After Infinite Restarts, I Became a Slacker in the Interstellar World

Xie Mimi was born unlucky. The first time she transmigrated, she landed in the Jurassic period and was trampled to death by a dinosaur. The second time, just as she finally reached adulthood, pirates destroyed her family and shot her dead. The Nth time she transmigrated, she became an imperial princess in the interstellar era. Once bitten, twice shy, she set out to develop herself in every way, from academics to physical fitness. She got her combat skills in shape, but forgot that people could still poison her. One cup of poisoned wine, and she was back to square one. Never mind that ten years of hard work had come to nothing. Before she died, she was still an innocent girl who had never experienced the pain of love. Other transmigrators got a golden finger and followed the path of a feel-good story straight to the top. Was she stuck in some endless rebirth simulator? She was tired. Let the world end. When she woke up this time, she decided to lie flat and enjoy herself: eat when she was hungry, drink when she was thirsty, and live in the moment. Then she picked up a young man. He was learned, talented, clever, and capable, the perfect tool for the job. But one day, her tool suddenly turned into the interstellar world’s ruthless First Secretary and confessed his love for her. Xie Mimi took out the snarky journal he had written about her: “Only someone blind could fall for a woman like this.” The mogul didn’t bat an eye. “The person I was back then doesn’t represent who I am now.” “What about now?” The mogul dropped to one knee and brushed her fingertips. “I love her so much it hurts.” Xie Mimi waited and waited. Why hadn’t she died this time?