After I Transmigrated Into a Book, I Became a Tool

Want to fall in love? The heart-piercing kind?

Some people look like the heroine on the outside, but are actually cannon fodder.

They get the heroine's script, but are actually the villainess in a family full of villains.

A writing exercise, fulfilling a dream I had as a girl.

Coming soon:

"Toggling Back and Forth Between the Modern Day and Ancient Times"

If someone invited you to transmigrate one day, would you go?

No! What's in it for me?

You'd get a one-of-a-kind romance of your own.

What's romance? Can you eat it or drink it?

Your match is a handsome, dashing young gentleman, tall and powerful, from an illustrious family, and one of the heirs to the throne.

Later...

In a remote place with few people, in a little farmhouse, there's a scruffy man who looks like a vagabond, leaning on a cane and chopping firewood?!

What happened to the handsome, dashing young gentleman from an illustrious family, tall and powerful, and one of the heirs to the throne?

System: He's the Emperor's biological son, and indeed an heir to the throne. Something just happened to him...

Sure...

System: He really is 187 centimeters tall. Before he injured his leg, he led troops all by himself and took down several bandit strongholds...

Sure...

System: At least that face is still easy on the eyes once he cleans himself up...

I really fell for your tricks. You're one nasty System.

In the end, humans are all about changing their minds once they get a taste of something.

This is a healing, farming-style story, if the tone doesn't go off the rails.

Handwritten outline and chapters in progress. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll start posting in March~

Theme: Wherever you live, make a life for yourself.