I was reborn thirty-nine times in a row.
In the first thirty-eight rounds, I died in all kinds of bizarre ways, while the plot never changed. The villains showed up right on schedule, and my friends and family took turns getting dragged into trouble. I could even step into a trap just by taking a sip of cold water.
Just as I was getting ready to lie flat and give up, a hapless best friend who claimed to have transmigrated into a book dropped out of the sky. She immediately started dishing out spoilers, prophecies, and god-tier commentary, and insisted on dragging me into defying fate.
One battle-hardened veteran of rebirth and one walking encyclopedia from another world: together, we sent the whole story wildly off the rails. What should have been a deadly game of one nerve-racking move after another turned into a full-scale sabotage show. But the more we changed, the stranger things got. The threads of fate grew more tangled with every attempt to straighten them, and a pair of eyes in the shadows watched our every move.
This time, will we defy fate, or jump into an even bigger trap?
“Cold, calculating minister x reborn woman who’s given up” “Sun-bright general x bizarre transmigrated girl”
