Today was the Motefei three sisters’ ninth birthday.
This birthday banquet brought together almost all the influential dignitaries in the city.
Luxury cars streamed in one after another, and the manor was filled with an atmosphere of celebration and nobility.
“Are those three the Count’s daughters?”
“They’re truly born beauties.”
The eldest sister, Laige Caicai, wore a gorgeous white dress that swayed gently with her steps, like a real princess—noble, elegant, and composed.
She instantly captured everyone’s attention and became the undisputed center of the room.
The second sister, Laige Yulian, wore a well-tailored pale yellow dress that enhanced her already gentle temperament, making her appear even softer and more approachable.
She stood quietly to the side, a faint smile on her lips, her delicate demeanor naturally stirring affection in others.
The third sister, Laige Fuling, was dressed in a sharp black gown.
The deep black complemented her calm disposition perfectly, exuding an undeniable authority beneath understatement.
The invisible aura of pressure she radiated silently subdued all the surrounding splendor.
The Motefei sisters had some reputation within their circles, and now that everyone saw them in person, they found them even more extraordinary.
Every gesture and movement revealed a distinctive elegance.
The three children sat in the main seats facing a banquet of hundreds, yet none of them showed any sign of panic.
“Boring.”
“So noisy.”
“Can we eat yet?”
Their eyes swept calmly over the crowd below, as if all the commotion had nothing to do with them.
They whispered to each other, projecting an air of aloof superiority.
But in reality, the three were just a little socially anxious—scared stiff by the grand occasion and sitting there frozen.
Besides, the three sisters didn’t care about the birthday banquet at all.
Because something else major was about to happen today.
If I remembered correctly, this was when the heroine would make her first appearance in the original plot.
By the way, although the three sisters’ father was called “the Count,”
this wasn’t some Western fantasy otherworld.
It was a modern urban world.
The Motefei family appeared to be wealthy aristocrats on the surface, but that was just a disguise.
In truth, they were a modern magic family.
And “Count” was the family’s rank within the orthodox magic realm.
Though not a top-tier magic family, they were still semi-premier.
As for what magic really was?
It could be understood as an ability—that fit the urban setting better.
Why call it magic instead of ability?
Because only spells that could be passed down from generation to generation were called magic.
The knowledge of cultivation could be inherited, and only those from magic families could be called mages.
Those wild awakenings with chaotic abilities that had no inherited techniques were called abilities.
The distinction was simple.
And the heroine was coming to their family precisely because of magical inheritance.
Beep beep beep~
A very clichéd cheap little taxi slowly pulled up in front of the Motefei manor gates.
With a click, the door opened.
A black-haired girl in a wrinkled black sailor uniform stepped out, dragging a faded oversized suitcase toward the manor gates.
A simple, understated makeup look subtly accentuated her angelic face.
Her features carried a natural coldness, yet between her brows lingered a trace of confusion about the unknown path ahead.
Truly a textbook heroine’s face—beautiful but not seductive, radiant but not flashy, exquisite yet not cliché.
And she had to carry just a hint of shabbiness to make it easier for readers to relate.
“Sorry, this is a private gathering. Not open to the public.”
Next came the textbook security guard blocking her way—looking down on her, stopping the black-haired girl at the gate.
The black-haired girl calmly took out a letter from her bosom—black with gold foil patterns.
On the envelope was clearly stamped an ancient, imposing family crest, its intricate design radiating unquestionable authority.
The moment the guard’s eyes fell on that crest, his face turned pale, sweat poured down, his eyes bulged, and he hastily bowed to apologize.
He looked so panicked he might have knelt down right there to kowtow in apology.
Many guests noticed this scene.
They whispered among themselves, wondering about the true identity of this shabby-looking girl.
But she was too unfamiliar—no one knew her, adding to the mystery.
Just then, task prompts appeared simultaneously in front of the Motefei sisters, and their three system pets quietly climbed onto the table.
Of course, none of them knew the others had also gotten systems and received tasks.
[Pour wine on the heroine and verbally insult her.]
[Task Requirement: Must be done in plain view at the banquet.]
[Reward on Success: Max MP +1.]
[Penalty on Failure: Eyeballs explode.]
Laige Caicai stared at the task list in front of her.
Her brow twitched slightly.
She took a deep breath, struggled to suppress the turmoil in her heart, and adjusted her expression to one of calm composure, trying to maintain a facade of indifference.
[Harass the heroine.]
[Task Requirement: Must be done in plain view at the banquet.]
[Reward on Success: Max MP +1.]
[Penalty on Failure: Uterus explodes.]
Laige Yulian finished reading her task, then slumped back in her chair with a bitter smile, making no attempt to hide her emotions.
[Strike the heroine!]
[Task Requirement: Must be done in plain view at the banquet.]
[Reward on Success: Max MP +1.]
[Penalty on Failure: Thumb explodes.]
Laige Fuling’s face remained expressionless, but inwardly she was slightly nervous.
A moment later, the three sisters stood up simultaneously from their seats.
They exchanged glances, as if reading each other’s minds—knowing what the other was about to do—and walked side by side in a row.
They walked from the main seats all the way to the far end, crossing the entire banquet hall, just to go find trouble for the heroine.
They were far too dedicated.
At the same time, each sister believed the others were acting according to the original plot.
Because in the original plot, the three sisters did pick a fight here.
Only she herself was different.
Only she was forced to do evil by the system task.
And most importantly, they were all thinking: how could they complete the task while reducing the heroine’s hatred toward them?
The system task descriptions were very vague—they had room to improvise and exploit loopholes.
Soon, the Motefei sisters reached the shabbily dressed black-haired girl and blocked her path.
All the banquet guests fell silent, quietly watching the drama unfold.
“What little tadpole is this? We don’t have a frog mommy here. You’re not welcome.”
Laige Caicai paused to gather her words, then unleashed the first taunt.
“?”
“?”
Hearing that, Laige Yulian and Laige Fuling felt a strange wave of cringe crawl up their spines.
Their brows furrowed, and they gave each other a look of utter confusion.
Little tadpole?
Frog mommy?
What kind of bizarre nonsense was that?
That wasn’t the original line at all, was it?
