On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness - Chapter 18 - : Strikingly Slapping the Face

I transmigrated into a novel and became the villainess, Serina who comes from the noble Ducal Melford family.

As a well-to-do character, I tried to mind my own business, but the story had other ideas. A self-proclaimed mother brought back a boy – the duke’s heir and a genius wizard – intent on brainwashing and blackening him.

The contents of brainwashing are two things:

1. Obey our family.

2. And fall in love with Serina.

Thanks to that, the brainwashed twisted yandere is obsessed with me…

I can’t do this. I have to undo the twisted character’s brainwashing!

By the way, what’s this situation?

“Now that the brainwashing is gone, I’ll do as I please. So Serina, please, let’s do our best.”

I’ve solved his brainwashing… but why does he seem even crazier than before—

Did I make a mistake?

Japan – National News BroadcastThe polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast.“Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan,” she began, her voice steady yet tense. “More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime.”A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror.The anchor’s tone shifted. “Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue.”---United States – Paranormal PodcastIn a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair.“So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?” the host asked, clearly intrigued.The man scoffed, shaking his head. “Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other.”He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.“Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!” the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement.The host held up the picture to the live chat. “Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?”The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue.---China – Liangyuan Street MarketSurveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns.Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed.The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty.The screen cut abruptly to black.

Yin Shuang Shuang, a regular girl who grew up in a conservative family, who never even had a boyfriend at the age of 25, suddenly transmigrated in a world where s*x is all that matters.In a world where value was skewed. Where s*x is expected, glorified, and a fight for the world’s survival. How will Yin Shuang Shuang adapt and survive?Follow her as she navigates the entertainment industry in an attempt for survival and defiance to the world. Would her journey to the top give her the freedom that she really wants? And would love be able to blossom under the society’s heavy repression of it?

I got hit by a truck and woke up in a world unfamiliar to me.[System rebooting… AI core active.][What can I help you with?]With a hologram screen floating before me, Chat GTP, the pinnacle of artificial intelligence.[Combat mode activated.][Here is the steps to create a atomic bomb.][Efficiency: 99.8%. Shall we proceed with conquest?]And with it, I became the most dangerous man in this world.