I was transmigrated into a xianxia tragedy as a cannon-fodder side character. The System ordered me to frame the heroine according to the plot, then die a gruesome death.
Instead, I swapped the poison for sugar pills and grabbed the heroine’s leg in front of the entire sect. “Senior Sister, save me! Someone’s forcing me to hurt you!”
The aloof heroine froze, then turned around and cleaved my System in two with her sword. “Who dares lay a hand on my little junior sister?”
The male lead, a demon lord, stood there with his knife raised. “The plot’s gone off the rails. Who am I supposed to kill now?”
The sect leader silently pulled out some herbal tea. “Everyone sit down. Let’s discuss this worldbuilding problem first.”
