The Real Heroine Logs In

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,