In a tragic reverse harem game, Saintess Daphnela was born out of the ‘vaccine program’, and she was entangled with influential and possessive madmen.
“You are mine. Your body, your life, your abilities, and every single breath you take.”
The crown prince, Heizen, who’s mad with possessiveness, said.
“How can I make you look at me? Should I rip out the necks of the popes and cardinals?”
The commander of the Holy Knights, Vyleston, who whispers blasphemy with a noble face, said.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m definitely not worried about you. So, who was it that touched you?”
The hot-blooded young duke, Roxand, who barks without hesitation, said.
Daphnela earnestly wished that in the midst of the suffocating life, this whole world would just perish.
One day, in front of her, a mysterious man infected with the virus extends his hand.
“I’ve finally found you, Daphnela.”
They were beings who can never be together. However, they were stuck on a fate where they could only recognize each other.
Hence, the vaccine and the virus met.
“If I were to confine you to a paradise, would you follow me?”
Was this man really a paradise?
Or was he the cruelest abyss?
If she takes his hand, how far can she tear down this wretched world?
