant, and divine. 
One is bound to her by a ritual that should have killed her. 
One meets her with hostility instead of fate. One sees her existence as a threat that must be erased. 
One should be incapable of feeling anything at all.

They were never meant to notice her.

The story was never meant to let her live.
So how is she supposed to survive a world that measures worth by beauty and power, when she is fat, unwanted, powerless—and armed with nothing but a useless fluffy fox?

Can she break the story that wants her dead?
Or will she die exactly as the plot demands?

The balcony overlooked the western gardens of the Sky Palace, but none of them were looking at the view.


Wish stood at the railing, hands gripped tight on the stone. Aurex leaned against the wall to her left, arms crossed, his usual warmth compressed into focus. Hyrin paced behind them, restless energy crackling faintly around his hands. Dew sat on the balcony's edge, one leg dangling over the drop, watching the horizon. Dusk stood slightly apart, PVC, (pocket vision crystal) in hand, reading.


Dew didn't look away from the horizon. "Yeah. I got the report early this morning."


Aurex pushed off the wall. "I don't get it. How can the Aquarell groves dry up? It hasn't happened in a million years. That place is the largest supplier of Seraline extract in all five realms. How does a tree that thrives in water die when there's no dry season in the Water Realm?"


Hyrin stopped pacing. "There is no logical reason behind it."


Chapter 165 - From their deathbeds.