(To Be Rewritten) [Prince of Tennis] Love Under a Clear Sky

These days, taking your job seriously doesn't count for much. People who collect a paycheck without doing any work are everywhere.

Exactly. All we did was collect the wrong soul. Why make such a fuss about it?!

What? You say Death is a god, and gods aren't supposed to make mistakes?

Hey, hey, so the people can light their lamps, but the officials can't set fires?

And your eyes are already bulging like a goldfish's. Stop glaring. We even pulled strings to let you transmigrate, and you're still not happy?

Get a grip. Being a transmigrated heroine may be “annoying” and “lame,” but at least she's still alive! You, a lonely wandering ghost, should be grateful!

(The above remarks come from Death, ID XX, Curly Top, and Death, ID OO, Hedgehog Head)

And so, after agreeing to certain bizarre conditions, a young woman was kicked straight into the world Death claimed she would absolutely love.

Instead, she was greeted by a disastrous opening that almost made her the next Venus...

Oh, this second chance at life! Can you help her turn around her rotten luck, which keeps dragging her into trouble through no fault of her own?

A friendly PS: Don't be fooled by how much Death talks. They're just annoying bystanders who thought they didn't get enough scenes in the story, so they came to the blurb to make themselves memorable. ==

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Announcement: I'm going to scrap all the settings and outline and start rewriting from scratch. Please be patient while I take my time!