I transmigrated into a tragic romance as the heroine, about to be subjected to the male lead's greatest hits: domestic abuse, a kidney transplant, and a trip to the mental hospital.
Sorry, but I've studied criminal investigation. I turned the tables and sent him to prison instead.
In the second book, the villain tries to sell me for money.
I report him for unlawful imprisonment and take down his entire criminal operation while I'm at it.
In the third book, the male lead is a lawbreaking CEO who wants to lock me up.
I call the police.
System: “Are you here to transmigrate into books or to crack down on organized crime?!”
I say, “Just tell me, is any of this plot even legal?”
Then I meet that man: the second male lead in every book, always protecting someone in silence, always being put through the wringer, always invisible to the heroine.
I stop him. “You. Come with me.”
He freezes, his eyes turning red. “I... waited through a hundred books. You finally came.”
