Just before she died, however, "she" suddenly understood.
Why did Shawn Monroe just watch "her" leave without a word? Why was the look in Nora Lowell’s eyes, standing beside him, so cold? Why did no one stop "her" along the way? Did they all think "she" deserved this end?
But even if "she" had done so many things wrong, at the very least, "her" love for him was real.
He just didn’t need it.
In her room, Paige Sumrs shot up in bed, drenched in sweat. In the darkness, her eyes were wide open, her body trembled, and her cheeks were wet with tears.
’...It was a dream, right?’
’What the hell was that!’
It must have just been a dream, but the imnse pain of being torn apart by a Mutant Beast still seed to linger, leaving her shaken. And the events of the dream felt as real as if she had lived through them, every detail vivid in her mind.
She knew very well that these weren’t her mories.
When she’d read the novel, it was just for fun. How could she possibly rember the details and psychological states so clearly?
’No, on second thought, none of this seed to be in the original text.’
"Paige Sumrs" was just a side character; who would care if she truly loved the male lead? In the readers’ eyes, she was just a two-faced scher, a character designed to make the female lead seem more genuine and independent by contrast. In the parts of the novel she’d read, this side character was rely a stumbling block on the main couple’s path to love—a disposable character whose death would be cause for celebration. Forget about redemption; if any reader felt even a shred of pity for her, they’d be snapped back to their senses with a sharp reminder of "she brought it on herself!" Even she herself had been furious with this nasake character, shouting that she was a total idiot!
’Then, what was all that she’d just dread about?’
The more she thought about it, the more her blood ran cold!
Taking a few deep breaths, she got out of bed, went to the bathroom to clean herself up, and changed her clothes. She then walked into her workshop. Touching her familiar tools and materials, her heart finally began to calm.
Outside the window, it was still pitch black, a long ti before dawn.
But she had no desire to sleep.
Toying with the carving knife in her hand, she thought for a long ti before finally letting out a soft sigh.
’Perhaps this isn’t just a dream.’
Because the woman who the original "Paige" had frad, the one who took Nora Lowell’s place and fell into the horde of Mutant Beasts... although the "Paige" in the dream didn’t know her na, the Paige sitting here now knew it very well.
Leanne Walsh...
’Did she try to kill multiple tis because of sothing that hasn’t even happened yet in this reality?’
Then, the answer seed clear.
’She knows her future fate!’
’A reincarnator?’ The thought popped into Paige Sumrs’s mind.
It wasn’t impossible.
Since she herself had transmigrated, it wouldn’t be surprising for a reincarnator to appear as well.
If that was the case, then everything made sense.
’What a headache!’
’Every single one of them is completely ridiculous. Isn’t it exhausting, being ready to live or die for such an unremarkable man?’
’And then there’s Nora Lowell.’
’She’s ruthless!’
’As expected of the female lead!’
Heh. Paige Sumrs forced a laugh from her throat.
After such a scare, she paradoxically felt a sense of clarity. For so reason, her entire mindset had shifted, and she was able to let go of many things.
Before, she had been too concerned with the characters from the original novel, which made her seem overly anxious.
In reality, she hadn’t fallen in love with Shawn Monroe, and she certainly wouldn’t do anything irrational for his sake. Although she was unavoidably entangled in certain matters, like Shawn Monroe’s covetous eyes on her, moving to another base and leaving the male and female leads behind didn’t guarantee everything would be fine.
The trouble that was ant to co would find its way to her sooner or later.
Right now, the most troubleso issue was probably Leanne Walsh.
She felt a degree of sympathy for Leanne’s past life, but that wasn’t a reason to forgive her for trying to kill an innocent person in this one!
She had to avenge Hugo Perry’s death.
Of course, the other woman’s hatred for her would be just as intense, if not more so.
The two of them were therefore locked in a fight to the death!
She spent half the night organizing her thoughts, and by the ti she was done, the sky was gradually beginning to lighten.
Paige Sumrs stretched and began to prepare her materials.
Things had to be done one at a ti, and the road ahead had to be walked one step at a ti.
The first thing she had to consider was modifying the Crossbow.
Since Marcus Monroe was showing sincerity, she naturally wouldn’t be stingy.
He claid he wouldn’t use it in The Dead City and wouldn’t leak the design, but were there no spies from The Dead City in other places? She didn’t believe that for a second.
Still, this man seed decent for the ti being.
Steady and magnanimous.
The fact that he could attract a group of followers showed that he had, at the least, so successful thods in how he dealt with people and matters.
In that case, she should also demonstrate her own value, which would make him eager for further cooperation.
Currently, there wasn’t much room for improvent on the crossbow’s body itself. The focus had to be on the Crossbow Arrows.
Paige Sumrs thought relentlessly, even ntally simulating her battle with the Mutant Beast inside her room, and she finally found a general direction. Taking her own Crossbow as an example, the Crossbow Arrows were small. The advantage was that they didn’t easily alert the target when fired, but there was also a disadvantage: without proper training, it was difficult for the user to hit their mark.
In this era, people’s relationship with weapons was like people’s relationship with caras or similar tools in her original world. Only professionals would spend years, or even a decade, mastering them. But what about most people? They just wanted sothing simple, easy to understand, and easy to use. Not to ntion, the people here didn’t have that much ti for study; you could even say that most of their learning was done while hunting and being hunted!
Therefore, if it wasn’t a custom order and was ant to be a weapon for the masses, the length of the Crossbow Arrow and the way it delivered its impact had to be changed.
Paige Sumrs left a ssage outside her door for a certain soone, telling him to handle Woody Warren’s side of things. She needed to focus on designing the Crossbow and was not to be disturbed!
Marcus Monroe was also very perceptive.
It wasn’t until Paige Sumrs erged from her seclusion that she saw soone sitting cross-legged and silent at her door, as if they had been waiting for a long ti.
Her eyes were a bit dazed as she stared at the person. "It’s you?!"
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