I Don’t Want to Work Anymore

Imagine opening your eyes to find you've transmigrated into a novel, only to have the rotten luck of becoming a low-ranked supporting girl. And the worst part is, you have no idea how the novel ends. How confused would you be?

Take me, for example. I was a miserable office worker in the 21st century, slaving away at work until I could barely breathe. Then, believe it or not, I woke up and had transmigrated into a book. When I first arrived in this new place, I thought, Hey, isn't this a whole new door opening for me? I've got a much better hand than I did in the modern world, so why not stop fussing and switch straight to the happy life of eating my fill and waiting to die?

But reality is like a mischievous little brat who just loves to make things difficult for me. I thought I could happily lie flat, but those other supporting girls acted like they had cheat codes and crushed me completely. Worse still, my husband is practically the big boss of the villain world, and the wildest part is, he's reborn! What kind of mess is this? What did I do in a past life to deserve this? And then there's the heroine, who's practically invincible. It's like she stole a golden finger from Thanos: everything she does goes perfectly, while I watch from the sidelines, close to tears.