Lin Xiaohe was dead.
She died in the dressing room, in a corner beyond the spotlight, at the hands of the assistant she'd trained herself.
The water was colorless and tasteless. As she drank it, she was still thinking about tomorrow's schedule.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back three years earlier, a struggling bit-part actress living in a rented room, so obscure she didn't even have a name.
But this time, strange words floated before her eyes.
[Comments] I know this woman. In three years, she'll be a top-tier star.
[Comments] Her assistant is bad news. Watch out.
[Comments] Big moment coming up!
The comments came from the future.
They knew everything.
They said her assistant would poison her, that she shouldn't eat the production crew's boxed lunches, that the lighting rig overhead would fall, and that Cheng Yanzhou would have a career-ending scandal next week.
But this wasn't a System story.
There were no daily sign-ins, no beginner's gift pack, no quest panel.
The comments were just comments. They told her what would happen, but never what she should do.
This wasn't a golden finger power fantasy.
No one was going to put food in her mouth for her.
She knew the lighting rig would fall, but she had to decide for herself when to shout.
She knew her assistant would poison her, but she had to figure out how to keep that snake by her side.
This was a subversion of the usual tropes.
While everyone assumed she'd use the comments to cheat her way to success, she was relying on her brains.
While everyone assumed she'd cling to powerful people, she made them come looking for her instead.
In her past life, she was a pawn manipulated by fate.
In this life, she would be the one moving the pieces.
From bit-part actress to top-tier star, from a rented room to the Guomao CBD, from nobody to a name flooding the entire internet.
The comments said she'd become a top-tier star.
She
