Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Break and Mend
Ahcehera’s entire existence was unraveling. A searing pain tore through her soul, sinking into every fiber of her being.

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, raw, unrelenting agony that twisted her mind and body in ways she never thought possible.

Her bones cracked and mended, her muscles shredded and reformed, and her very essence stretched beyond its limits.

She could feel herself being broken down to the smallest particle, as if she no longer existed as a singular entity but as fragmented pieces scattered across the universe.

And yet, she was aware. She was aware of every excruciating second.

She wanted to scream, to beg for the pain to stop, but she couldn’t. Her throat refused to work, her voice lost in the abyss. No matter how much she tried, no sound escaped her lips.

Then, amidst the agony, a voice called out to her.

“Welcome, Destiny’s Daughter.”

It was an enthusiastic voice, too enthusiastic. Cheerful, warm, almost affectionate. A stark contrast to the torment she was enduring.

“You have finally arrived.”

Ahcehera barely had the strength to register the words. Her mind was in chaos, her body trembling violently as another wave of pain crashed over her.

She was burning. Freezing. Being ripped apart and stitched back together at an impossible speed.

“Oh, don’t look so terrified,” the voice chuckled. “This is just the beginning.”

Her body convulsed, her vision flickering between blinding light and absolute darkness.

It felt as if something was carving through her very soul, examining every memory, every thought, every hidden scar she had tried to bury.

Images flashed through her mind, her battles, her triumphs, her failures. Every wound she had suffered, every moment of despair, every betrayal, every heartbreak.

She relived them all at once as if time itself had collapsed upon her. Her heart pounded against her ribs, the rhythm erratic, desperate.

She couldn’t take it.

She was going to break.

“Tsk, tsk, you’re already at your limit? But we’re only just getting started.”

The voice sounded amused, as if this was all a game.

Ahcehera’s fingers twitched, her body trying to fight back against the unseen force that was tearing her apart.

But she had no control. No matter how much she willed herself to move, she remained trapped in this endless cycle of destruction and rebirth.

She had endured battles that lasted days. She had fought against monsters that could swallow planets whole. She had faced death itself and survived.

But this…

This was something else entirely. It wasn’t just a test of her body. It was a test of her very existence. And she was failing.

She could feel it. The fractures in her soul deepened, the pain growing unbearable. Her consciousness wavered, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Ah, ah, ah! No, dying now, Destiny’s Daughter. You’re far too important for that.” The voice was teasing as if she had a choice.

Her thoughts were slipping, dissolving into the endless torment. She could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

Was this a dream? A nightmare? Had she already died, and this was the punishment for her sins? Or was she still falling, trapped in the abyss?

“You’re struggling. That’s good.”

Good?

“It means you’re worthy. But we must go deeper.”

No.

No, no, no…

Ahcehera tried to resist, to fight back, but the next wave of agony consumed her before she could even attempt to grasp onto reality.

Her soul shattered.

She felt herself split apart into thousands, millions of pieces, each fragment of her being scattered into the void.

Her name, her memories, her identity, everything that made her who she was, began to fade. She was nothing. She was no one. And yet, the voice continued.

“Ah, see? Now you’re starting to understand.”

A new sensation bloomed within her, something cold and all-consuming. It was despair. The kind that came when you realized you were utterly powerless.

How long had she been here?

Hours? Days? Centuries?

Time meant nothing in this place.

She wanted to surrender, to let go, to disappear into the abyss.

But then…

Something sparked within her.

A memory.

No, a promise.

A voice, not the one tormenting her, but a different one.

“You are stronger than you think, Ahcehera.”

It was a whisper from the past. A memory buried deep within her heart. She grasped onto it, clinging to that single thread of warmth in the midst of the cold void.

No.

She wasn’t nothing.

She wasn’t no one.

She was Ahcehera.

She had fought.

She had survived.

She had endured.

She had defied the odds before, and she would do it again.

With the last shred of strength she had left, she willed herself back together.

Piece by piece, she forced her soul to mend, to remember who she was.

And the pain…

The pain became fuel.

Her body burned with newfound determination. The agony no longer controlled her. She controlled it.

The voice hummed, seemingly intrigued.

“Oh? A fighter, after all.”

Ahcehera’s eyes snapped open.

No more screaming. No more struggling. No more breaking.

She wasn’t here to be torn apart. She was here to win. The abyss roared, but she roared back.

She gathered every ounce of willpower she had, forging it into a single, unwavering force. Her body, once at the mercy of this endless torment, now moved with purpose.

She clenched her fists. She stood tall. And she fought. For the first time since the test began, she pushed back.

The voice chuckled, a note of pride hidden beneath its amusement. “That’s more like it.”

Ahcehera didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. She was done being tested. The abyss could break a thousand warriors. But it wouldn’t break her.

The abyss trembled as Ahcehera’s will surged like an unstoppable force. The pain still lingered, but she no longer feared it. Instead, she used it, turning it into strength.

Her eyes once clouded with suffering, now burned with defiance.

“I will not break,” she whispered, her voice steady.

A shift in the void occurred. The oppressive darkness hesitated, as if acknowledging her resolve. The voice chuckled once more, now softer, almost approving.

“Very well, Destiny’s Daughter. You have earned the right to continue.”

Light erupted from within her, shattering the abyss. And then, silence.