The day I was about to quit the game, countless floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes.

[Finally! The villainess is quitting!]

[Now Janet Cole doesn’t have to worry about getting exposed for using her account to flirt online.]

[The heroine is so smart–she always uses voice chat in-game. The villainess has no idea.]

[Janet is living the dream–using her max-level account to juggle five top-tier players at once!]

[At 2 PM today, she’s meeting her 'No.1 catch'–the cold, untouchable campus heartthrob Cedric Barnes!]

[Assassin god tomorrow, rich scion the day after… her time management is insane!]

The Janet they were talking about… was the fake heiress who had taken my place in my own family.

She had been impersonating me–using my account to flirt with five elite players at once?

Then more comments appeared…

[Why hasn’t the villainess left yet? The male lead is already waiting.]

[This is the first sweet date between the leads–can’t wait!]

I turned to look at Janet, touching up her makeup in front of the mirror–and suddenly, it all clicked.

The 'villainess' they were talking about… was me.

So the real heiress–me–was nothing more than a disposable side character, a stepping stone for the fake one?

A faint smile curled on my lips.

If she could impersonate me online and play the field, then me showing up in person and stealing everything... wouldn't be too much, right?

In Starlight Odyssey, my in-game ID was Moonlight Glow.

I was recognized across the entire server as the number one zero-spend mage.

Before I was taken back to the Cole family, I was dirt poor–spending money on a game was never even an option. When my adoptive parents refused to give me living expenses, I survived by taking on paid orders in-game–boosting accounts, carrying players, even playing companion runs for cash.

My mechanics were flawless–and because I could crush heavy spenders without spending a single cent–I built a massive reputation.

People called me the F2P Mage God.

Half a month ago, the old secondhand computer that fought alongside me for years finally gave out.

I only just returned to the Cole family and did not get around to setting up a new rig yet.

To participate in a guild war tournament, I borrowed Janet Cole's laptop once to log in.

I did not expect her to secretly save my password.

My parents are soft-hearted. Even after discovering she was not their biological daughter, they could not let go of the years of attachment. So she stayed–still the second young miss of the Cole family.

I never resented her for living the life that should have been mine. I treated her like a real sister.

However, only through the livestream comments did I find out–she did not just steal my account. She reinvented herself as the only daughter of a top-tier wealthy family and a gaming prodigy, flirting with different men at the same time, stringing people along left and right.

Janet stood in front of the mirror, touching up her lipstick.

She was even wearing a white branded dress my parents just bought for me–tags still attached.

"Hey Eleanor, I've got an interview this afternoon. Mind if I borrow your dress?"

She turned around with a sweet, innocent smile–as if taking the real daughter's things was only natural.

I looked at her coldly, a faint curl of mockery tugging at my lips.

"Sure. Good luck with your interview."

The moment she walked out–

I went straight to the wardrobe.

An interview?

More like going to meet my in-game boyfriend.

I picked out a dangerously seductive red velvet bodycon slip dress.

Then I did my makeup–bold, sharp, and unapologetically striking.

In the mirror, the girl's crimson lips curved slightly.

Beautiful. Daring. Untamed.

So she liked pretending to be me, flirting online?

Fine.

Then I'd get there first–and steal everything right out from under her.

1:30 in the afternoon.

I arrived at the cafe near campus half an hour early.

It did not take long to spot Cedric Barnes by the window.

He was the law school's famously aloof heartthrob–cold, distant, untouchable. And in the game, he was known as the top swordsman.

Right now, he was staring at his phone, something rare flickering in his expression–anticipation.

I walked over in ten-centimeter heels, my steps slow and deliberate, carrying myself with effortless confidence.

Then I slid into the seat across from him.

A faint hint of rose perfume drifted through the air.

Cedric frowned instinctively and looked up.

However, the moment he saw my face, he froze.

[What the hell?! Why is the villainess here already?!]

[Wasn't she supposed to log off at home? Why's the plot changing?!]

[Oh my god–Eleanor Cole looks stunning. She's like a rich heiress straight out of a photo!]

I rested my chin on one hand, watching him with a faint, teasing smile.

"What? Been waiting long?"

The tips of Cedric's ears turned red instantly.

He straightened in his seat, suddenly a little awkward.

"You, you're Moonlight?

"But your voice, it doesn't sound like it does in the game."

The comments kept flying past.

[LMAO, she's about to get exposed.]

[Our girl chats with the pros every day–there's no way she wouldn't recognize the voice.]

I let out a soft laugh.

"I use a voice changer in-game. I rely on my skills to make a living–I'd rather not invite unnecessary trouble."

Then I casually dropped a detail only the two of us would know.

"Last week's cross-server battle–you tanked three ultimates from the opposing mage just to save me.

"That orange-grade sword you got afterward had great stats, but the durability was almost gone. I even reminded you to repair it."

Cedric's eyes lit up immediately.

The cold, untouchable persona shattered in an instant, replaced with pure excitement and awe.

"It really is you!

"I can't believe I'm actually meeting you in person today."

The live comments went wild.

[What the hell, this villainess has no shame.]

[Relax, guys–the female lead is arriving in five seconds.]

Right then, the cafe door swung open.

Janet rushed in, drenched in sweat, wearing the ill-fitting white dress that belonged to me.

Janet spotted me the moment she walked in–sitting across from Cedric.

The smile on her face froze instantly.

Her pupils widened, as if she just saw a ghost.

"E–Eleanor?!"

I lifted my iced Americano and took a slow sip, not even sparing her a glance.

Cedric frowned, clearly displeased, and looked at her.

"You know her?"

I lazily stirred the ice in my cup.

"My sister. Janet."

I paused, then added lightly, "No blood relation, though. We were switched at birth in the hospital. My parents still let her stay with the family."

Janet bit down hard on her lip.

Panic flashed across her eyes–and beneath it, the deep, festering jealousy of someone who stole a place that was never hers.

However, she glanced at Cedric's strikingly handsome face and then at me.

Greed won.

She took a deep breath, pulled out a chair, and sat down right beside us as if nothing was wrong.

"Hey, Cedric, what a coincidence."

Her voice turned soft and sugary, deliberately pitiful.

"Actually, I'm the one who asked to meet you here today."

As she spoke, she reached for Cedric's hand on the table.

"Eleanor just happened to pass by. She's only recently been brought back to the Cole family. She grew up poor–she could barely even afford food. She doesn't know anything about holographic games, let alone play them."

Cedric jerked his hand away as if shocked, a flicker of disgust crossing his eyes.

He turned to me, puzzled.

I let out a soft laugh, resting my chin in one hand as I looked at Janet.

"Oh? You're the one who invited him?"

"Then why don't you tell us–what dungeon did we run last night?"

Janet froze.

She stole my account, sure.

However, all she ever did was flirt over voice chat.

She did not understand the game at all.

She could not squeeze out a single word.

"I was too tired last night. I don't remember."

Her eyes darted around, trying to salvage her dignity.

"Cedric, don't listen to her nonsense.

"She grew up in the countryside–she's never even seen what a max-level account looks like!"

The smile at the corner of my lips turned sharper, colder.

"If you're so knowledgeable, why don't we talk mechanics?"

I turned to Cedric, my tone shifting–lazy, but precise.

"After last week's update, the mage skill Frozen Expanse had its cast delay secretly reduced by half a second.

"If you want to avoid being interrupted in cross-server battles–especially for players like us who rely on skill instead of stacking resistance through spending–

"On the third row of the talent tree, should you pick Rapid Cooldown or Frost Shield?"

Cedric's eyes lit up instantly.

This was the kind of fine-tuned data only top-tier players paid attention to.

He turned to Janet, his gaze sharp now, probing.

"Janet, if you're Moonlight Glow, what do you think?"

She completely froze.

All she ever did was use my account in safe zones, acting cute and collecting gifts.

She did not even know all the hotkeys–let alone things like cast delays or talent builds.

"I think-"

She stammered, fingers twisting nervously in the hem of the Chanel dress that was not even hers.

"I think you should pick Frost Shield.

"At least it helps you survive."

She tried to sound confident, offering what seemed like a reasonable answer.

Cedric's expression turned cold immediately.

I let out a quiet, merciless laugh.

"That's a useless talent only beginners under level thirty would choose.

"Moonlight Glow is called the number one mage for a reason–max damage, perfect positioning, zero defensive talents.

"You don't even understand basic class fundamentals, and you dare impersonate the top mage on the server?"

Each word I spoke–landed like a sharp slap across her face.

Cedric did not hesitate.

"Miss, please leave.

"My girlfriend and I have something private to discuss. We don't want to be disturbed."

Janet's face flushed a deep, ugly red.

Not only did her fake persona tore apart in public–she had to watch helplessly as the big catch she was carefully cultivating was completely taken from her.

Humiliation and fury surged through her.

She could not hold it in anymore.

Covering her face, she bolted out of the cafe like a stray dog chased into the streets.

…

[Holy shit! That was an insane technical smackdown!]

[Janet is such a fraud–she couldn't answer a single thing!]

[I'm dying–she doesn't even know Rapid Cooldown and still pretends to be top mage?!]

[It's over, it's over. The main target's completely been taken by the villainess!]

[Janet cried so hard, she's definitely not letting this go!]

…

I watched the scrolling comments in front of me, calmly finishing the last sip of my iced Americano.

Not letting it go?

Perfect.

This was only the first catch.

The real game did not even begin yet.