She Has Always Been Good at Getting Herself Killed [Book Transmigration]

[A touch of horror and cosmic horror, with elements of rule-based strange tales] [New novel, My Monster Containment Facility, updating now. If you're interested, check it out in the author's column] Blurb: After dying suddenly, Xu Turan was selected by the System and pulled into a horror romance novel, where she became a doomed female supporting character. But on her very first day after transmigrating, her bound System was urgently recalled for repairs due to old age. As they prepared to part, the System fretted and reminded her again and again: Your purpose is to play a doomed female supporting character. You know what it means to court death, right? Xu Turan thought back to all the ways she'd courted death in her previous life, gave the System an OK sign, and beamed with confidence. The System left reassured. Some time later, the repaired System returned, took one look at the situation, and nearly glitched out of fright. What are you doing?!! Xu Turan, busy challenging an evil god, looked back in confusion. I'm doing exactly what you told me, courting death. System: …?!! * What the System meant by courting death: provoke the heroine, compete for the male lead, ignore the powerful characters' warnings, put down a promising villain and kick him while he's down, seduce the aloof male supporting character and humiliate yourself, then get swallowed by an indescribable horror for your recklessness, much to everyone's satisfaction. What Xu Turan understood by courting death: provoke elite monsters, steal divine artifacts above her level, ignore the terrifying beings desperately trying to make their presence known, put down a dormant false god and casually keep it as a pet, drag the aloof male supporting character into the mess for a wild ride… In the end, she brought home both the flower and its pot. Dying? Not a chance. She could dance wildly on the edge of danger and still not die. At most, she'd get a little crazier and a little more ruthless. Then crazier and more ruthless still. Until at last, legend returned, turning herself once more into one of the indescribable horrors: both a nightmare and a legend. The System went mad. How the hell is this even possible? [The heroine isn't an entirely ordinary person.] [For the reader's guide, see the author's note in Chapter One.] [Please don't mention unrelated works in the comments, or mention this novel in other people's comment sections. Hearts.] [The author isn't a celebrity fan and doesn't make a habit of checking every celebrity entry for words that can be used. Please don't accuse people of being fans of anyone. Thanks.] [None of the characters are based on real people or refer to any living person in the real world. Please don't read too much into it. Thanks.] Completed works: The War of Word Spirits and Don't Look at Me, I'm Just Here to Fix the Pipes! [Infinite]. See the author's column for details~ Upcoming novel: I'm a Fight Choreographer in the Interstellar Era (not yet started) An Xia, a former action star from the last generation whose career was gradually ending due to injury, unexpectedly arrived in the distant interstellar era and became a member of a traveling film and theater troupe. The troupe was on the verge of disbanding, and the money they gave An Xia was barely enough for one lunch. The director believed the times had left their tastes behind. After handing out the money, he tearfully packed his bags, ready to go home and grow crops with his mecha. An Xia, about to become unemployed for a second time before she even understood what was happening: … Fortunately, the troupe still had its filming equipment. To keep from starving, An Xia decided to return to her old line of work. She clapped her hands and announced that their first production would be a martial arts drama. …And then, before she knew it, it became a hit again. * When the people of the interstellar era heard that a troupe was making a martial arts drama, they were against the idea. All hype, nothing more. What's so interesting about real people fighting? It's crude and shallow, with no beauty at all. How could it be more exciting than military academy combat and mecha battles? An Xia said nothing. She just kept making one martial arts drama after another, repeatedly jolting the simple, unworldly people of the interstellar era. You think it's not exciting? I'll show you what it means to land every punch with force, move with the power of a tiger, flow like water, and strike fast with speed. You think it isn't beautiful? Let me show you what it means to run along rooftops and leap over walls, send a leaf flying like a flower, stride across a thousand peaks, and cross a river on a single reed. You think it lacks substance? Hold the waxing and waning moon in your palms, draw the spirit of falling blossoms to the tip of your sword. Use martial arts to end violence and cultivate virtue. Observe the natural world outside and cultivate righteousness within. And so, later on Every weapon featured in the dramas became a bestseller as soon as it appeared, constantly selling out. Every brilliant move became a hit, prompting influencers from every corner to break it down and imitate it. Students at the Imperial Military Academy secretly practiced “Bagua Palm” and “Iron Wire Fist” between classes. Online arguments raged every day over whether internal energy and lightness skills really existed. The troupe's performances sold out, and collaboration offers poured in. The name “An Xia, Fight Choreographer” resounded across the stars. At last, amid the vast river of stars, she set in motion a thrilling martial arts dream that crossed the boundaries of time and space. Theme: Unity and courage are humanity's eternal weapons and song of praise