Me: That's right! I'm the legendary Mary Sue, and the legendary Mary Sue is me. Just kidding!
I've always felt like maybe I had a fake transmigration. Who transmigrates straight into someone else's bedroom and lands on top of them???!!! And that person had a terrible temper, too. They shot their adorable self dead, making them transmigrate a second time. Same time, same place, familiar people, familiar outcome. The cycle repeated again and again, until...
That person: I remember you were already dead.
Sir, you can eat whatever you like, but you can't just say whatever you like. Though, as it happens, that's exactly what happened. What can I do? I'm desperate too.
A few things to know before reading:
The characters in this story may be OOC.
The author writes without thinking and has no outline.
This story is told in first person. If that's not your thing, click the upper-right corner. Kisses!
Updates are irregular. The author is busy grinding away at the sword boys.
In 2020, are you still there?
Don't be afraid, I'm also fighting a knife man, just remember to update the article
The larger article will be more complete! If you stop without finishing it, you will feel tired after reading it.