This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 388

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“You can upgrade?”

The system replied, “Yes. I am the will of this world. I was only restricted before.”

It couldn’t directly interfere with many things.

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If this world was treated like a long serialized story, then it was simply a consciousness formed within it. It couldn’t forcibly change the storyline. It could only provide limited support to the chosen protagonist.

“When you were a child, I could occasionally tell you minor future details. But now you have grown, Maya. The main characters have also matured, and the central storyline has officially started. This is a necessary arc. I cannot intervene or warn you too much.”

Maya turned her head and looked out of the window.

“I understand.”

She didn’t blame it.

The system didn’t owe her anything.

The system added, “But I will try my best to help you locate Bliss, Maya.”

Maya thanked it.

Even though it had no physical form and couldn’t protect her directly, in the predetermined plot events, no one else was allowed to interfere.

Only she could act.

And beside her, only the system could accompany her.

The location Maya chose was an abandoned construction site. Bare concrete frames stood exposed, and moonlight slipped through the incomplete structure, spilling pale light across the ground.

Her chest felt heavy as Alfred’s image kept replaying in her mind.

What had he thought when he faced Snowfinch?

Had he felt the same helplessness she felt now?

Maya didn’t have time to think further.

Because Snowfinch arrived quickly.

He stood under the moonlight, tall and sharp–featured, his expression cold and severe.

He fit her idea of a righteous–looking person.

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Snowfinch looked like someone who should be good.

Maya was not.

She was selfish.

She had no intention of greeting him. Hidden in the shadows, she tightened her grip on the gun. The moment she saw him, she raised it and fired.

He avoided the shot with ease, twisting his body at an unnatural angle.

Maya didn’t stop. She fired again and again, the second and third shots following immediately.

All of them missed.

When she looked up, he was gone from where he had stood. Snowfinch had already slipped out of sight like a shadow.

Maya reacted instantly and kept firing several more shots to force him back.

None hit.

He kept closing in.

Maya turned and retreated quickly, her steps light and urgent.

He had clearly locked onto her position, yet he didn’t finish her immediately.

That gave her a brief window of a few seconds.

The situation reminded Maya of playing hide and seek with her mother as a child. Wendy had always deliberately given her extra time.

Like a cat playing with prey.

Cold sweat formed on Maya’s back, and her entire body tensed.

She stepped back carefully and saw him appear again, moving in a strange, almost afterimage–like way.

She kept a safe distance, raised her head, and forced a calm smile.

“Good evening, sir.”

Snowfinch studied her.

She looked too ordinary.

A white shirt, curled hair by her ears, a coffee–toned jacket, soft eyes. She looked like a student sneaking out at night.

But no normal student would approach a dangerous man at midnight.

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Nor would she open fire immediately upon arrival.

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And after missing, switch weapons and continue shooting three times without hesitation.

While he thought, a blade slid out from Maya’s sleeve. She moved quickly and cleanly, aiming for his

throat.

He dodged. His expression turned cold as he reached for her.

Maya stayed calm. She twisted free, lifted her leg, and kicked toward his head.

The movement was sharp and decisive.

Snowfinch’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He blocked the strike, then stared at her for a moment before speaking sharply.

“Your mother really is that woman?”

Maya sneered. “What do you mean by that woman? You have no manners.”

Interest slowly rose in Snowfinch’s gaze.

He remembered how that woman had once killed his companions without hesitation, efficient and emotionless.

She probably never expected her own child would one day die in his hands.

He looked at Maya and smiled faintly, no longer rushing to kill her. Instead, he spoke as if recording information. “How old are you?”

Maya said nothing.

‘You are still young. When she was younger, your mother drifted alone everywhere. I heard her biggest wish was to have a family.

‘So she must care about you.

‘When you die, your mother will cry. Your father will cry. Your whole family will cry, won’t they?”

He talked too much.

Maya had never understood why villains always wasted time speaking so much. Then she thought about how she herself sometimes got carried away when victory felt close, and she understood.

It was human nature.

When someone held absolute advantage, they always wanted to watch their opponent’s reaction a little longer.

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