After Becoming a Substitute, I Meet the Same Man in Every World

Across countless worlds, I am both a traveler and someone returning home.

Across countless worlds, he watches only her live.

Lin Zhouzhou died.

She died of overwork at 3:17 a.m., the very second the thirteenth version of her PowerPoint finished saving.

Then she was bound to a broke, near-bankrupt slacker System and forced to travel through various worlds of “unfulfilled regrets,” carrying out the plots and punishing scumbags on behalf of the original owners who had died with unfinished business.

The System said: Don’t fall for anyone. Don’t date.

Lin Zhouzhou: Got it.

She was professional, cool-headed, and never wasted energy overthinking.

School bullying? Three sentences were enough to break the bully.

Stand-in romance? She turned around and took the scumbag’s company.

Immortal cultivation romance between master and disciple? She ascended to godhood and made her master kneel and beg for forgiveness.

In every world, she completed her mission perfectly and left without hesitation.

Until she noticed one thing:

In every world, she met the same person.

Sometimes he was a cafe owner who quietly watched her pass by.

Sometimes he was a young man feeding cats in the park, smiling faintly at her.

Sometimes he was an NPC in a game instance who saved her when she was near death.

He never interfered with her missions. He simply waited for her in a corner where she couldn’t see him.

The System panicked: Host! Rule number one of quick transmigration: You must not become emotionally involved with unknown beings!

Lin Zhouzhou: …

She wanted to know:

Who was the person who reached out and caught her when she was pushed down the stairs?

Who was the person who watched her act in millions of scenes, yet always looked only at “her”?

The truth was revealed in the final world.

It turned out that every world she transmigrated into was because of him.

It turned out that every person she stood in for was standing in for “herself”