Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 549

Vellmont Lodge.

After a long, hot bath, Vivienne stepped out and threw herself onto the plush, warm bed. The second she closed her eyes, her phone vibrated.

She casually opened the message.

[MyLifeIsMisery: Give me a quote. I want a premium membership.]

Vivienne sat up and typed out a reply without missing a beat.

[LeaveMeBe: Appearance fee is $10,000 per outing. Add-ons: arguing, fighting, or going psycho is an extra $10,000. Strategic planning is $50,000. Planning plus execution is $100,000.]

She paused to think, then added one more line.

[LeaveMeBe: Changing your ultimate destiny: A flat $10,000,000.]

After waiting for a minute with no response from Mina, Vivienne hopped off the bed, slipped her feet into her fluffy turtle slippers, and padded into her study. She grabbed the manila folder and brought it back into the bedroom.

It was the exact same folder Sylvia had violently hurled into the trash earlier.

While snooping through someone else's private documents was undeniably unethical, Vivienne had never claimed to be a saint, so she felt absolutely zero guilt about it.

She was genuinely curious. What exactly had Sophia done to drive Sylvia to such an unhinged rage?

Breaking the seal, she pulled out a thick stack of paperwork. One specific form instantly commanded her complete attention.

'Application Form for the 313th Women's Preparatory Corps'

Reason for Application: To build a legacy and defend the nation.

Vivienne's heart hammered against her ribs. Sophia had completely exceeded all her expectations.

In Athelvia, the 313th Unit was synonymous with being utterly invincible. Every single member of the camp was combat-ready—even the mess hall cooks were highly decorated veterans.

The Women's Corps was even more legendary. In recent history, it had produced a world-renowned seven-star general.

The 313th recruited nationwide every three years. If a candidate passed the rigorous entrance exams, sixteen-year-olds could join the Preparatory Corps. Two years later, they would be assigned operational roles based on their camp performance evaluations.

But regardless of the specific role, anyone who made it into the 313th was basically guaranteed a fast track to joining the military's high command.

Alaric's father, Sebastian Ravenshire, had been the chief commander of the 313th. After serving his three-year term, he was immediately promoted to Commander of the Stormhollow Military Commission.

The Everharts had systematically crushed Sophia because she was a girl, but it had only forged an indestructible rebellion inside her. She had chosen a path of blood and glory that even the men in the Everhart family wouldn't dare attempt.

Because stepping into the 313th meant signing a death warrant with the nation. The 313th was a camp of martyrs; even a titan like Sebastian Ravenshire had ultimately died in the line of duty.

A furious heat rose in Vivienne's chest. To think that someone with this kind of fierce, unwavering spirit was destined by the narrative to die a humiliating, agonizing death at the hands of Volgaar Raiders... it was a profound, sickening injustice.

According to the documents, Sophia had already passed the entrance exams for the 313th. However, due to her elite background, the military required her to provide a formal Letter of Family Endorsement.

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