Serena wandered into the pages of an ancient fantasy novel, embodying the tragic demise of the male lead's beloved, ethereal yet ill-fated. He loved her, as did the supporting characters. The female protagonist, bearing a striking resemblance to her, endured the affection, torment, and oppression of countless men, causing both physical and emotional harm. Her relationship with the male lead was fraught with twists and turns, a melodrama of heart-wrenching trials, yet ultimately culminating in a happily-ever-after.  Serena remarked, "Apologies, but I have no inclination towards demise, nor can I withstand torment. Hence, I choose to align myself with the antagonist. Beg your pardon, I bid farewell." The antagonist, with narrowed, languid eyes and a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, responded, "By my side lies a veritable inferno." She pondered for three seconds. "Does this inferno have soil?" "It has putrid ground." "Does it have water?" "Only blood." He anticipated her panic, her screams of escape. However, to his surprise, after a moment of stunned silence, her eyes faintly gleamed. "Perfect for testing new varieties!" In the deepest abyss of darkness, he struggled to catch his breath, never fathoming that there could be someone capable of cultivating a garden amidst desolation.