Transmigrated into the Unlucky Ball, I Keep Wandering Before the Culprit

The four of them happily slurped up snail noodles, and the smell knocked her clean out. When she woke up, she had transmigrated into the body of an orphan with the worst luck imaginable. Anyone who stayed near her was plagued by bad luck. Lightning, torrential rain, and falling into a hole while walking were all part of her daily routine. Fortunately, she had excellent medical skills, so she stoically treated patients while suffering one misfortune after another. Then she suddenly met someone. “Huh? Why isn’t he having bad luck when he’s standing so close to me?” No, he must not be close enough. “He really isn’t affected by my bad luck. I don’t seem to be quite so unlucky anymore, either.” She wanted to cling to him shamelessly, but the culprit responsible for her transmigration kept appearing before her every day. She pretended not to know it was him, putting on an act day after day. At last, one day, she discovered his true identity. Their hilarious everyday antics were accompanied by their growing affection for each other. Unfortunately, in this era, the gods had been dragged from their altars while demons ascended to heaven. Villains ruled the land, the country fell, and rivers of blood stretched for a thousand miles. She was a good person, but she had to die. She saved millions, yet couldn’t save herself.