I was once a top-tier star in the world of metaphysical livestreaming, until I unexpectedly calculated that I was doomed to die three days later.
Desperate for a chance at survival, I forcibly changed my fate, only to suffer a backlash that sent me transmigrating into an old-school angst novel as the villainess.
The male lead hated me to the bone, the heroine saw me as her mortal enemy, and the whole internet was waiting for my miserable end.
I quietly fell back on my old skills. During a variety show livestream, I casually pointed southeast and told my rival, “Your sugar daddy’s keeping a mistress over there. She’s got a three-year-old child.”
That night, my rival’s team was thrown into chaos, and the story exploded on the trending charts.
But the male lead cornered me backstage, his gaze dark. “Who are you, exactly? The original Lin Wanwan never had skills like this.”
I looked at the thickening black aura between his brows and suddenly smiled. “Don’t worry about who I am. Your brow is dark with misfortune. Within three days, you’ll face bloodshed.”
