"Come in, child."
"From now on, you're part of our family."
"This is Emma. You can call her your big sister."
Inside a typical American-style house, a young girl stood at the entrance.
Her name was Shen... no, she was now known as Innocent Gabrielle.
Led by a middle-aged white man named Steve, Gabrielle stepped inside the house and laid eyes on her so-called "sister" — Emma.
Emma was about the same age as Gabrielle, around eight or nine. Her features were delicate, her skin porcelain-pale, like a life-sized doll. She offered Gabrielle a sweet, friendly smile, as if welcoming a new sibling with open arms.
But Gabrielle, being an angel, saw straight through the facade.
That fake smile was nothing but a mask for deep, venomous malice.
And more importantly — Gabrielle remembered the story of "Wicked Emma."
She knew this seemingly adorable little girl was a natural-born villain.
Chances were, Emma was already plotting how to get rid of her.
But Gabrielle wasn't worried.
She had connections — namely, God himself.
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After a brief introduction, Gabrielle followed her "father" Steve to the room prepared especially for her.
It was a cozy, well-decorated bedroom with a soft bed and a few cute dolls resting by the pillow. A classic little girl's room, clearly arranged with care.
Gabrielle was quite satisfied.
Emma, on the other hand, was not.
She stared at Gabrielle with dagger-like eyes, already calculating what kind of "accident" to arrange. She wouldn't allow anyone to challenge her position.
Steve's love was hers — and hers alone.
Steve, blissfully unaware of the darkness beneath his beloved daughter's smile, gave Gabrielle a quick tour and then left, announcing that he was going to prepare their first perfect family dinner.
Before he left, he reminded Emma to take good care of her new sister and help her adjust to the new home.
Emma smiled sweetly and nodded.
But the moment Steve closed the door—
Her expression vanished.
Gone was the smile.
Her face went cold as ice, and her eyes radiated open hostility.
And then—she found herself lifted off the ground by the throat.
Emma: ???
Wait a second... isn't she the wicked one? Shouldn't she be the one tormenting others?
What's with this reverse exorcism situation?!
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Gabrielle stared calmly at the dangling Emma in her grasp, wondering:
Should I just kill her now?
After all, Emma was truly evil — destined to hurt and kill countless people.
But then again... it felt wrong to kill her before she committed any crimes.
She was an angel, not a demon.
And what would she even tell Steve?
Unlike his twisted daughter, Steve was a genuinely good man.
After some hesitation, Gabrielle let go.
Emma dropped to the floor, coughing violently, still clutching her neck.
She had genuinely thought she was going to die.
Just as she was about to scream: "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
She looked up — and froze.
White wings unfurled behind Gabrielle's back.
A glowing golden halo hovered above her head.
Emma's eyes widened in disbelief.
A... an angel?
Gabrielle smirked.
"Oh, what's the matter? Stunned?" she said.
"I'm an angel. God's my big bro. You seriously think you can mess with me?"
"If it weren't for Steve, I'd have already dragged you out and burned you."
"Ever heard of holy fire, sweetheart?"
Emma, still in shock, finally snapped back to her senses.
Fear welled up in her — but so did anger.
"You... you can't do this! You're an angel, not a demon!
Angels aren't supposed to kill people!"
Gabrielle laughed.
"I don't kill good people. But are you a good person?"
"Others might be fooled, but not me. Your soul is soaked in malice.
You're a born evil seed. Killing you? God would praise me for it."
Emma fell silent.
If anyone else had said that, she'd call it nonsense.
But Gabrielle... Gabrielle was an angel.
And being an angel wasn't just a title — it was authority.
If Gabrielle declared someone a demon, then they were.
She couldn't hide. She couldn't lie.
Not in front of an angel.
And no one would ever believe her over Gabrielle.
In that moment, Emma truly despaired.
There was no winning against her.
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Gabrielle retracted her wings and halo, then offered Emma a hand.
She helped the girl up and said calmly:
"I want to destroy you.
But for Steve's sake, I'll give you a chance."
"Try to be a decent human being. I'm not asking you to save lives — just stop taking them."
"If you can do that, I won't lay a finger on you."
"But if you hurt anyone again... I will send you straight to God."
"Are we clear?"
Emma stared at Gabrielle and meekly nodded.
"I... I understand."
What choice did she have?
She couldn't exactly go to war with an angel.
At that moment, a soft, divine voice echoed in Gabrielle's mind:
> "Justice Delivered. +15 Virtue Points."
"Reward: Slight Increase in Physical Stats."
Gabrielle frowned slightly.
"So stingy…"
That was her golden cheat code — her system.
But unlike other transmigrators, Gabrielle didn't bring it with her.
No, God Himself had handed it to her when she was five.
The system was simple: Reward good, punish evil.
Do good deeds, earn virtue. The more virtue, the greater the reward.
So really, all she had to do was… be good.
And what better deed than reforming a born villain?
Looking at Emma now, Gabrielle's eyes sparkled.
This wasn't just some wicked child anymore.
This was a walking, talking virtue generator.
At first, she just wanted to scare Emma into behaving.
But now?
The Great Redemption of Emma the Wicked has officially begun.
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