[Strong heroine ✖️ Mutual devotion ✖️ Sound values]
[No pocket dimension. A light, sweet story with no angst. It can even serve as a transmigration handbook, haha!]
“Hello, I’m a soul collector.”
“Am I dead?”
“You’re not dead. You’re just in a vegetative state, so don’t worry.”
“?”
“There was a tiny mistake. Why not transmigrate into a book about household intrigue to pass the time?”
“No thanks. I refuse to compete with other women. I just want to lie low. Could you arrange for me to be a pampered, lazy second-generation heir? Thanks.”
“Sure.”
Beep
“You have successfully become the pampered daughter of the prime minister in this book. Your character is a minor cannon-fodder supporting woman. We wish you a pleasant life.”
“?”
Forced into the plot, she figures: since she’s here already, she may as well have some fun.
P.S. As a little girl, she has limited power, so she’ll act cute and enlist the help of those around her, playing the pig to eat the tiger. Once she’s grown into her strength, she’ll become a strong heroine.
The logic is simple: I can’t have a little girl single-handedly mow down the whole world… I’ll do my best to keep things plausible. I hope you enjoy the story.
Feel free to comment if you like it!