Well, open a vest and write a new article~
This is the introduction to the first part-------------
I don't want to be a Mary Sue, but it's absolutely impossible because I died trying not to be a Mary Sue. If I weren't a Mary Sue, I'd call it a wandering spirit at best, or shit at worst, so I had to travel through time and space—luckily it was fetal transfusion—and become this so-called Mary Sue. But after I became this so-called Mary Sue, I discovered that I wasn't a Mary Sue but Mary Sue's sister, because my luck is directly proportional to my popularity. Life is so inexplicable.