For the next three days, armed with the precise itinerary provided by the scrolling comments, I began my little operation–cutting her off at every turn.

Tuesday afternoon.

Janet was meeting her second target.

The number one assassin on the Starlight server.

Game ID: Shadow.

I slipped into a fitted black outfit–sleek, bold, impossible to ignore–and arrived at the lounge bar, Muse, thirty minutes early.

Shadow was a silver-haired boy with a rebellious edge, the kind of untamed wildness that bled into real life.

However, the moment he walked up to the booth and saw my face, the shock in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Even his steps faltered.

I swirled the cocktail in my hand, lips curving slightly.

"That ten thousand gold you owe me from our last PK match–when are you paying it back?

"We agreed, didn't we? Lose, and you work as my free bodyguard for a month."

Just that one detail–something only the two of us would know–was enough to tear down every wall he had.

The untouchable, arrogant top assassin turned red at the ears, stammering as he called me, "Moonlight."

We were in the middle of an easy, lively conversation when the door to the bar suddenly swung open.

Janet rushed in, slightly out of breath.

Today, she deliberately dressed in a soft, delicate floral dress–pure, innocent, the kind designed to tug at heartstrings.

She came, full of anticipation, ready to reel in her second big catch.

However, the moment her gaze swept across the booth and landed on me, smiling across from Shadow– it was like she was struck by lightning.

She froze in place.

Yesterday it was Cedric. Today it was Shadow.

Finally, it clicked.

This was not a coincidence.

I was systematically stealing everything from her.

Her whole body trembled with rage.

Her eyes reddened instantly, nails digging deep into her palms.

However, when she saw how obedient, how attentive Shadow was toward me, she did not even dare to step forward.

She spun around and fled.

Wednesday night.

Her third target.

The number one healer on the server.

Game ID: Miracle Hands.

This time, I wore a soft, elegant French-style dress and took my seat early at a high-end restaurant.

Miracle Hands turned out to be the refined type–gold-rimmed glasses, polished, dangerous in a quiet way.

All it took was one sentence:

"Last time in the dungeon, your positioning almost wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology."

Just like that, he willingly cut my steak for me, poured my wine–completely at my service.

By the time Janet arrived–carefully dressed, full of expectation–what she saw was the two of us deep in conversation, laughing like we knew each other forever.

She was on the verge of losing her mind.

[It's over! The female lead's men have all been stolen!]

[Janet smashed three cups at home already!]

[The villainess is ruthless–using info gaps to intercept everything!]

[Janet, don't panic–just call all five of them out and confront her!]

[Yes! Expose her for being a player!]

[But honestly, isn't this fair? Janet was the one impersonating her first.]

I watched the comments scroll wildly across my vision, the smile on my lips growing deeper.

So, she finally snapped.

Backed into a corner–ready to lash out?

Right on cue.

After I finished meeting the remaining two, Janet finally exploded.

Friday night.

I received her challenge.

I just returned from another meetup when I saw her standing outside my bedroom door, her face dark with fury.

"Tomorrow night. I've booked a private room at the Peninsula Hotel. All five of them will be there. Do you dare show up and face them?"

I smiled lightly.

"Of course. I'll be there on time."

Gather all five targets into one place for a showdown?

Janet, you really have no idea how fast you're digging your own grave.

At eight that night, in ten-centimeter heels, I pushed open the door to the Peninsula Hotel's VIP room.

The atmosphere inside the private room was suffocatingly tense.

Janet sat at the head of the table, dressed in a delicate white dress, looking fragile and wronged. Her eyes were swollen red, as if she was crying for hours.

Around her sat five men–each one powerful in his own way.

To her left were Cedric and Shadow.

To her right sat the refined menace, Miracle Hands.

In the center–lazily flipping a lighter in his hand–was Lance Farcaster.

The crown prince of one of the city's most elite families. And the number two top spender on our server.

Beside him, lounging with one leg propped up on the coffee table, looking thoroughly annoyed, was a sharp-looking guy with a buzz cut–

Matthew Crater.

The campus king from the neighboring sports academy. And the number one archer in the entire server.

The moment I stepped inside, Janet shot to her feet.

She pointed straight at me, her voice shrill with outrage, like she suffered some unbearable injustice.

"Eleanor! You shameless account thief–you finally showed up!"

The room fell silent instantly.

All five pairs of eyes locked onto me at once.

Cedric and Shadow stood up immediately, instinctively moving as if to shield me.

Seeing that, Janet's tears spilled even harder, like beads snapping off a broken string.

"Cedric, Shadow–don't be fooled by her!"

"She's not Moonlight Glow at all!"

"She's just the real daughter my family recently took back. Because my parents favor her, she forcibly took over my max-level account–

"And she even stole my personal photos to impersonate me and meet you!"

Still crying, she slammed her battered laptop onto the table.

The screen lit up with the game's login page.

"This computer is proof!

"The login credentials for the account have always been saved on my device!

"She grew up outside, barely able to afford food–how could she possibly spend enough to become number one on the server?"

Her tearful accusations dragged the temperature in the room straight to freezing.

Cedric and Shadow froze, their gazes flickering uncertainly between the two of us.

Lance raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the unfolding drama.

Matthew, on the other hand, dropped his foot from the table, his eyes turning sharp and hostile as he stared me down.

"Hey. You," he said coldly. "Did you steal the account or not?"

…

[Janet is so brave! She finally confronted her head-on!]

[Exactly–this villainess just swooped in and stole everything. Where's the proof she owns the account?]

[Janet has login credentials. That's solid evidence. The truth's about to come out!]

[Matthew is so fierce–I love it. Kick this fake out already!]

…

I looked at Janet, standing there with that righteous, aggrieved expression, and almost felt like handing her an Oscar.

Slowly, I walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down with casual ease–completely unfazed by Matthew's hostility.

"Janet," I said calmly, "You claim the account is yours. The photos, too."

I let out a soft, cold laugh, my gaze sharp as a blade.

"Then why don't you explain something to everyone here?

"If those photos are really yours–why are you sneaking around wearing the custom Chanel dress our parents bought for me, just to pass it off as your own?

"And if the account is yours–"

I leaned back slightly, voice steady and cutting.

"Why don't you prove it right now, in front of all five of them?

"Open the real-name verification system and do a face scan verification."