She transmigrated into a book and became the destined heroine’s designated cannon fodder.
The System said, “Your life is worthless. You’re alive only to make someone else’s story a success.”
Su Qingyan smiled.
In front of everyone, she tore the script to shreds.
The spirit spring? She bathed in it first. The opportunities? She took them first. The Immortal Venerable’s special attention, the Demon Venerable’s personal token, her master’s ten-thousand-year inheritance: she claimed every single thing that should have belonged to the destined heroine.
Four worlds collapsed, and four destined heroines fell.
The System knelt and begged for mercy. “What do you want?”
Su Qingyan leaned down and patted its trembling core code.
“Didn’t you want me to make someone else’s story a success? Now it’s time for everyone else to make mine a success.”
The aloof Immortal Venerable broke thousand-year-old rules for her, and the unruly Demon Venerable tore through the barriers between worlds for her. And she said, “A script? I was born to crash the party.”
