After my accidental death, I joined the "Female Supporting Rescue System".
The system says that as long as the task is completed, you can be reborn.
In the first world, I was the real daughter of a wealthy family living abroad, and the fake daughter took everything away from me.
The original owner trembled: "Please... Don't let me be wronged anymore."
I threw out the fake paternity test with my backhand, and the faces of everyone in the room changed drastically.
In the second world, I was an eighteenth-line character in the entertainment industry who was treated as a "substitute". The real owner returned and I was forced to a dead end.
They thought I would collapse, but I already had a hit script and became a target of competition for capital.
The system was shocked: "Host, your efficiency is too high..."
I slowly wiped off the ink on my fingertips: "This is just the beginning."
