Mobile game company ‘Enchanted Love’ had an emergency.

Footage of an April Fool’s Day event they hadn’t planned was being captured and posted all over the internet, and they were unable to identify and fix the bizarre error.

Resetting the game would bring the male leads back, but for some reason, the NPCs had taken their place by episode 15.

The museum event in question was skipped altogether, with the message “The story cannot be loaded” appearing.

The captured footage went viral on social media, and the game’s download views increased dramatically, but the team was not pleased.

“April Fool’s Day? Who organized this without permission? Who has the right to mess around?”

“No one touched it, really.”

Because they didn’t.

The paintings in the backdrop of the museum had changed, Pandora was holding back her laughter, and the male leads were gone, and it was all horrifying.

And when the problem wasn’t fixed until long after April Fool’s Day, they were inundated with emails and phone calls demanding they be returned.

In the end, the team struggled with the issue for about a month before suspending ?Villain’s Way of Love?.

– Guys, the April Fool’s Day event wasn’t actually meant to be an April Fool’s Day event. My sister asked me about it because she played <Villain’s Way of Love>. It’s scary.

? ??? What?

? What?

? Goosebumps

? Isn’t it just marketing?

? Kekeke What are you saying? You should sleep next to your mom.

? Do you believe that? It’s nonsense.

The issue in SNS, which burned brightly and then died down for a while, was rekindled when the truth was revealed.

Most people were in disbelief, but a few people questioned why the service was shutting down at the height of its popularity, and the rumors were spreading like wildfire.

– Isn’t Pandora cursing them because they keep coming to her exhibitions yet not looking at the paintings but flirting with each other?

? This is the correct answer.

? Did Pandora kill all the male leads?

? That’s probably true.

? But if it turns out that the NPCs killed them to take the place of the male leads, Pandora would be so unfair.

? Why are you all writing fiction here, just write a novel instead?

People called it ‘Pandora’s curse’ and were buzzing over it.

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Poor Pandora. Here she is.

Pandora is in the crisis of her life, suspected of kidnapping or murdering Crown Prince Eric, Archduke Frederick of the North, Escort Knight Eugene, and Priest Noel.

For a woman who is almost blind and walks with a cane, the very idea of being accused of anything is absurd.

What on earth could she possibly do to four grown men?

Besides, the crown prince has been called the genius of the century, the northern archduke is unrivaled in swordsmanship and hunting, and Eugene is a former gladiatorial slave who excels in bare-knuckle dogfighting and is proficient with all weapons.

Noel has incredible self-healing powers, healing quickly from injuries and being impervious to poison.

They were all exceptionally skilled, that’s what she meant.

Pandora is…… just Pandora. A blind artist. A painter who paints a blurry world through blurry eyes, with paint all over her hands and apron.

A thin, sickly woman who can’t even open a paint cap without help.

“So you’re saying…… you haven’t seen the four of them at all since the exhibition?”

“Yes.”

“But the doorman claims to have seen the four of you go into your workshop separately.”

“Yes. But when I went to my workshop, no one was there.”

“They saw them go in, but no one saw them come out, like they just vaporized. There’s no sign of magic, and……. Do you think there’s a basement or a secret passage in the workshop?”

“No, there isn’t, but you’re welcome to check it out if you’re in doubt.”

“Okay, we’ll take your help for now. Let me know if you find anything.”

The officials from the imperial court examined the workshop, sealed it off, and left.

Pandora paced nervously by the window until the sound of the wheels of the carriage they’d arrived in faded into the distance, then flopped back on the couch as her surroundings finally fell silent.

“Wah……. My heart is pounding.”

She was so nervous, her mouth was dry and her palms were clammy with sweat.

The officials had left, but there were still troops outside the gates to prevent or monitor Pandora’s escape.

Returning to her bedroom off the parlor, she locked the door and pulled out the four portraits she had tucked under her bed. They were of Eric, Frederick, Eugene, and Noel.

Pandora squinted, recognizing the glistening faces of the men in the paintings.

She flipped the canvas over and examined it.

On the back of the canvas was a title that had nothing to do with them.

‘That’s because what I’ve painted here was never meant to be a portrait!’

Why have her precious paintings been turned into portraits of these missing men?

Have they been sealed like the fairy genie in the lamp?

‘Why, why, why, why?’

Pandora gently rubbed her hands over the paintings, but no canvas fairy appeared.

She shook, rattled, and tapped, but to no avail.

“Calm down. Let’s calm down.”

Something unpleasant must have happened.

She hates to assume, but she can’t help but think there’s a connection between the paintings’ transformation into portraits and the four men’s disappearance.

She was nervous that if anyone saw these portraits, she would be misunderstood or suspected.

She was afraid that if anyone saw the portraits, they might make the wrong assumptions and suspect that Pandora had admired the four handsome men and kept them to herself while she painted them, and eventually did something she shouldn’t have done.

So she brought them back to her room and hid them, but every time she looked at them, she got the creeps and wanted to throw them into the fireplace.

“Ugh. Creepy.”

It’s even worse because the portraits are so well done.

Hanging them in an exhibition, visitors would be mesmerized by the ecstatic, vibrant aura they emitted, and would rush to buy them.

Pandora, who was known for being a hard-nosed artist, could see how others would react to something so beautiful.

‘Is my painting haunted? Should I just burn it and get rid of it?’

But somehow, a shiver of foreboding ran down her spine, as if she shouldn’t.

Pandora had no idea why this was happening, but she racked her brain for clues.

April Fool’s Day? Could that be it?

She didn’t know why or how they had disappeared, but there was only one reason the four men had come to her studio that day.

They had tampered with the paintings in the exhibition.

Pandora thought back to the most exhilarating moment of deviation that changed her life. She puckered her lips as she recalled the events that had led up to the present.

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“You know what? It’s not like she’s an important character anyway, right?”

Pandora was born listening to the developer’s ramblings.

The voice gradually became clearer as he mumbled in the blackness as if she were dreaming of floating in space.

The voice of a story writer tells that her character design shouldn’t be prettier than the heroine.

The illustrator’s plea is that she should be more colorful and pretty, even though she’s an artist.

She also heard the excited voice of the producer asking him what he thought of the concept of a drunken, dreadlocked, geeky painter.

“How about she’s blind and uses a cane?”

“What do you mean, how does a painter paint if she’s blind?”

“It’s tragic and good.”

“So let’s say she’s half-blind, then?”

And so was born Pandora, a brunette, gorgeous, pretty face, hard-nosed, half-blind, and walking with a cane.

Pandora Grimlett.

An NPC created for the sole purpose of the ‘Exciting Art Museum’ favorability event.

The event went something like this The player character Vivian Flare receives an invitation from Pandora.

? Lady of the noble Flare family,

It’s the ninth day of early summer, and Castle Brise is turning blue. It’s Pandora’s first solo exhibition. We have prepared beautiful sights and events for you to see, both inside and outside the museum, and it would be our infinite honor and pleasure if you could come and grace the occasion. You are welcome to bring a companion.

Pandora Grimlett Dream. ?

Players choose one of the four men, ask them out on a date, and go to the museum together on the first day of the exhibition.

As they explore the exhibits, strange things start to happen……?

It is the perfect event to induce flirting and physical contact.

Pandora opened her eyes with a shiver, questioning why she was helping someone else fall in love in a solo exhibition where she was supposed to be the star.

She felt a fluffy pillow propped up against her head and the softness of the duvet against her hand.

A big bed and clean linens. Crisp morning air wafting through the window.

Beyond her blurry vision, she saw a large room with thick carpeting on the floor.

Feeling her senses wake up one by one, Pandora fumbled with her fingers and gingerly brought them to her cheek.

“Oh.”

Her skin was bare, like a baby’s. Her wispy hair fell to her waist and bristled, and her hands were callused like a painter’s, but she’d taken great care of them.

The developers had set her up as a wealthy heiress.

“Aaah- aaah-“

Pandora opened her mouth to make a sound, her eyes flashing open. She liked the calm resonance of her voice.

It was a little disappointing not to be the main character, but somehow Pandora found her setting and role quite interesting.

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She takes that back.

Pandora glared at the desk calendar and clock beside her bed, ready to rip it to shreds, and cursed the developers who had made her.

June 9, 8:00 a.m.

She was on her hundredth June 9th.

Shit.