Doing a Victory Lap on the Brink of Death [Quick Transmigration]

Ever since Han Chan Mingyue moved to a new place, she’s been stumbling across murder scenes every day. She happened to catch her neighbor dragging a snakeskin bag containing body parts, blood seeping out, and heading off to dispose of the evidence. Mingyue: Poor guy. He’s so stingy he won’t even toss out that beat-up bag, and keeps reusing it. She caught the pervert across the hall watering red roses with blood. Mingyue: What an idiot. Does he even know how to grow flowers? They’ll die if you water them like that! She found a severed finger on the stairs. Mingyue: Which bastard is littering?! Thanks to her bizarre train of thought, she repeatedly brushed past death and was eventually smacked by a System that fell from the sky. System: Dear, save seven people from their fates and help them survive, and you can summon a magic lamp to make a wish. Since the System was created, hardly anyone has cleared the levels. They either die or go mad. If you’re uncomfortable, you can let me know in time and I’ll withdraw... The female lead, who cleared the levels at lightning speed while picking at her toes: Huh? What did you say? System: … Sorry to bother you. Reader notes: 1. This birthday story was written for my friend @Han Chan Mingyue. The female lead uses her pen name. 2. This is a goofy story with no logic. Don’t nitpick or scrutinize the details. 3. Updates follow the rankings if there are any, otherwise whenever inspiration strikes. 4. The author is a chronic procrastinator. Don’t trust any of my promises.