[Mysticism, Campus, Powerhouse, Transmigrate into a Book]
My name is Yi Ran. Before I died, I was a Taoist priest.
In a single moment, my soul transmigrated into a book. The powerhouse I used to be had become a villainess struggling to pass the college entrance exam, and the fortune slips that once drew long queues were now being used to guess answers on tests.
The impoverished heroine and the aloof, handsome hero had nothing to do with me.
But when the lackey side character beside the heroine, cursed with a bad-luck talisman, suffered a disaster and blamed me for it, that definitely had something to do with me.
After sorting out the problem, I was left in the awkward position of having a mountain of gold that I couldn't spend.
If spending the original owner's money cost me merit, then I'd livestream fortune-telling to support myself.
"Master, I always feel unsafe around me. Do you have any protective charms?"
Me: "No need to buy one. You're about to go to prison. Once you're inside, you'll have someone guarding you around the clock. You'll be absolutely safe."
"Master, I got a great deal on a house before, but five owners in a row have already died there. I'm scared..."
Me: "Sell it to me. I can keep it under control."
"Master, I want to marry my girlfriend. Can you check whether our birth charts are compatible?"
Me: "I don't arrange ghost marriages here. And murder is punishable by death. You won't get away."
When the authorities in my livestream accidentally let their identities slip, I finally realized why the snack stall downstairs had become so much cleaner, yet the food tasted worse and worse.
How come, while we're fortune-telling, villain, you're pulling out a property transfer agreement? Hero, why has your gaze changed? Heroine, who taught you to get down on one knee?
"I cannot divine the lowly fates of all the countless souls in this world."
"Hey! Villain, why are you stealing my line!"
Nice! A little scared and a little heady
It's written very realistically
Not bad, but it ended a bit suddenly