[Transported into a drama, soul transmigration, living for herself, escaping the plot, turning the tables]
Venting feels great for a moment. Keep venting... and, uh, now I've transmigrated.
Oh, wow, I'm a supporting female character, and I have to get through a love trial.
No way. Whoever wants to do it can do it.
I'm not strong enough to resist the plot, but I'll fight it as best I can.
I'll lie low and build my strength. Just watch me turn the tables!
Oh, wow, do all the big shots play such high-stakes games?
Somehow I went from a journey to the East all the way into the Primordial World...
