Quick Transmigration: The Drama Queen's Secret Identities, Everyone Loves Themselves

Content warnings: self-love + interactions with secret identities + rivalry with a female supporting character over power and such, not romance

I bound myself to the [Self-Love System].

And so began my daily identity crisis:

In the wealthy-family world, I’m the sickly fake heiress who was abandoned.

My adoptive brother, a business tycoon, treats me coldly. “Know your place.”

The young master, a genius painter, sneers at me. “You should leave.”

Then, on the night of my birthday banquet, my old illness flares up.

Three heaven-blessed young men walk out in front of everyone, leaving everything behind as they rush toward me like madmen.

The interstellar headlines explode: #Shocking! The Empire’s God of War, the enemy prince, and the mechanical central AI’s cherished one are all the same F-rank good-for-nothing girl?#

In a horror-game instance, I’m a rookie cannon fodder who wandered in by mistake.

But the instance boss, an evil god, and evil spirits start fighting over me, jostling to stuff life-saving items into my hands.

Players around the world lose it: “Does this game have a bug? How come his way of clearing it is just lying back and winning?!”

I work diligently and act my part conscientiously.

As the locals weep over the “beautiful love” between us, trending topics take over countless minor worlds.

Those secret identities gaze up at me. They chuckle softly and say the same thing:

“Are you enjoying this play where you chase yourself?”

“It’s time to come back to us.”

#No need to guess, the top and bottom in every CP you ship are the same person#

#I cuckold myself, get jealous of myself, and will eventually bring myself into the fold#

First world: A Western fantasy magic world