Reborn as a frail young woman in ancient times, I have only three days to live.
The System tells me not to panic and offers a beginner's gift: a free draw.
I pull at random, and a flash of golden light appears: the permanent skill [MAX-Level Con Artist Acting].
With an Oscar-worthy performance, I bluff my way into becoming a divine messenger revered by everyone.
The Crown Prince wants to marry me, the Alliance Leader wants to take me for himself, and even the tyrant dismisses his harem for my sake.
I cower behind the System, trembling. “Help! I think they all actually believe me!”
The System replies calmly, “What's there to fear? They're all lovesick fools, and they've all saved themselves for you.”
