On the first day after Lin Wan transmigrated, she nearly died from her own stupidity. She had transmigrated into a power fantasy novel aimed at male readers that she had read three years ago, becoming a cannon-fodder character who didn't even have a name. The original owner was a struggling online novelist who lived in a partitioned room in an urban village for 800 yuan a month and barely scraped by writing melodramatic stories. Before the plot even began, he died of overwork and was written out of the story. The point in time when Lin Wan transmigrated was less than three months before the male lead, Shen Linyuan, was wiped out along with his family. Sitting on a creaking folding chair and staring at the old computer in front of her, which took five minutes just to boot up, Lin Wan had only one thought: run
