Lin Lu, 26, was an orphan who had managed to build a “pretty decent” life as an office worker all on her own. Her only flaw was her sharp tongue, especially when reading novels.
That night, curled up in her rented apartment, she spent thirty chapters cursing a miserable heroine. “Why are you kneeling? Stand up!” “You get forced into a substitute marriage and don't fight back? You let them bully you and keep quiet? If it were me, I'd tear that marquis's household apart in chapter one!”
She fell asleep mid-rant. In her dream, she really did tear it apart.
When she woke, she had actually transmigrated into the very novel she'd spent all night cursing. A butterfly-like System hovered in front of her, number 10086. “Host, your mission is to change the original heroine's fate.”
Wrapped in her blanket, Lin Lu said, “I'm not doing it.”
“Your soul resonance is at 92%. System binding cannot be revoked.”
“…Then what do you want me to do?”
“Live the life the original heroine should have lived.”
After half an hour of intense “negotiation,” Lin Lu stood up straight in front of the mirror. She looked at the sixteen years of grievances in her eyes and the timid little butterfly, then her inner chuunibyou took over and she swept a hand through the air:
“Fine! I'll save you-all!”
The door opened. The Marquis's wife walked in and tossed out an order: “In three days, you'll marry into the Duke of An's household in Zhu'er's place, to bring good fortune.”
Lin Lu's knees bent halfway, then straightened again.
“Mother, I've been frail and sickly since childhood. The imperial physician says I won't live past twenty. If I die after marrying into the Duke's household, won't that bring disaster on the Marquis's family?”
The butterfly System on her shoulder gave a faint flicker.
“Host, you're learning to be bad.”
“None of your business. Customer service systems aren't allowed to criticize their hosts.”
