This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 394

Maya was always chasing happiness, chasing a family, always reaching for things he’d never thought twice about.

But Alfred had thought, seriously. If you wanted happiness, first you had to stay alive. You had to be alive to have hope. You had to be alive to have a future. You had to be alive to have any happiness at all.

So he’d calculated every step. He’d run every possibility. He’d been naïve enough to believe that if he did everything right, if he killed Snowfinch and Maya got to live, then she’d finally get the happiness she wanted.

She hadn’t. She was in so much pain, so much grief. Every time she died, she looked so crushed.

She’d promised him she’d get it right the next time. She’d smiled and told him she’d pull him out of the so–called storyline. Smiling, like she was the one who was supposed to be protecting him.

But all he’d wanted, back at the start, was for Maya to be happy. And now all he could do was watch her die in front of him, over and over, because of him.

This time, Alfred had finally broken through whatever constraint had been holding him back. He’d found her. He wanted to beg her, murmur it to her.

“I don’t want to be saved, Maya. You don’t have to do this.”

She didn’t have to do this. From the very beginning, all he’d really wanted was for her to be happy.

“What you want isn’t the point,” Maya told him gently. “The point is, I want to bring you back. Just wait for me a little longer. Hey, if I fail this time, do you think you’ll still remember any of this?

“Forgetting wouldn’t be the worst thing. That way you wouldn’t hurt. But if you can remember what I did, I’d be happy too. I don’t like doing good deeds anonymously. I was brave for once, and it was for you.”

She kept talking, half to him and half to herself.

“Oh, and if there’s another reload after this, don’t be sad over me again.”

The system spoke up. “I’ll hold him for you. Hurry up.”

It really couldn’t wrap its head around how anyone could break through the limits of this world.

Maya smiled and said okay.

Alfred was left standing where he was. He tried to grab her, to chase her, and found he couldn’t move at all.

All he could do was watch her, sharp and hopeless, as she picked up her case and turned her back on him.

The girl didn’t look back.

Maya had always been good at reading people. She could feel Alfred was right at the edge of falling apart.

She shouldn’t have left him like that. But there was nothing else she could do. She couldn’t let him be part

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Chapter 394 Put Down Your Cowardly Hand

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of this.

Across hundreds of reloads, she’d tried every kind of hint to stop the story from playing out. She’d even tried pulling her mom is None of it worked.

The second she got anyone else involved, the rules ruled her a failure and forced a reset. After that, she stopped trying to be clever.

Another fight. Same familiar place. Same familia moon.

The man was lean, watching her in silence the way you’d watch something you needed to deal with. Maya’s face was calm.

Snowfinch was tired, honestly. He couldn’t help asking, “Have we met somewhere before?”

Maya laughed. “Save the small talk for after you’re dead.”

Snowfinch didn’t waste any more time either. He dodged the gun in her hand, and as the blade slid out of his sleeve, the tip pointed down. First cut, at her chest. Second cut, across her throat. Third cut, dropping toward her collarbone.

Three strikes. She slipped all of them.

His eyes changed. He’d never met anyone who could get out of his blade. His face went serious. “You can’t be very old.”

Maya nodded, watching his hands.

“Then you shouldn’t have come here.” His voice went cold. “It’s not too late to back out.”

Maya smiled. “Not backing out.”

Not for a hundred deaths. Not for a thousand. Not for ten thousand.

They came at each other again. Maya’s edge was that she could read his read on her. She always managed to slip out of the path of the fatal hit.

Snowfinch’s face darkened visibly. Facing this half–grown kid, he kept getting the strange feeling of being up against Wendy. One mistake, and the knife in her hand would open his throat.

“A girl your age, instead of going to school, instead of being a good person, you come after me?” He sounded baffled.

A good person…

“There’s no shortage of good people in this world. I just need my brother.”

The girl said it without expression.

After she met Raymond, after she sensed the strangeness inside that family, Maya had told herself, over

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